Remnants
Odd things have been surfacing in the annual haul out the xmas shit!
The tape we made in 1996, of Cynthia's xmas show.
A NYT Sunday magazine from July 14, 1996.
A candy cane with curly pipe cleaner antlers from Mailman Cowboy.
posted by Tammy @ 11:06 PM
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Man.
Finding reminders of your lost friend must fuck you up pretty badly. Not that you ever forget, really, or not that she's not always with you... It's just not always at the front of your consciousness, with day-to-day life.
I'm so sorry that you lost such a creative, strong person, obviously a dear friend, darlin'.
It took me 22 years to stop trying, once I realized how much I was hurting the people who loved me, every time that I tried to die and fucked it up.
The fucked up thing is... we didn't know her. AT ALL. but when Dan requested a song she would answer emails "Oh, Monseieur Domike, I'll play that Brilliant choice real soon..." She was just our DJ FOREVER. No-one did know her. I asked Nick. She kept to herself, hardly appeared at the staff xmas parties. We wished we had invited her over to a BBQ. or something.
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