Sad truth about getting older.
I accompanied my Mom to the Tulsa Little Theater once a week for rehearsals in 1966. Arriving home one night after rehearsal, we walked into the living room to the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. My Dad was sitting on the floor listening to this tune through the Jensen speakers and Dynaco amp he had built. His eyes were closed, a glass of bourbon in his hand, a look of serenity on his face.
While attending TJC in 1982, I bought tickets to a Brubeck show, and my Dad drove over from Little Rock to attend it with me. I had just turned 21, and we shared our first beer together.
My Dad died about 3 years ago, but I still had these memories and as long as Brubeck was alive, the connection to my Dad still had life in it. The sad thing about getting older and losing those close to you is, the connections you had to them start to disappear, one by one, until the loss starts to lose focus, and your connection loses grip.
RIP, Dave. Thanks for the memories.