Tomorrow is Adam Fish’s birthday. Adam and I have worked and played together for 7 years and this birthday deserves a fitting tribute.
To the only one who said what needed to be said despite the fact I did not listen, to the one who I stabbed with a safety pin and rolled into Xibalba, to the one who has floated with me in the waters of 3 countries. To the one who puts demons to work, to the one who sees irony in everything and enjoys it all regardless. To the one I Burn with, now and forever, whether or not there is a Burn.
Your rebirth just a few decades ago signaled the beginning of an era which would leave the world changed. When you found me meditating in that Palapa 7 years ago, there was a further glitch in the matrix, a little Ohm slipped into the 0s and 1s. And when our ashes blow together into the wind and tangle themselves up in rotting grapefruit peels, broken ceramics and dog shit and sink into the earth to become somebody else’s midden porn, memories of our love and work will fuel the next rebirth cycle.
Happy birthday to the one who is all things, my father, my brother, my guru and my colleague. My love for you, on the anniversary of your return to earth, is boundless.