08-02-2020, 01:07 PM
Wade was a dear deadhead friend. Auspicious that he checked out on Jerry Day. He can sing 'Happy Birthday' to Jer in person again.
I don't know how long I've known him or even the last time we crossed paths. The music scene is that way with my memory. He was a colorful person, always letting his freak flag fly in the most eye-popping ways - a Deadhead, then a Burner. He had an amazing long coat, trimmed in faux fur that lit up with light wire. He also was fond of donning psychedelic top hats. He was a stalwart character in the music scenes from the dead, reggae and edm.
He had this amazing motortrike - totally decked out in tie-dye colors. I rode on it once commuting from camp to BottleRock. It had a full on stereo system and it was like being the king of the parade when he rode in. He towed a cook trailer with it and would provide breakfast at festivals for his friends out of his own pocket.
At one Cali Roots, he took Tara and her high school friend on a ride around Monterey. He took them for quite a ride, but safely. He had passenger helmets and the trike was built for three, plus two skeletons. I totally trusted him and was grateful that he provided them with that experience. They had a blast. Anyone would have a blast riding that trike.
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He lost the trike at Burning Man. It burned. He got a new one soon after, first a black beauty, and then inevitably tie-dyed again.
By the time I knew him, he was clean and sober. He only smoked cigs. Cancer took him, starting in his lungs and metastasizing to his brain. I knew he was ill last year but we hadn't kept in touch. I'm stunned at the loss.
I don't know how long I've known him or even the last time we crossed paths. The music scene is that way with my memory. He was a colorful person, always letting his freak flag fly in the most eye-popping ways - a Deadhead, then a Burner. He had an amazing long coat, trimmed in faux fur that lit up with light wire. He also was fond of donning psychedelic top hats. He was a stalwart character in the music scenes from the dead, reggae and edm.
He had this amazing motortrike - totally decked out in tie-dye colors. I rode on it once commuting from camp to BottleRock. It had a full on stereo system and it was like being the king of the parade when he rode in. He towed a cook trailer with it and would provide breakfast at festivals for his friends out of his own pocket.
At one Cali Roots, he took Tara and her high school friend on a ride around Monterey. He took them for quite a ride, but safely. He had passenger helmets and the trike was built for three, plus two skeletons. I totally trusted him and was grateful that he provided them with that experience. They had a blast. Anyone would have a blast riding that trike.
He lost the trike at Burning Man. It burned. He got a new one soon after, first a black beauty, and then inevitably tie-dyed again.
By the time I knew him, he was clean and sober. He only smoked cigs. Cancer took him, starting in his lungs and metastasizing to his brain. I knew he was ill last year but we hadn't kept in touch. I'm stunned at the loss.
Shadow boxing the apocalypse