As there always is on the road, there was much hurry-up-and-wait during those two days, and during that downtime Randy and I usually sat together, sometimes talking, but more than anything, just observing. For the longest time I wondered why a rock star of Randy's stature would be so nice to someone who clearly wasn't a groupie. It wasn't until after he passed away that I found out he had sisters.
Our paths never crossed again, but because we had mutual friends and later, colleagues, I just somehow thought they would. When I found out Randy passed away from cancer I felt a huge sense of loss, not only for the music community, but knowing how much he was loved by people who knew him far better than I.
I lit the candle, then I used the flame to light some Nag Champa incense. I don't know if Randy Castillo was into incense, but I always think of Nag Champa as creative incense (even though it's traditionally spiritual), because it's what I often burn when I write. In addition to being a fantastic drummer, Randy was also an amazing mixed media artist, so I lit it in honor of his creative spirit.
Now here's the weird, freaky Twilight Zone part: The Nag Champa went out, unfinished, not long after I lit it.
Here's hoping every musician who reads this lights a candle, too.
Happy birthday, Randy Castillo, and R.I.P. .
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