When you asked me to help out, I had no idea what to expect. I met you in Lincoln Park and we walked into a condo owned by this wealthy married couple. The floors were being re-done in the front family room, which was nearly empty except for 7 or 8 large glass sculptures by the artist Stanislav Libenský. It was a surreal moment, discovering this incredible collection of art in a very private, intimate context. We had to be extremely careful moving the pieces, as they were very heavy and very expensive. After our job was done we went to a taco joint, and talked about the sculptures. We shared how they inspired us, talking about ideas for a future music project. There was this fresh excitement with it. We found out the place wasn’t actually b.y.o.b. on our way out. I went home and began thinking about this album.
About a month later, when I was out of the country, I found out that you were gone. Beyond the immediate shock and grief I was reminded of this experience we had shared, and how delicate those glass sculptures were.. how we handled them with careful care.
In a way, our lives are very similar to those glass sculptures. Beautiful works of art, each shaped and colored differently. Not to be taken for granted; taken slowly, and to be handled with love and care.