Now my pal is gone, dead at the much-too-young age of 46. He was found unresponsive in his home yesterday, the cause yet to be specified.
Although we chose different paths in life, Clark and I shared a bond that ran deep and wide, built over a period of several years in the 1980s when we played together in The Vanguard, our rock band in Winston-Salem, N.C. We spent countless hours practicing, gigging, laughing (lots of laughing), swapping secrets, getting into trouble and, most of all, letting the music take us to otherworldly places. He was a gentle soul who unfortunately struggled to fight off more than his share of demons. Above all, he was a fabulous musician. A natural, uncompromising talent who deeply enjoyed playing and immersing himself in music and whose voice and soulful touch on the guitar and drums were extraordinary.
After wrestling with the pillows for a few hours last night, unable to sleep, I stepped outside for some fresh air. Looking into the vast and dark sky, I knew Clark was at peace, at home, finally settled. Thank you, buddy, for all our joyous musical endeavors, your good humor, your appreciation of what was most important, and for enriching my life. Your kindness and friendship were great gifts.
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