I lost a friend this weekend. He started the first band I was ever in. He was my oldest friend in Portland. The last time I talked to him, he invited me to sing for his new band. Now he’s gone. There’s a lot that I feel, but not much left to say.
Except this: Here’s to Jake. The most excited storyteller, the most animated bass player, the most unpredictable van driver, and most genuine dude I have ever known. May the music he left behind comfort us in his absence.
At the memorial yesterday, I found out that someone had already received a successful kidney transplant from Jake after waiting for more than a year for a match. Three days after his passing, he is already saving lives. I don’t believe in destiny, but I do believe in beauty. And that’s about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.