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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.
is it just me, or have stores been unloading their christmas crap a little earlier every year? the other day, my mother actually saw workers unloading LIVE christmas trees to be sold out in front of Safeway!!!! who the hell would buy a tree during the first week in november?!?!?! by the time chritmas morning rolls around, it would look the the charlie brown tree. 3 branches, one twig, and a pile of pine needles (and those things are a BITCH to get off the carpet, even with a vaccum). At this point we should just start celebrating thanksgiving the day after halloween. It's barely a blip on the radar of the comsumer industry anyways! it kind of pisses me off to think that thanksgiving is so overlooked. i like christmas, but i dislike what it has become. all i see is SPEND, SPEND, SPEND!!!! in big red flashing lights. Plus, i loooooove thanksgiving. it's just food and fun, and we are fortunate enough to usually spend it at the beach, which is just awesome. I feel so bombarded with...
it's one of her worst faults. she's paranoid and sees things that aren't there. some say it's instinct. she knows better. at the time it feels as though she is so right on. she knew the score. it's the same old story. an eruption. explosion. a total overreaction. then instant regret. it doesn't rear it's ugly head for a few minutes, though. first a private freak out. then a public meltdown. quickly she is over it on the outside, but on the inside it stews and festers---she thinks and rethinks the series of events until her stomach is in knots and her mood is disgusting and dismal. this is a drama her mama would never want her to save. she has to let it go. please help her let it go. she can't change what has already been done. stop (re)acting out, girl. save your face, little girl. it's the only one you have, and it's beautiful. it's strong. it's better than this mess. i'm better than this mess.
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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