Can't Get Next To You - Ian in the era of social distancing

Ian,

As I sit working, amid continued social distancing, and contemplate what the world will look like as we begin to re-open our economy, I cannot help but think what a difficult time you would be having with all of ... this! The old Temptations' song says it all - you would be driven crazy because you "can't get next to you" - well, anyone - right now.

When defining your social behavior type, everyone would agree that you were extremely extroverted, demonstrably affectionate and a constant join'er in'er. You were okay to spend time alone - but drew energy from, and were the initiator or nucleus of group interactions. The group could just be one other person - or it could be a room full. What mattered for you was the quality and quantity of interpersonal engagement that occurred. To use mom's terms - you were immediate in all your relationships. Engaged, involved and bent on understanding.

You did many things "for" people (we all have memories and stories of your generosity) - but your focus was how to be "with" people in the doing. The "doing" was always contextualized in the "being." I see your focus on "with" instead of "for" extended from people to God as well. You did not serve, worship, read, or pray to just do things for him - it was to be with Him, experience Him and enjoy Him.

Your bent goes further than just the interaction and conversation - it extends to the physicality of "with." You were raised in an affectionate family. Hugs, kisses on the lips - even after high school - were common between you kids, Mom and I, and between you kids. It stuck out. At TAMU Gateway registration - you greeted me with a hug and a kiss. I headed home with a hug and a kiss. Most parents got a hand shake or a brief hug. Your hugs were not brief, not a chest bump, but a full bear hug. More often, they were a running bear hug - more or less like a safety tackling a would-be receiver. Chest to chest, cheek to hair, swaying back and forth - often, you picking me up. It was not just the immediate family - it was other family members, your friends - even people you just met. Acceptance and physical touch were one and the same for you.

I can only imagine how unproductive you would be working alone in and apart! You probably would be dropping by to bug neighbors to borrow things, drop off food or check on them. I imagine you would know all your neighbors and text them to come to a social distancing BBQ or get together of some type. I know we would caution you about such interactions, but you would talk about the value of people being worth the risk. You would struggle not to shake hands, hug or sit in someone's lap. It would kill you to be "so close" - "yet so far..."

How do I know this?

I remember you growing up. You were always sitting with your friends, bumping into them, pushing on them, welcoming them with a bear hug. From the time you got into your "big boy" bed, you would get out and sleep with Caylea or Danny to be "with" them. I remember coming into your rooms in Maryland, in California, and finding you and Caylea together sleeping - or sleeping together on Danny's bottom double bunk, or cuddled together - the three of you - sleeping on the floor after a movie. In Austin, it was often one on a couch and two of you on the floor - but all wrapped in blankets and often still touching in sleep.

If you guys were playing games in the garage in Vacaville, with Taylor there or not, folding the futon down to a bed was the natural late night thing. Each of you would get your blanket, curl up and play video games till you all fell asleep overlapping each other on the futon. Those were amazing Saturday and Sunday mornings to see you, Caylea, Danny and a friend or two, draped over each other and sleeping. There was always a lot of love in our house.

Our houses were always full of kids - if it was not Danny hosting a video game LAN party, it was you hosting a swimming or trampoline party, or Caylea having friends over to play or cook. The pool, game room, the basketball goal, the TV, your room, the guitars - anything was a reason to get 2-15 kids over and be "with." Each weekend in California and Austin, our house was full of your friends. I remember the pool was full of boys and girls when you and Caylea had "moving parties" as we prepared to come to Austin. Kids were everywhere, in the game room, the living room or the pool. Boys coming by and picking up grilled asparagus and burgers and eating. Yes, I said grilled asparagus - it is amazing... Everyone being with each other.

As you got older, you spent more time in smaller groups to play guitars, talk or hang out. But larger groups still came over to play basketball, participate in dunk contests, skateboarding or pick up frisbee games. One time, MJ&PG came to visit and you were in your skateboarder phase. You found a board shop on - 12th street - down from the main Austin Community College campus. After a friend-filled afternoon, we headed to the shop and you looked for parts for your board, but you found your first beanie there. MJ&PG bought it for you. Even as a junior higher, trying to establish independence, a bit awkward and as a skateboard dude - you gave MJ&PG each a big hug making their visit complete.

I still remember a sleepover at our house when you were in High School. You guys came over to watch scary movies. Marielle introduced you to horror flicks - I am not sure if you ever really liked them or just made a deal to watch with her. You guys said you were watching the "scariest movie of all time" and we said - "good luck with that!" Mom and I headed to bed and you guys were on the couches starting the movie. I forgot the actual title, but when we came in the next morning - all the living room was re-arranged. Pillows and blankets formed a ring around where you all slept - several almost-adult men - huddled together encircled by pillows asleep. The story we learned later was that the movie freaked you all out so much - that when someone needed to go to the bathroom, you all huddled together to "go with" the person to the bathroom. You would deposit the guy in the bathroom, the group waited right outside - and the person emerged (we hope they washed their hands). The huddle reformed and returned to the living room. Only as a group was the movie restarted. Mom and I guessed the pillow and blanket border was to keep the evil out!

At Texas A&M, you were known for your demonstrative affection and big smile. How you would have struggled to wear a mask and not see others facial expressions in a grocery store, walking down a street or at school. That is what we will no doubt be doing when our "shelter apart" rules are lifted. You loved making people laugh and bringing them joy. You needed that visual feedback - feedback blocked by a mask. Moreover, we would miss seeing your face explode into one of those patented smiles. With social distancing, you could not embrace others and lift them up in a greeting or see their smile if they had a mask. Yes, this time, these rules would be a definite challenge for you.

It is not just me remembering your demonstrable, physical and vocal ways. Friends would write:

As I read over what other people said, it seems like we all agreed, you were GENUINELY loving and caring, it was just of your nature. I thank you for giving me the privilege of being one of your friends, I'm going to miss your sweaty bear hugs in the gym, you know I love you, buddy, take care for you're in a much, much, better place now, until next time... 

Ian used to work at the Starbucks next to my church. I eventually found out his schedule and would go get coffee just because I knew I would see him there. Almost every time he was working he would see me, walk around the counter, and give me a big hug. 

I remember the "taking out the trash" video where you and Brenden instigated jumping over trashcans. It is the joy, the smile, the exclamation that communicates how much you loved being with people - and people with you.

It was not just who you wanted to be "with" people - it was where you would get together. Always it was places surrounded by people:

• Zilker Park and Mt. Bonnell - playing ultimate, entertaining with a band, hiking with friends, running with dogs.
• At the movies, packed at Alamo Drafthouse or another theater. We just rewatched the Avengers and remembered that your favorite scene was the shawarma the team ate after the credits. You loved how Bruce Banner (aka the Hulk) was pounding the fries.
• Concerts at Stubbs, Emo's and other places you would watch or play with Little Emily Warfield.
• Restaurants - McD's, Chick-fil-a, Lupe's or a chicken strip place.
• Sports - watching UT or TAMU football, basketball or playing at parks, working out in the Rec, or shooting hoops in a gym.
• Church - the Stone full of people, singing at the top of their lungs, hands raised high.

Each provided ample opportunity for sharing way too much common air, breath, sweat, and other body fluids. Social distancing would drive you crazy!!

After going Home, your friends shared love "with" our family in the demonstrable, physical and vocal ways. Over 50 joined us at TAMU Muster - shouting "Here!" louder than any other group then hugging and loving us from the gym to Double Dave's pizza. Over 100 friends came to our house before your Going Home service to donate hair, play guitars, sing, and sleep over one last time.

 About that time, Taylor would say:

I've hugged and been hugged more this last two days than I have the rest of this year

Hundreds came to your service to love and encourage us. Then 5, 10 or 20 would come to our house, meet us, love us in Austin or meet us to "pond hop" or eat in College Station. Still, one or two friends drop by the house when in town to love us, to hug us, to exchange Ian stories "with" us. I guess even Facebook is a place where they meet us and share love, stories and memories.

Your extremely extroverted, demonstrably affectionate and a constant join'er in'er character rubbed off on your friends for sure. They have supported us throughout this incredible 7 year odyssey - a trip Mom, Caylea, Danny, MJ&PG, me - all our family and all your friends - never wanted to take. A trip of years without you. As Mom said on Facebook,

I selfishly thought I am being smothered with comfort with food, texts, fb posts, calls, visits, prayers, you name it. The one comfort I want most is what is causing me to mourn ‐‑ the comfort of hearing my son's voice, seeing his smile again, hugging him tight. 

This is how I put it in a post:

I remember your smile, the giggly laugh, bear hugs and your smell, scratchy beard, kisses good morning and goodbye, the “I love you” in texts, on the phone or as we left each other. I remember you waking me up, standing over me as I slept, saying “Dad, I’m home!” (How I long to hear that again!) I replay the jabbering conversations, silly topics, the passions for the present and future, the arguing over values and actions as well as the celebrating of each other. 

Yes, we miss that extremely extroverted, demonstrably affectionate and constant join'er in'er person more than words can say. But I see you were much like your King, who was all about people joining "with" Him. In some of Jesus' last words to His disciples, He takes them from despair to unshakable hope.

Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. John 14:1-3

It was not enough for Him to be God, He had to come and conquer sin and death for us. But "for" was not enough - He Himself is preparing a place to be "with" us. He will come get us to be "with" Him always. The hope for resurrection is so powerful for there is much "with" yet to experience. To meet you again, see your smile again, bear hug you again - to worship together again. I am DONE with this social distancing from you and Jesus! I am ready for reunion and renewal. We have so much to share with each other - I know!

It has been way too long Ian. I cannot believe it has been seven years. It feels like a lifetime ago, but seems like only yesterday. I miss you so much. But in the midst of missing and longing to be "with" you again, I am thankful for my extremely extroverted, demonstrably affectionate and constant join'er in'er son.

Love,

Dad

Stuck at Home...

Ian,

Here we sit, largely stuck at home. I should not make light of this situation. The Covid-19 pandemic is a serious thing - putting lives and whole economies at risk, not just my convenience. But as I work alone and basically hang out only with Mom, Danny, Caylea and Emily - the local family - I cannot help but fondly remember the times we were stuck together, mostly at home.

• When you were just a baby, a dramatic cold snap rolled through Maryland. Mom and I realized that our apartment heater could not keep the place actually warm. So, we moved all our beds to the living room, closed up all the bedrooms and we all "camped" around the fireplace keeping warm. Danny is the only one of you old enough to maybe remember this experience. Caylea was a toddler and you were a baby. Mom and I were worried that you guys would get cold and sick. But as the days rolled on, as temperatures dipped into double digits below zero, we snuggled with your "Y's", on the couch, hugging and keeping each other toasty warm. We had a blast as a family playing games, being creative with toys and watching movies. We really bonded as a family of 5 during that time!

(Yes this is NOT you as a baby - but a great setting of you in snow for several stories here...)

• When we moved from Maryland to California, our clothes, beds, cars, well, everything was coming behind us in a big moving van. Mom had the awesome idea to pack up bedding in every suitcase we could muster and fly it to California with us. We unloaded from the Washington D.C. flight in San Francisco and picked up a mountain of bags from baggage claim. We rented a car and drove to Vacaville and took residence in our first house on Trillick Ct. Since we had no furniture, we camped out in the living room with our blankets, Y's and pillows to sleep on. We had done a camping trip in a backyard tent in Maryland, but now we were out - not under the stars, but the ceiling fan in one room. We would talk, giggle, play games and hang out together in the evening. With no TV, in a time before internet, it was just "kid-TV" and did we ever have three entertaining kids!

• Although not at home, we were stuck at Jr. High Camp in the Sierra Nevada mountains one Spring due to heavy snow. It really was just a day or so of delay, but you and Caylea accompanied us to camp as Mom and I worked the camp while Danny was in Jr. High. You could not stay awake for the teaching and worship - you would fall asleep in Mom's lap - so cute you were. We used our free time to build the most advanced sledding tracks we could conceive - with banked turns, small jumps, tunnels and spots to dive off into the deep snow. We grabbed the sleds and inner tubes and made countless runs down the tracks! You were fearless even in elementary school! What fun we enjoyed together, stuck in the snow.

• Our first Winter in Austin - we had an ice storm and everything seemed to close down. Mom and I worked at UT and with the overpasses and roads slick, it was shut. So, we enjoyed hanging out and enjoying our "free" time playing games, watching DVD's, and talking. Soon, we all came down with cabin-fever. Mom suggested a "hike." So we put on our jackets, gloves and hats and headed on a walk out of the neighborhood to find a restaurant to eat at. We found a building with huge icicles hanging down and you broke one off and stuck it up your nose - posing for a quick picture. Mom got it! We slid, fell and made our way slowly to PokeJo's BBQ to eat there. The warmth and the food were so good. Then, we slid home. Mom has written about this before, but the picture of you with the icicle was used as the pic on a party invite that she designed for your birthday. Apparently you were embarrassed by the picture and did not hand the invitations out at school - we found them in the bottom of your backpack. We still had a great birthday party - we always had good parties! You became bolder with time - allowing your public goofiness to be easily expressed in public!

• Our first year in Austin, we had our floors re-done and you and Caylea moved into our room to make the work simple for the installers. So there we were - all using one bathroom, in one bedroom. Two teenagers, a dog and a cat, with Mom and I. We had such a great time "camping" in the room. All I remember was the endless giggling as we tried to sleep and each of us talked, told jokes, made comments and laughed. Almost asleep, then comment - laughing - awakening - threats, rinse and repeat! Oh for those times to return!!!

• Our last time stuck was really short. It was Mom's birthday in 2013 and we went to visit Danny in Houston. You came from College Station, Caylea, Mom and I from Austin. Danny was not doing particularly well at that time so we ended up staying the night - getting a hotel room. We  stuffed ourselves in the same suite only to find we had the clothes on our backs basically. We had not planned to stay the night so no one had sleeping clothes, toothbrushes, toothpaste or anything. So, off to Walmart you and I went to get things to keep us from grossing each other out. We looked for night shirts and all we could find were XX-Large dark blue T-shirts on sale. We bought the shirts and we wore them - as dresses!!! We all laughed and smiled and giggled, stuck in a hotel room, trying to fall asleep as the shirts gathered around our waists uncomfortably in bed. You made sure we remembered Donkey from Shrek, "And in the morning...I'm making waffles!" Indeed, we made waffles that morning - Texas shaped ones even. The only non-memory evidence of the trip a single picture at breakfast as we sat to eat and sing "Happy Birthday" to Mom - still wearing those oversized T-shirts. After you went Home, I could not give up my ridiculously large shirt for years. It was a useless shirt but it was the last time we were together as 5! What a great time being stuck in Houston.

Getting stuck with you - it still happens. I get stuck as I walk one of the dogs, see a picture, open a book, see an old webpage, sit in your room, play a guitar - many things trigger it. When I get stuck with you - you are back, alive in my memories, jabbering, talking, giggling and playing. I hang out with you, then you fade. Wow, I miss really being stuck with you!

Jesus said His Father's house had rooms for everyone and He was preparing a place for us. Your place just got ready before ours. He came and got you. What a gain for heaven and loss for earth... I really miss you here. Sometimes it is easy to get caught up in this life and forget that we are only pilgrims and sojourners here. I cannot wait to get stuck with you again - but this time in our true Home. What a joyful time it will be as we meet - telling stories, laughing, seeing you again, and praising God for making good on His many promises. 

For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage one another with these words. 1 Thess. 4:16-18

Really cannot wait to get stuck with you again - at Home.

Love you "E"

Dad

Pet Shop Boy

Ian,

You were always a dog person, but you did more than just tolerate the cats! I will keep working on the stories behind these pictures, but I just enjoyed looking at pictures of you and pets. Will need to find some shots with you and Amelia and introduce you to Maron.

I look forward to sharing more stories about our current set of dogs with you.

Love you "e"

Dad

With Johnny B. Goode - He was with you most of your life from Maryland, to California to Austin. You loved Johnny - he was family:

With Amelia Earhart:

After Jack Skellington went to live with Granny - he really wanted to mark over all your adolescent smells leaving his "mark" on your black foldable chairs, clothing and eventually bed, we looked for a new cat. We went to the Austin APA on 183 access road near I-35, and saw several scared but pretty kitties. Then we met Amelia Earhart - a tortoise shell cat - who was so friendly and loving. You connected immediately and chose her. I don't have photos with you and Amelia - but you loved her very much. You guys would snuggle as you watched movies - and fell asleep. She would try to sleep with you - but her snuggling really interrupted your sleep and that had to stop. She is our "senior kitty" but still as loving and cuddly.

Here is Amelia with Louie and Chili Pepper - see below:

With Lucille Ball (Lucy) - you helped choose her,  went with mom and I to pick her up and you really loved her. You bugged us constantly after Indy passed that we needed to get a new dog. I should yielded to this request much earlier so you could enjoy her more. Lucy absorbed all our stress and saddness after you went Home and we needed to relocate her to a new home. We received a movie of Lucy playing basketball with the elementary age son of this home. Reminded mom and I of you and Indy together. She is very happy there!

With Caylea's Louie - he would ride on your shoulders like a parrot!! Caylea got Louie after she put together a very attractive "business plan" to get and support a cat!

With Benny and Joon - Lots of cuddling and love of this brother and sister!

With Louie the V - He is also known as "Joseph" the favored one who has the coat of many colors. You loved petting him and enjoying his beautiful fur and tail. You, Caylea and Carisa would enjoy comparing Louie with other kitties for looks, level of spoiling, etc.

With Indy - so many stories. You and Indy were buddies. He kept you company as Louie learned to open doors and freaked you out - thinking someone had broken into our Trillick Ct. house. You and Indy played basketball outside in the court until mom and I got home from Sacramento. That is just one of many stories in Cali, traveling to Texas and in Austin. Once in Austin, we enjoyed Indy "playing" basketball with us in the driveway. He would hang out in the grass, smell, walk and lay watching us play. We would walk Indy around the neighborhood or the Great Hills Park. We loved to see him smell, walk and explore. It was there we took Indy on his last walk around the neighborhood with Charlie before he went for his final walk at Granny and Papa's. He was a true friend.

With Indy, Charlie and Shelby - dogs providing further cement between our family and the Mundells. I still remember how excited Shelby was to come to Austin to visit Indy and Charlie. 

Our family with Indy and Charlie - Caylea basically picked Indy - putting her blanket on him as he fell asleep near our window after he led the "play" of the puppies. But you picked out Charlie. You and I went to the breeder to find a new dog - a Jack Russell Terrier. You picked Charlie as a little white puppy with small brown spots. He grew up to be a beloved pet that we enjoyed walking, running around the yard and playing with other dogs. We loved to turn him on his back and would shake him - he would snarl and growl in the rhythm that we shake him. He was so funny! Charlie kept Danny company in Cali when we moved to Austin. We eventually re-homed him in Austin as Indy got used to being "the dog." The little girl and her mom LOVED Charlie. You were sad to see him leave, but supported this hard decision.

With Harley Davidson - the guinea pig who lived in your room and you played with in the backyard. He was your "choice" of a new and special pet. You loved to take him into the backyard and let him wonder around and snack on our grass.

I don't have pics with Little Miss - our tortoise, or Caylea's short-lived rat pet.

I must mention Reveille  - who you met at TAMU. Not sure the number of times, or depth of the relatiohnship, but there it is...

New dogs 

I wish you could get to know them - you would love them so much:

Roxea

Red Hot Chili Pepper

Tristan Thorn

Bubba Fett

Samwise Gamgee - Sam

With Emily, and still growing

Maron - the kitty:

Raphael or Raff - sewer cat named after Danny's favorite Mutant Ninja Turtle:

Hey There Delilah - the "pink lady" - named after the first song you taught me on the guitar

All together as a family

A few pics of dogs hanging out

Visting MJ&PG:

The Book Thief

Ian,

It is rumored that this was your favorite book. Indeed, you gifted a copy to Mom for Christmas - I think. I have known this fact for more than six years but could not bring myself to read the book. Honestly, I was afraid. Words, especially narratives, unveil a soul. After you were taken Home - I felt "unveiled" enough.

But I finished the book today - actually, I listened to the audiobook. The narration was vivid and engaging as Death tells this story through minimal prose. The text, yes the text, was very special. I can understand why this was your favorite book.

What draws one to this beautifully tragic story of Liesel Meminger, a young German girl in Nazi Germany? Why does the story linger on your soul as the smell of cigarette smoke or sweet flowers? Why does it leave you thinking and recounting events in your own life? I think it is because everyone experiences loss and everyone wants to live. A good life appears to be successfully lived, and lived deeply, in the midst of both experiences - not in avoidance. Tragedy and death will find us all - in some cases more than once.

Duden Dictionary definition: joy (n): not a good or uplifted feeling based on circumstances, situations, people or "happenings" - differentiating it from happiness - but a feeling that erupts and endures from deep delight in anticipation or acquisition of something or someone of lasting value.

I see so much of you in Rudy Steiner. Rudy is the perfect personification of an adolescent boy full of bluster, dreams, anger, and stretching, yet sensitive, caring and loving towards friends, family and strangers. You were barely out of adolescence when taken from us - imperfect, but beloved. So much you and Rudy shared - both had lives cut short, obvious potential lost, hopes left unfulfilled, love left not fully reciprocated, physical prowess betrayed. How do you watch someone like this be taken away so early?

"Rudy?" "Wake up Rudy!" and now, as the sky went on heating and showering ash, Liesel was holding Rudy Steiner's shirt by the front. "Rudy, please." The tears grappled with her face. Rudy, please, wake up, Goddamn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up..." ... But the boy did not wake. In disbelief, Liesel buried her head into Rudy's chest...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching and finding.

I remember grief this gripping, this unconsolable, mingling memory with hope, with regret, with loss. This is life. This is pain.

I see in the book of the greatness of parents, of love, of home. The depths of being accepted into a family, to be cherished, to be understood, to be allowed to "become," to have place - this is a home. Parents accept their children into a family - but there must be reciprocation by the children for a real home to be found. This is how you loved Mom, Danny, Caylea, family, friends. You found "home" everywhere you went for your love was offered and accepted. How do you grieve such a loss of such a loving one?

...from the minute I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one of the lines down his cheek...She removed the injured instrument [the accordion] and laid it next to Papa's body. "Here, Papa." ...Keep playing Papa...there was only a body now, on the ground, and Liesel lifted him up and hugged him. She wept over the shoulder of Hans Hubermann. Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you...The book thief wept till she was gently taken away.

So why do I blog?

Much like Death who narrates the book, I feel that I must tell a story. I must tell a story of one who loved me, who inspired me, who left too early. I do not want his story to be forgotten. I tell the stories so our family, his friends, so that I, do not forget. Like the Book Thief, I must write to remember; I must remember to live. I want to give voice to the past and breath out to the future. Hey, no one may ever read this or anything I write - but - it feels good to talk with you, Ian, and know that memories are preserved somewhere outside my brain.

Remembering gives life, but it also kills something in you - deep down. When the cuts go deep, words are powerful things. I understand a bit why Liesel ended her book with:

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

Thank you Ian for introducing me to such a powerful story, such a self-revealing experience. It is good to grief for what is precious and what is lost. When I die, I want to do so as Papa, sitting up, erect and waiting to meet death with a light soul, emptied of self, given to others. You died this way - you went Home unafraid, complete and ready. Sounds a bit like Paul:

I know who I have believed and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day...I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day - and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for His appearing. 2 Timothy

I miss you Ian more than ever. I long for His appearing. Thank you for sharing with me so much. Thank you for listening.

Love you "e"

Dad

Almost...Famous

Ian,

Music was a key touchstone for you and I. We shared it with movies, like Almost Famous, as a family with musicals, like Moulin Rouge, Across the Universe and also our iPods/iPhones. Interestingly, you and I shared music through our love for the physical object - the CD or to a lesser extent, the vinyl. The CD provided something tangible - not just album art, but lyric sheets, linear notes, the whole deal communicating to us what the artist was saying. 

Almost Famous - you were the only one of the kids that I really could sit down and watch this more than once. Danny and Caylea humored me, but you and I saw ourselves following a band, listening and letting music just carry you away. 

I still remember the first time we heard "Magic Bus" from Live at Leeds opening Jerry McGuire - when you first watched it. See you respond to the build, the fit and energy reminded me how powerful music could be to animate a movie. You and I agreed - that was the best intro of any movie we saw.

As Morrissey said, "stop me if I think you heard this one before..." but hope you enjoy this trip down memory lane.

Decemberists - the Crane Wife

This was the first concert we say in Austin as a family. Danny came to town and we joined at Stubbs to watch this sophisticated folk/rock music. It was one of the first CD's we bought and burned on the old iMac in the kitchen. You used to put this on before breakfast most mornings in Jr. High.

Tyron Wells - Close: Live at McClain's

We first heard Tyron as part of a band in California for our Jr. High Camp. I don't remember much about this, but we heard him at Riverbend Church and were blown away. This album was played often in Mom's Mini Cooper - especially "Tyron Yodels" - as we laughed about the scene painted and his odd song. We later saw him live again and we collected many of his CD's - his alt-acoustic sound really appealed to our family.

Goo Goo Dolls Greatest Hits

Okay, over all of high school and even during college, if you saw this CD in my car - it was "pop it in." Love to listen to the Goo's.

Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life

Stevie played your favorite concert ever - at ACL. You could never stop talking about it. He became your favorite artist - a common thread for you - favorites followed your last big experience. I own "Songs" and it reminds me of you every time I see or hear it. "Isn't She Lovely" is the way I felt about all of my kids as they were born, grew up and are today.

Across the Universe - Soundtrack

You LOVED this movie with its ability to weave a broader story through the Beatles' greatest hits. Even the weird parts with Bono were okay with you. For a time, this soundtrack outplayed the Beatles in our house - yikes! Don't worry, we went back to the well!

Todd Agnew - A Day of Glory Austin Stone Church

We were in the St. John's Campus that Christmas Eve service when Todd came out with no shoes, sat down at the piano and played Hallelujah, What a Savior. It was caught on tape and ended up on the Austin Stone Christmas CD. Todd was always your Mom's favorite artist. I still think I hear your voice in the chorus as everyone rose together in praise to God during this song.

Wicked - Soundtrack

This was the play we saw together at UT - it was Broadway in Austin and we sat on the far right balcony hanging over the first floor. You loved the story, the songs and the action - as did we all. What a special night and play to experience as a family. Later, Mom, Caylea and I read the book - not as good as the play by a long shot!

The Black Keys - Attack and Release

Our intro to the Keys - we loved listening to these songs working out, hanging in your room and playing guitar and bass together. The fuzz tone was rootsy and you loved it. I still remember sitting on your bed playing "I've Got Mine" as you played bass. Some of the best times of my life.

The Who- the Kids are Alright

Almost Famous - Soundtrack

Jerry McGuire - Soundtrack

The start to Jerry McGuire is too good with Magic Bus from Live at Leeds building. No better rock and roll intro. Almost Famous reminded us to "Listen to ‘Tommy' with a candle burning and you'll see your entire future.’ The Kids are Alright - yep, just too many good songs here, but this CD and movie introduced you to Thunder fingers - John Entwistle. The track on the DVD with only the bass part was your favorite - how Won't Get Fooled Again just rocked!!! Inspired me in Jr. High. Inspired you in Jr. High - just more connections.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium

What do I say about the RHCP's? They were your fav. We listened from Greatest Hits backwards to Mother's Milk, forward to Stadium. These CD's spanned California, Texas, home, school, family, friends. I imagine everyone has a RHCP memory with Ian! The biggest one was seeing you play shirt off at the old Mohawk (I think) playing the bass like Flea in a metal band. Yep, those were good times.

Kings of Leon - Only by the Night

Hearing you sing "My Sex is on Fire!" for probably 3 months. No more comment required.

Shinedown - Sound of Madness

This was an awesome gift you gave me. I still enjoy this CD and we shared these songs together all the time. I still love Devour, the Crow and Butterfly, and the title track. Zach Myers' guitar work is fantastic.

Michael Jackson - This is It

The man, the myth the legend. Another gift. Oh how I wish we sat and listened to this together and tell stories from my high school days when Michael J would release new music and we would request the songs to "air guitar" in Men's Choir!

Movie Soundtracks: Juno, 500 Days of Summer, Siiver Linings Playbook

You loved these movies. You loved the artsy songs on each. Andrew, you and I watched Silver Linings Playbook together - it was the last movie we say together. Still precious memories. 

Switchfoot - Learning to Breathe

This was your first, and probably most enduring "favorite" album. We helped Switchfoot play at our Jr. High Conference - right before the album launched, before Walk to Remember - and we came to love their music. It started at Spirit West Coast seeing them play "A New Way to be Human" and has not ended. But Learning to Breathe was a touchstone. The signed album flyer was one of your most prized possessions. It is one of our ours now.

Gifts I wish that I shared with you: 

    Fleet Foxes - Helpless Blues

    Junip - Fields

You gave me these CD's the Christmas of 2012. I did not "jump" to listen to them when you were here - nor did I share with you. I am sad when I see these. I regret not listening to them with you. I struggle to listen to them without you.

Last Listens:

    Death Cab for Cutie - Plans

    The Head and the Heart

    Cage the Elephant - Thank you, Happy Birthday

    Vampire Weekend, Vampires for the City

I think these CDs were in your possession or certainly on you iPhone when you went Home. I miss sharing this great music with you. The covers just remind me of the music we shared.

(Thanks Melissa and Bruce for the great pic on the history of alternative rock)

Musical stories I wish we could share:

The link of Free music, specifically "Be My Friend" live at Isle of Wright, to "Love Comes and Goes" and "Fever Dog" in the Almost Famous. So much to share and play together here.

The overdubbing and build up of Cure songs - I want to record these songs with you, "Just Like Heaven", "All I Want", "Hot, Hot, Hot" and others.

The great guitar work of Mick Ronson, melodic baselines of Trevor Bolder, the beat of Woody Woodmansey and the creativity and voice of David Bowie on the "Hunky Dory", "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars" and "Aladdin Sane." We would love the Ziggy world together. 

I would share more of the Jam, with their terrific three piece attack and unmatched bass lines. I would work with you to play, "In the City", "Modern World", "That's Entertainment", and others.

Finally, we would talk about the origins of BritPop - Oasis, the Blur, Verve and others - the Beatles, the Kinks, or who?? (the Who??) Yes, we would play "End of the Day" and "Waterloo Sunset" together.

Yes, CD's bring back memories and your were a great listener and player of music. You were "Almost Famous" with Little Emily Warfield - just close to a contract, possible album, tour, other. It was not to be - but I enjoyed watching my son do what I could not do - play new, original music in front of people. I enjoy telling "Ian Stories" and enjoy playing with you still, looking to my left as at the Stone, and hearing your rumbling bass lines.

So proud of you. I miss you so much "e."

Love, 

Dad