My dad was nocturnal his whole adult life. He kept 'jazz hours' starting in high school and never looked back. When I was little, I would wake up in the middle of the night to search for him. Undoubtedly, he would be somewhere in the house, composing (old school, with a pen and sheet music). He would never send me back to bed. He would smile and bring me into his arms while he continued to work...there was no safer place in the world for me.
He was a giant. An icon. A culture shifter. A genius... but his music (and ALL of his work) was a channel for his love. He WAS love. He made everyone he ever met feel loved and seen, to which I said, 'That's his legacy.' I'll miss his hugs and kisses and unconditional devotion and advice.
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