Tue Oct, 31 2006
Things That I Don't Forget
"It took us about 2 hours to get it in the bag. Toward the end, we had a very cool synergy going on. As I stepped through my moves, I could almost feel the pressure of Duck's hand on his faders: the timing of his fades was connected to the timing of my steps through the image of our light falling on the stage in truly rhythmic composition. He left holes in his looks for my moves, and I stilled my motion in time for his accent slams.(August 31, 1992 -- Los Angeles)
Dino looked at it, and didn't say too much. As he walked out of the room he had a smile on his face. He returned about 10 minutes later with Bill Reeves.
'Roll tape.'"
It has been thirteen months since my old mate Dino Derose died hard on the side of a road in Austin, Texas after being struck by a car and left there by someone who must have known what they had done.
To this day, that rotten person has never been found. His life goes on as before, at the expense of Dino's. The Austin police didn't care about this thing from hour-one, and so far as anyone can tell, they still don't.
I hope the creep who did this is haunted every single day of his life until he steps up to cop to it, or, failing that, that his last hours on this earth are at least as hard as my friend's were.
As for the Austin cops, well... I think you can imagine. Worthless sonsofbitches.




