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Sep. 30th, 2014 09:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rootbeer1We're in shock ... one of my oldest friends, Keating DuGarm, passed away of a heart attack over the weekend. He visited us in 2011 and always called me the old man, because I was ten days older than him. We spent a lot of time together in the '80s and '90s, shopping for CDs and attending concerts, eating Thai food and nachos, seeing arty films, reading comics, collaborating on writing, going to ballgames, drinking beer ... we even vacationed together, attending the Quebec City wedding of our friend Bert, and a driving trip through Pennsylvania Dutch country in search of microbrews and offbeat Amish buffets. He'd visited Jack Garceau and me in San Francisco a few times, and I'd visited him in Minnesota in 2008, when I was on a cross-country driving trip with Raymond Kampf.
He wrote to me three weeks ago with a short review of the Bob Mould concert at the Minnesota State Fair. A huge music fan, Keating and I (and other friends like Christopher Cavett, Jim Chadwick, Jim Bierbaum, Patrick Lusk, Meloney Crawford, Pete Wilson, Scott Wasserman, etc.) would often talk about music and exchange mix tapes to turn each other on to new sounds. Some of my happiest memories of the '80s and early '90s were of us visiting each other (me in Connecticut, him in Delaware), record and CD shopping, then eagerly playing what we'd found for each other. Then going out for beers and the hottest Thai food we could find.
Keating, you were one of my best friends, and I'll always miss you. I'll raise a beer for you tonight, buddy.
He wrote to me three weeks ago with a short review of the Bob Mould concert at the Minnesota State Fair. A huge music fan, Keating and I (and other friends like Christopher Cavett, Jim Chadwick, Jim Bierbaum, Patrick Lusk, Meloney Crawford, Pete Wilson, Scott Wasserman, etc.) would often talk about music and exchange mix tapes to turn each other on to new sounds. Some of my happiest memories of the '80s and early '90s were of us visiting each other (me in Connecticut, him in Delaware), record and CD shopping, then eagerly playing what we'd found for each other. Then going out for beers and the hottest Thai food we could find.
Keating, you were one of my best friends, and I'll always miss you. I'll raise a beer for you tonight, buddy.
