Late this morning I saw the news that Chris Squire had died. Sadness entered me. In high school I loved Yes, still do. When Fish Out Of Water came out in 1975, at lease once a day I listened through. Side one with Hold Out Your Hand, You By My Side and Silently Falling still gets my emotions roiling. Such beauty and truth cast in notes and words.
I picked up my guitar and began improvising in Chris's memory. Rather quickly a beginning surfaced and I followed along for 20 minutes or so. The taste of music was present, but it needed development. The sky clouded over, so I decided to take a walk in case it rained. Sligo Creek still swollen from yesterday's deluge mimicing the flood of emotions as I thought of all the music that stirred and comforted me in my youth. Too many great bands to list here. Many of them possessed such masters of the guitar, that I put mine away for years because I could never be that good. A mistake perhaps, but then life is full of them.
Returning home I picked up the guitar again. The improvisation moved on and after a few takes I recorded what I had. Today a special person has moved on. I am grateful that his music remains to provide solace to my soul. Perhaps what I discovered today may sometime comfort another.
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