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Descending The Spiral Staircase
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Yesterday I learned that one of the most kind and unique individuals I have ever met had passed onto the next realm. Phil Herz, aka cy thoth was a man that meant a lot, not only to the people he knew personally, but the people who he reached because of his weekly show on kfjc, and because of the art of the firebunker.
Every time I saw Phil he greeted me warmly. I shared the same name as one of his sisters, so he took to calling me by the nickname he used for her, which just so happened to be the exact same nickname my family has given me. I've had several nicknames bestowed upon me over the years, but that one brought a certain feeling of comfort and familiarity with it, so I loved that he started referring to me that way. I wasn't the only person he treated like this. Quite the contrary, he was this way with nearly everyone that crossed his path.
It has been a little over 24 hours since the news hit, and many stories have been shared. The people that were closer to him have some great ones. My interactions with him weren't as frequent, but I did have the pleasure of spending some time with him on Tuesday Mornings during the last KFJC fundraiser. He was such a dedicated staff member. He would come up every morning to oversee the fundraiser phone lines.
He was famous for leaving hilarious phone messages for friends and other members of the KFJC staff. I think I have a few. I think I will try and find them.
One final memory. A few years back at The KFJC penny pitch at Streetlight Records, as we made the transition between our DJ sets, I asked Cy Thoth if he'd like to go on a bike ride with me. This was in reference to the last track I was gonna play. In my mind it was the perfect and twisted hand off between cadillac margarita and cy thoth. I was half kidding, but now I wish I would have taken the request more seriously. a bike ride with phil or cy thoth would have been pretty kick ass.
gone but not forgotten, I know he wouldn't trip on dying, but that doesn't make me any less sad about not being able to talk to him again. For now, I will imagine that bike ride.
allegedly the villian of roger and hamerstein's "The Sound of Music", the only thing I feel when I see her is envy. That wardrobe! That Style! Girlfriend was fierce and knew when to make her exit.
Cinequest Film Festival is taking over Downtown San Jose as we speak, and last night I went to the California Theatre to check out Tenacious DTour , a documentary that followed the D on their world tour in support of The Pick of Destiny . A funny thing happened when my friend and I went to pick out seats. We ended up sitting right next to Kyle Gass and his girlfriend. for those of you who aren't familiar with who he is, he's the other guy in the band who's not Jack Black. We had our momentary silent freak out when we realized it was him, at which point I quietly leaned over and told him he was awesome. He quietly thanked me, and normalcy was restored until a few kids came over asking for autographs. He obliged but soon realized the mini pencil he was given to sign with wasn't going to work. Thanks to my new Andy Warhol Happy Bug Day tote bag, complete with handy organizational top compartment, i had easy access to my pen. I handed it over with great joy, and he was abl...
proudly presenting my newest find, a bosley b2 35mm camera circa 1945-1952: I love to go "junking" as my mom calls it. That is, i love thrift stores. Even as a child, a trip to the "junk shop" meant wonders beyond my wildest dreams were just a short car ride away. over the years, various books, records, sweaters, t-shirts, pieces of jewelry, mugs and drinking glasses, artwork, sunglasses, hats, purses, trinkets, and more recently, cameras have made their way into my possession. I haven't yet given up on finding a perfect pair of cowboy boots, and I will forever kick myself for not buying the vintage accordion i saw there last year, but other than that, most junk shops have been very good to me. My one I turn to most is Savers in Milpitas, Ca . Formerly Thrift Village , I can still recall the sign that hung above the store with it's large, dark blue scalloped letters that beckoned people to this village of thrift. In the 80s, i think it beckoned my mother be...
Yesterday I learned that one of the most kind and unique individuals I have ever met had passed onto the next realm. Phil Herz, aka cy thoth was a man that meant a lot, not only to the people he knew personally, but the people who he reached because of his weekly show on kfjc, and because of the art of the firebunker.
Every time I saw Phil he greeted me warmly. I shared the same name as one of his sisters, so he took to calling me by the nickname he used for her, which just so happened to be the exact same nickname my family has given me. I've had several nicknames bestowed upon me over the years, but that one brought a certain feeling of comfort and familiarity with it, so I loved that he started referring to me that way. I wasn't the only person he treated like this. Quite the contrary, he was this way with nearly everyone that crossed his path.
It has been a little over 24 hours since the news hit, and many stories have been shared. The people that were closer to him have some great ones. My interactions with him weren't as frequent, but I did have the pleasure of spending some time with him on Tuesday Mornings during the last KFJC fundraiser. He was such a dedicated staff member. He would come up every morning to oversee the fundraiser phone lines.
He was famous for leaving hilarious phone messages for friends and other members of the KFJC staff. I think I have a few. I think I will try and find them.
One final memory. A few years back at The KFJC penny pitch at Streetlight Records, as we made the transition between our DJ sets, I asked Cy Thoth if he'd like to go on a bike ride with me. This was in reference to the last track I was gonna play. In my mind it was the perfect and twisted hand off between cadillac margarita and cy thoth. I was half kidding, but now I wish I would have taken the request more seriously. a bike ride with phil or cy thoth would have been pretty kick ass.
gone but not forgotten, I know he wouldn't trip on dying, but that doesn't make me any less sad about not being able to talk to him again. For now, I will imagine that bike ride.
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