Nineteen years ago today I was at the old farm on Kingsbury Rd. and I got a call from my agent, Steve Martin. ‘You know that phone call we’ve been expecting,’ he said. ‘This is it. Rick Danko just passed.’ In a way it was not a surprise, but on the other hand I always tend to think that all those dear to me will live forever regardless of the circumstances. Rick was at the same time a complex and yet very simple person. Regardless of the dysfunction that he and I often shared back in the 80’s, he was my friend… my good friend. I remember him standing by the pond behind his little house in Woodstock. ‘Come on girls,’ he would say to the geese on the pond. I’ve got something good for you.’ And he always did. He was without guile and always had a smile on his face. Good times or bad, when he sang it was always with the voice of an angel.
I still miss him.
May your voice lift the angels just a little bit higher.
I couldn’t help but tear up when I watched this.