Listening on the sly from the heavens...
Glenn Mitchell
1955 - 2005
This Thanksgiving, I will raise my glass in your honor.
Words cannot express how grateful and blessed I am that for the past three and half years, I've had the pleasure of watching you through that glass, potting you up and down, seeing you in that chair so confidently and skillfully mastering the art of conversation and being the quintessential scholar and gentleman. Not to mention the best damned radio talk show host to ever walk the face of this planet.
With you, I learned something new every day, especially on Fridays. And even though you were already a walking library of knowledge revealed, every new thing you discovered or stumbled upon was merely a smaller piece of a bigger picture, a bigger truth. You welcomed it all with an open mind and an open heart, and were ready with the next question.
As a colleague, fellow 'junkyard brain' and fan, I know I'm a better person, having known you in this life.
But I hate the idea of never hearing you ask, "Bring me the head of Johann Hummel" ever again, or "How 'bout a little 'How The West Was Won' today?"
"The Green Manalishi" will never sound the same, nor will "Pet Sounds" or "Peaches En Regalia."
We never finished our conversation about Sandy Denny.
And I never found out the name of that Misfits song you asked about, damn it.
1955 - 2005
This Thanksgiving, I will raise my glass in your honor.
Words cannot express how grateful and blessed I am that for the past three and half years, I've had the pleasure of watching you through that glass, potting you up and down, seeing you in that chair so confidently and skillfully mastering the art of conversation and being the quintessential scholar and gentleman. Not to mention the best damned radio talk show host to ever walk the face of this planet.
With you, I learned something new every day, especially on Fridays. And even though you were already a walking library of knowledge revealed, every new thing you discovered or stumbled upon was merely a smaller piece of a bigger picture, a bigger truth. You welcomed it all with an open mind and an open heart, and were ready with the next question.
As a colleague, fellow 'junkyard brain' and fan, I know I'm a better person, having known you in this life.
But I hate the idea of never hearing you ask, "Bring me the head of Johann Hummel" ever again, or "How 'bout a little 'How The West Was Won' today?"
"The Green Manalishi" will never sound the same, nor will "Pet Sounds" or "Peaches En Regalia."
We never finished our conversation about Sandy Denny.
And I never found out the name of that Misfits song you asked about, damn it.
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