Beschreibung
A set from 2025, on the heels of the death of a dear friend. I opened with "Kaneda" from the Akira symphonic suite, and mixed it into some afro house. I think Tug would have thought that was funny.
Anyway, I mourn through my music.
We'd held his hands as he went, re-visiting loving memories and speaking of little things. He died peacefully. It was beautiful and terrible, and it hurt in a way I'd not yet known.
I mourned because it right to, and I raged though I mourned, the world continued to spin on. In spite of this, I acknowledge his was a life well-lived, for all of its shortness. I will continue to honor his memory and remember the life, love, and goodness that yet lingers in the wake of his passage.
Farewell, Tugrik, my friend.
Anyway, I mourn through my music.
We'd held his hands as he went, re-visiting loving memories and speaking of little things. He died peacefully. It was beautiful and terrible, and it hurt in a way I'd not yet known.
I mourned because it right to, and I raged though I mourned, the world continued to spin on. In spite of this, I acknowledge his was a life well-lived, for all of its shortness. I will continue to honor his memory and remember the life, love, and goodness that yet lingers in the wake of his passage.
Farewell, Tugrik, my friend.