|Kimmie and Sky (credit: Kimberly Mills)|
That was Sky for me, there with advice and laughter. I don't know exactly what happened, one story is that a brown recluse bit him and then a couple of months later, another bite. Peacefully gone in his sleep, I hear. Which makes me glad. Thank you, Sky, for you.
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But for me, though I love the water, it was about the music. Yener made music that I could sit and listen to with a huge grin on my face while tears flowed down my cheeks; it was that beautiful affect that combined passion and drama along with a zen tranquility unique to Yener. While it wasn't 'soul' music as to the genre, it was soul music for sure.
Sometimes he played alone and other times, he and a friend, Steve Katz, another brilliant music maker, would play together at local bars. I would grab front row seating even if there weren't rows at all, just to be bathed in their guitar radiance. I didn't know I'd never hear the two of them play together again, something I was just assuming would happen whenever I got back to St. Croix. Now I'll play them together in my memories, and listen to Yener on CD's, sitting as close as possible to hear magic come from flying fingers over wood and strings.
Yener Korkut ~ Rising Sea from the CD Storm of Light
I can't think of Sky or Yener without smiling. That cliche 'gone but not forgotten' is a cliche for a reason, and with these two, while such very different men, the connection is heart and soul. They both had so much of both and shared overflowingly. How can that ever be forgotten? How lucky I am to have known them both in my time on the planet.
Have a trade triumphs Thursday. Do something tenderly.