Fourth Row

I can't really write what I want to put here without it sounding crass and self-indulgent and opportunistic. This isn't a plea for sympathy; I don't want condolences or anything like that. So I'll put it as simply as I can and hope we can all move on from what I write here and just focus on the music, but if I don't write this, I'll feel like I'm denying something.

On Thursday, 6th August 2009, a dear friend of mine died. This isn't really specifically about him or his death or anything like that. I just wrote and recorded it after hearing the news, as a kind of diversion from actually letting myself think about it.

It's a rather cathartic piece, for obvious reasons. Suffice to say, he was like a brother to me - both in that I loved him, and that I took him for granted - and words can't express what it's like to live in a world without him.