It was a wonderful celebration of Pete's life and spirit last Saturday--an amazing gathering of people with whom Pete shared his life and his gift of music.
I will always remember first meeting him at the Haystack Songwriting Workshop at Cannon Beach in 1979. That meeting led us to an incredible musical collaboration partnership. We co-authored a boxcar full of music and lyrics for individual songs, for the musical "Halfway Home," and for Pete's Christmas musical adpatation of "The Gift of the Magi."
I have so many wonderful memories of Pete. Our Friday night video game marathons; countless Pietro's "Bartender's Special" pizzas (absolutely NO mushrooms!); Ripoff the cat; rehearsals of our musical "Halfway Home" in his apartment in Salem; introducing him to the music of Bill Staines; going to the Barbershop Singing Competition at Willamette University; meeting his future bride, Elaine, for the first time at dinner at Jake's in Portland; and always trying out a new song or a lyric on him--his opinion was invaluable.
Finally, I must include one of Pete's humorous poems here. It's one that I first heard at the Haystack Workshop and have never forgotten:
"It goes without thinkin'
That bars are for drinkin'
And yet, somehow, that's absurd.
They're also for givin'
Musicians a livin'
But in bars, it's sure hard to be heard."
Well, I heard you Pete, and I'm so thankful I did. You were fine musician and my steadfast friend.
Thanks so much for everything buddy.