About Chris...

He was always a cool guy. Period. That was who he was. Complicated, talented and able to be who he was. What we LOST. Because we lost someone, our lives are shorter not having him in the world anymore. It is till dear, of course it is. Maybe so much that we grew up together, and I only have stories about that.

 Complicated is the point. 
He is my brother and life is too short.
He was always my hero.

He was always that cool. Even when we were kids, in the 70's, he just had *it*. He knew what he liked, and he didn't ever let anyone tell him different. Yes, he suffered through those fashions, and he did it with style.

Since an early age, Chris had a fascination for cars. He had ALL the Hot Wheels, Matchbox Revell models and slotcars, more than I've seen any other kid. He coveted those cars, but he was always fascinated with the minutia: he could tell the difference between a '73 and a '74 by grill shape alone. We went to every autoshow at the Convention Center together .We would spend hours there, and he was fascinated by the customization vs stock. 

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We spent most of our after-school hours at the movies. We'd stay for 3 of at a time, but sometimes he wanted to watch 3 in a row. The times we would grab our bikes and park outside the Starlite Drive-In. All the VHS tapes we would rent. After awhile, he would get a scholars appreciation toward film, that we would share. As a film maker, I always treasured his input.

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Growing up, We only had one record player, and only one set of records, 60's rock music and 70's kids records.. In the middle of the night, he would wake me up to hang out and listen to records and read comics. We went through 

Outside of the Bernie Wolfe music class , we went through pawn shops on Main Street, with saved up allowance where he bought his firsts electric guitar.. Air bands at Saint's Roller Rink  followed. It seemed like just another teenage indulgence.

I remember the first time that he really played guitar for me. He had to be  been practicing in secret. This was no mere toy, he proceeded to shred the hell outta that thing. He could have been copying his fav guitarists, but he was making up the solos. And he taught himself.

All the music theory, all the mechanics, everything, he taught himself. I hope he took pride in that, because that is one of the hardest jobs in the world: to be a self-taught artist, and be a great one, and that is what he was: an artist.

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We would share a love of literature: Back in the 90's, we would exchange reading lists. From obscure beat novels, to zines, to big boys like Jim Thompsom, to Hunter S. He has always been articulate about his place in the Universe, and his desire to learn more.

It;s only our own lives that have a running narrative; we are only just in someone else's theatre for a short time.