Ive reached a point in my life when Im becoming ever more aware of how transitory the things around me are, and even (or especially) how transitory the people are, who all have their entrances...and exits. As I was listening to this song tonight, I thought of a couple Marianne and I knew shortly after we were married. John and Charissa Maybry lived in married student housing at what was then CBC, where John was studying theology. They were a few years younger than us, and we met them when I was shanghaied into performing in a CBC production of Loves Labours Lost. John was in the cast too, and we four quickly became good friends. We spent a lot of time together, hanging out, watching movies (Harold and Maude, Koyannisquatsi, The Gods Must Be Crazy...), going to the Renaissance Faire, getting lost in the fog for hours one night when I took a wrong turn coming down from Arrowhead after wed driven up to see Woody Allens Radio Days, talking talking talking about every subject under the sun, and listening to music. John introduced me to the music of Bruce Cockburn, which I never would have discovered on my own, and which I still love. We were quite close for a couple of years...and then we werent. Its so long ago now that I dont remember who drifted away - maybe they even moved; I really dont remember. All that John left me was this music, and it makes me wonder - what did I leave him? If I vanished from your life tonight, what would I leave you?
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 04:06:01 +0000
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