Most of you have probably heard by now that my great friend Butch Morris passed away on Tuesday.
Can any words capture this loss?
I had a dream last night in which Butch was at the center of a group of people, me included. He asked us to kiss him goodbye and then left. I only found out hours later that he had died.
It seems like a fitting farewell from a man who liked to arrive dramatically on a scene and then leave unexpectedly, like a creature of legend.
I am grateful for the time I spent with him and will forever treasure the lessons he taught me: how to be a real artist in the world, and how to love the people around you.
There won’t be another like him.
Rest in peace, my friend.