Lloyd Best is gone and we are all alone now. So lonely and alone now. Left, bereft, to scramble in the Caribbean centre that should be our world. Unless, in time, those thoughts become flesh. So lonely and alone till then. Alone and so very lonely, wondering when.
I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking that Keith Smith outdid himself today.
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I have a suspicion that Smith composed this–I hesitate to call it a tribute, because it is so much more than that–this piece some time ago. Either that, or he really did outdo himself.
Comment by Jonathan 03.22.07 @ 10:49 amI think he outdid himself as well, and I never met Lloyd Best myself. Just beautiful.
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