A surprising number of filkers know the outstanding music of Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer, mostly because spiritdance
and her husband have been enthusiastic vectors for spreading that virus. I only met the folk duo once,when they performed earlier this year in New England, but they both impressed me as being wonderfully friendly, kind and interesting people, personally and professionally. They had been getting greater attention, had won considerable recognition, and as a singing partnership, they seemed poised just at the brink of everything paying off for them.
Two days ago Dave died in a hotel room of a heart attack, just shy of 50 years old from what I hear.
Any one who's heard and loved their music will know this is a tragedy. Any one who has met them will also grieve the death of someone who was just as extraordinary personally as professionally.
I used to do several of their songs pretty regularly at filks with my ex, but they've fallen out of my practice list by default over the past couple months. I need to get back to doing those, but last night Gafia listened to me stumble thruogh one of the very few filksongs I've written. In fact, I wrote it just about this time last year, and I like to think that if Dave Carter had written filk, it might be something like When We Go. Just for self indulgence, I think I'll post it. But I'll keep it behind the cut.( Read more... )
Dave believed in angels. I hope he's singing with them now.