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(Cross-posted from justinebursoni.com)
In September of last year, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting Chris Reimer during Pygmalion Music Festival. He was kind and patient — despite the fact that he wasn’t thrilled about having his photo taken. When we finished, he shook my hand and gave me a huge thanks. Later that night, I returned to watch their performance and it was stellar.
I learned this morning that he passed away in his sleep yesterday. My deepest condolences go out to his family and friends. He was an extraordinary musician and he will be missed by many. It is a shame when the music world loses someone so humble, young, and talented.
Mad love and thanks to all the peeps who came out to see our boy’s show at Sled Island last week. (Two weeks ago, I guess. They say you lose time in grief. It’s true. It goes somewhere).
Also, I don’t know that I properly thanked the Sled Island Festival, and Paisley Sim in particular, for so generously making possible this event. From FFWD:
For Sim, however, one exhibition stands out from the rest: the Reimer show at MOCA. “Marc Rimmer curated it and Marc and Chris were best friends for many, many years,” she says. “It’s a collection of photographs of him by many people in his life and then we’re playing many of his unreleased, ambient scores — they’re all so textured.”
The show features a silent auction to raise funds for a foundation in Reimer’s name.
“More than anything, I feel humbled to be able to present it. I loved Chris and I hope that the show is well-received by his family more than anything else.”
CBC Calgary’s The Homestretch spoke to Marc in advance of the show.
And BeatRoute interviewed Rena about Gold.
Thanks to DivinerOne/Kathleen Moors for this lovely ambient video:
-by Clinton St. John
I don’t know where to start. I can’t stop thinking about Chris. I just revisited the site and tears are flowing again like I just found out. I miss that guy so damn much. Its obvious how easy it was to take Chris for granted.
There was never a moment where I felt it was necessary to break it down like an equation what an amazingly kind genius that dear sweet man was. And now its all there’s left to do. I wish I could have been here for the celebrations of Chris’s life but I was in Cuba and couldn’t make it back. Looking back I wish I would have made it home somehow, not that it would have changed anything but it would have been good to be with our friends. I can’t imagine how hard this has been for you and your family, and I offer my sincere condolences. Continue reading
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-Robert Frost, 1923
From S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders
Johnny: It’s like the mist is what’s pretty, ya know? All gold and silver.
Johnny: Too bad it can’t stay like that all the time.
Ponyboy: Nothing gold can stay.
Johnny’s last lines to Ponyboy: Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.
WE LOVE YOU CHRIS