My memories of Chris are those shared by musicians. Writing, playing, living in squalor, setting up and tearing down. Unable to attend the funeral, a collection of photographs taken during happier times were sent to his mother. A new song was composed. The song was written and recorded on the same day. The recording was made on the second take in a small room with only two people present. Myself and a man who goes by the initials KJR and it was he who wrote the song. Me, I'm on drums. Upon playback, I realized that what had been written was a Lullaby.
The guitar solo is there for a reason. Chris was a guitar player. I had no time to think about where to put accents on the bell nor when to shimmer my cymbals. This recording is as raw as the feelings that inspired it. All artwork is original and was done by me.
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And for my friend, Goodnight and God Bless