Well, Thursday last my world and the wider world of music lost a bit of its spark.

I met Ian while we were both contracting for Miliman Care Guidelines.  We became fast friends due to many common interests, including but not limited to computer shit and all things music.  (He was a developer and I was supporting an xml product.  We both played guitar.)

He once told me that when his album went platinum he would give me his acoustic guitar.

Many years later, due to my regard for his knowledge of both music and musicians, I looked to him when I wanted to start doing music shows here in my backyard.  He pointed me to John Elliott (who strangely was just releasing an album called Backyards) who came to Peavine Alley to play our first music show (bring Aly Marcus to open).

That was ten summers ago.  John plays here every couple of years on his tours.

John loves coming here and we love having him.

Thanks, Ian.

Actually, through Ian I have met a lot of folks.  A lot.  It’s hard not to when we are both infectiously gregarious.  Take for example the traveling Argentinians.

They were traveling.  They met Ian.  They were looking for a place to crash.  They crashed with me.  We visited Harry (another enormous musical force in my life).  They reached out today.  Of course they did.  We are all good people.  A force for good in the world.  Much love.

Do you have an Ian story?  So many do.  So many do.

Good-bye, old friend.

On Ian’s birthday (20230208), some of us gathered and hit a couple of the old Ballard haunts in celebration.  Here is a photo from our night out.