I'm more than a little punch-drunk (no actual punch, not actually drunk), more than a little bone-weary after one too many late nights working on a Magnetic Fields piece that'll run in the Voice next week. but I wanted to make note that Drew Glackin, bass player for The Silos (and many other bands), will be laid to rest later today (Thursday) in Philipsburg, NJ.
I didn't know Drew very well. I've seen him play many times, of course, but I first booked the Silos in Tuscaloosa (you don't even want to know how many years ago) so Walter Salas-Humara is pretty much my point of entry. plus, you know, I get to a gig, do my work - either note or picture-taking - pretty much keep to myself. don't know if that's the relative coldness of Yankee environs or my own rather asocial (at times) nature. probably some of the former and a lot of the latter.
but I did run into Drew at the Mekons show last October. or rather he ran into me. stopped me actually as I was coming back from a restroom break. and at first I thought maybe he had me mistaken for somebody else. or maybe he was one of those guys who wants to chat up the guy with the photo pass. but no, Drew knew who I was.
and it's very obvious to me now - unfortunately after his passing - that Drew knew who a lot of people were. because people were obviously very important to him (trust me, I'm major league periphery).
further evidence is available at drewglackin.com and drewglackin.blogspot.com where a number of friends and family are dropping by to share stories, photos, reminiscences. it's a beautiful thing. and, of course, makes you wonder how people will remember you.
yes, Drew Glackin died much too young, but I'm thinking if his passing inspires people to be a little kinder, a little more attentive, a little more loving, a little more like Drew to those who surround them then I'm pretty sure it was a life well-lived.
r.i.p. boss.
(photo of Drew by Julien Desmet)
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