This is a remembrance to those who, for reasons we may not fully comprehend, had their lives end abruptly on the level we are so familiar with. There are more than listed here such as Sudhir Holden who shed his mortal coil before age could catch up with him. To all these and others unmentioned this world seems that much darker without them. To them I am grateful always that I was lucky enough to know them in the time I did.

David Rappaportdavid rappaport:
a dear friend of mine when I lived in LA. We used to go dancing at 60's clubs. He was an amazing actor, loved to play drums and congas and always had a positive view on life. When I told him I was moving to London he said, "LA's loss with be London's gain." He always encouraged me to go for my dreams. The last time I saw him he'd flown out to London to visit his son. When he found a moment he came to visit me and took me on a brief tour of his old neighborhood which was coincidentaly down the road from where I lived in on Latimer Road. Although his stature often limited him, he was one of the tallest people I ever had the good fortune to know. I hope that wherever he is, he's found some peace.

dana ferris:
was my friend and colleague at McCabe's Guitar Shop. Even after I left LA he wrote often to me to keep me connected with everyone at the store and to soften the loneliness I felt being so far away from home and my good LA friends. One day he got a terrible headache and with in a couple of days he died because he had contracted Meningitis. He was a gentle soul and will remain in my heart one of the most sincere and thoughtful people I have ever known.

joan smith:
a blessing in my life. I met her when we happened to volunteer at the same time on Wednesday afternoons at the Imperial Cancer Research charity shop. We'd laugh and talk about life and the meaning of every thing under the sun. One day she noticed something was wrong with me and she encouraged me to get it checked out. I did and after some treatment I was fine. She taught me how lovely life can be and is. That you should always look on the bright side of life. One day she got very ill and because she never spead sorrow she didn't tell me how ill she really was until it was too late. The great thing, though, is that she has an amazing daughter who has an amazing family as loving and thoughtful as Joan and I have learned that although life passes it also continues in a most remarkable way.
adrian borland:
a wonderful musician and composer. He was the writer and front man of a pop band called The Sound and eventually Adrian embarked on his own to continue his career.

Adrian helped me record one of my first demos which was played on Gary Crowley's "Demo Clash" on GLR and won the first time round. He never had any hesitation about working with me on my music and of course it was obviously reciprocal. When Adrian was recording demos at Chrysalis Records he asked me to sing back-up on a couple of the songs for the album that would eventually be entitled "Alexandria".

Upon the near completion of his last album he chose to end his life. Still, through the warmth of his music and beautiful voice he continues to lift and inspire me.

NOTE: Some time after I moved to London I received a postcard from my grandmother in Italy who knew I had been working on my own music.
The postcard was from an old painting of a musician playing a lute. I put it up next to a photograph Adrian had given me around the same time. It must've been months before I noticed something really amazing....I think it's a good reminder of the immortality of the soul and that sometimes we are given a clue to it's enduring quality.
angel by Sumishta Brahm © 2005