February 19, 2005
On Coach
My friend Rankin' Rob posted a wonderful eulogy, of sorts, to his erstwhile friend Coach. I remember Coach well, although I didn't move in their circles. Coach was also an erstwhile friend to my brother, but I was at Emory, they were at Georgia at the time. I never really meshed with the fellow. But I remember a huge sort of meltdown, and a diaspora to Texas, and the destruction that accompanied that. So sad.
I've had friends like that. They just melt in front of you, and there isn't a goddamned thing you can do about it. They usually die, and that is a corker. Sometimes it is merciful and quick. In Coach's case it was apparently a drawn out deal.
I love to read Rankin' Rob. He brings out the best in me. One day I hope he writes about that English Beat concert at Legion Field in the mucking fucking rain and mud. That was a time.
I've been working on the meltdown and diaspora in my head, working it like a loose tooth. It was all so strange that I think it will be fiction, rather than blog material.
But I swear to God I don't remember an English Beat concert in the mud at Legion Field. You've got to write about it here and see if it jangles loose some terrible repressed memory. Although I don't imagine there were too many clergy at that event.
Thanks for the kind words anyhoo.
Posted by: rankin' rob at February 20, 2005 7:51 AM