One week from today is the memorial for Steve. My hope/plan is this be a celebration of his life. The theme is "Jazz Funeral" ish, or as ish as I can make it. It will be here at the house trig (re)built.

I would LOVE to know your favorite tr ig saying, trigism, glimpse into the man known as tr ig, stories and the like that I can read aloud or at least print out. Much appreciation. 

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on July 15, 2017 at 2:34pm

Other than reading and commenting of our posts on Our Salon and the long lost Open Salon, my only real life contact with trig, Jenny and nana were the few hours we spent together when we met at Serenita's home in San Francisco: The Mermaid's Garden, Good Ladies and Some Good Men.  We lost Serenita who was a treasured friend and blessing to nana, and now we've lost trig.  Raise a glass for me.

Comment by Foolish Monkey on July 15, 2017 at 2:48pm

Nana said it. the drama, the effortless  showmanship. and good lord, the creativity.

Were living in an age of star lusting and star wannabeeing but that man was the genuine article. thank god he was never stumbled upon by some slimey media venue because he was a dazzler.  He didn't skimp either. He was always balls to the wall, in whatever he was in with all his energy. You could feel him because what he was emanating was whole hog nothing held back pure Steve.   

So I'd read him and know his words were real, no bullshit, intelligent, caring and honest. As real as my next door neighbor. And funny as hell.. Not to mention heartbreaking. 

i cant post videos being on my idiot phone. I'm sure you've seen what I'd post but wasI'll post it anyway when I get on my computer.

please know we, i cherished him. 

Much love to you and your family at this difficult time. 

Cynthia

 

Comment by lorianne on July 15, 2017 at 3:24pm

He & I did this thing...one would tell the other to "shut up" (often) and the response back was always "shut down!" I think it was a quote from one of the silly robot movies. We also (for reasons I cannot explain) would talk to one another using accents...  he liked doing a Sean Connery and thought he was good at it, and would tell me to "schut up schilly".

Comment by Rita Shibr on July 15, 2017 at 3:41pm

I will search through my old posts,  he never failed to leave a comment on anything i put up and get back....xo

Comment by Julie Johnson on July 15, 2017 at 5:00pm

Here's a good one!  The last paragraph, especially...

Comment by tr ig on December 30, 2016 at 10:19am

We are reaching a pivot point at tr ig's thread. Far past pivot here! 

Well I haven't dropped in for coffee in a few, so I caught up, then went and pressed me a cup and now I'm back.

Smudging .. I believe in that, and love sage .. the smell, the feel it brings. Reminds me, I need to replenish my smudge stock. 

The Salmon Ceremony? Who knew .. 

Julie I wasn't aware until my one post where I said Hello from Fargo, that you were indeed once a resident of that high plains Mecca of enlightenment. What grabbed me here today though, the riding around on gravel roads, drinking beer, smoking .. cigs and reefer, laughing it up, enjoying some new found freedom. Almost makes me want to write a blog you know. Maybe that would be a good open call, except I think, some people didn't have gravel roads, the megalopolis kids.

Flying ... I have very pleasant dreams of flying. Sometimes I'm the pilot of an aircraft--sometimes a small craft, sometimes a jumbo ass jet, usually flying low trying to avoid power lines and such, then off to some incredible place, and I'm the freaking captain. Then there's the "gliding" dreams, no craft required, not flying but gliding, effortlessly in defiance of gravity. Like I can approach a long set of stairs, in my dream, and rather than walking them down, I glide them, never touching a single step. Other times it's out in a nature scene like a glade or meadow, and simply by intending it I can levitate and even rise to scary high levels. Those are sublime dreams .. sigh. I mentioned Castaneda in my post .. don Juan taught him special dreaming, sorcerer's dreaming, where one can summon volition, changing a normal dream into something magical where we can live much as we live in "the real world" but have access to all the mysteries and power of the universe. This starts, the first exercise for dreaming, by training yourself to search for your hands in your dream i.e. realizing that you are in a dream, but commanding intent. I know this is possible for I have done it. No kidding. Trying to get back to that now, in my latter years .. now that life's drama has receded, giving me space and time to rediscover the forgotten mysteries and untapped power that each of us has direct access to, if only we tried.

Comment by Token on July 16, 2017 at 4:11am

The best advice tr ig ever gave me on how to gain views and garner "rates" in my futile quest to have a cover was : "Always use the word "tr ig" in the title."

Comment by greenheron on July 16, 2017 at 5:52am

Steve was a bad ass. He was fun to play with, that kid who started all the best games and got you in trouble. He lived a life that resulted in great stories. A post about restoring an old wooden table could inspire fourteen pages of comments. He was smart, not in the I went to school for a long time and learned all this stuff smart, but street and life smart, which to me, is the most interesting kind.  

Everyone who knew him has Steve stories, but something I really loved was how much he loved his family, and how unafraid he was to say so. He was an alpha male with a don’t whine Midwestern constitution, yet open about his love.

Excerpts from Steve’s blog:

Jenny

“The boatride video would be nothing without her at the end. That smile melts my heart. She's gone now to belly dancing. She makes her own money. She has less mood swings than I do, even while having hot flashes and cold chills. I'm the bitch between the two of us, but still charming, me. How lucky am I? And was past 50 when we met. Could have easily gone to the grave never having met such a woman.”

Created with a powerwasher technique I don't quite understand. Says "J+S"

Eli

“Last May Eli and I were fishing one evening, on our boat at beautiful spot on a perfect day, and the action was good. He told me then that his appreciation for me teaching him the pleasures of this past time could never be exaggerated. Does my heart good to hear that, or did. Not harvesting fish .. that's not it. It's the endeavor. I guess. Whatever you call it, he has it now ingrained and if he has kids they will too.”

“What a piece of good fortune there, him, coming by way of me, halfly at least. If I ultimately fail at all else I still have him as my great accomplishment and can die knowing that I've contributed him, so to speak, to this world.” 

Jeff

Brothers with a lifetime of history. Together they made a formidable duo. Woe to the hapless blogger who disrespected either of them. It was a given that the other brother would show up, and together, they’d carve up their opponent, sometimes so sharply he/she did not even know they’d been cut. 

Mostly though, they bantered, their love showing up in shared memories. Nobody knows you like the one next to you in the nest. These exchanges read like scripts:

Comment by nanatehay on July 2, 2017 at 3:49pm

……Wtf man, should I not be investing in a timeshare condo in Pensacola or what ???

Comment by tr ig on July 2, 2017 at 8:53pm

Yes, Pensacola timeshare but. That's where you got the bad tan isn't it? Then instructed me to take the highway to New York City instead of KANSAS City. The oceanliners crossing in front of us. I think I was sunburnt too. It was a long road to Jackson.

Comment by nanatehay on July 2, 2017 at 10:11pm

Bad tan? It was radiation poisoning, pure and simple. The outer 7 layers of my dermis had sloughed off by the time we got in your Corolla to head north so I don't remember telling you to go to NYC, just those oceanliners on the overpasses... ::shudder:: ...then an endless corridor of pine trees in the blackness and, voila... Jackson. That was way back before Lucinda Williams made it cool to be from around there, I'm just tryna remember if we saw Charlie Daniels?

So, did you? See Charlie Daniels?

On New Year’s 2017, Steve made a reflective post about life, death, and recollection of people and times gone by, titled Let Death Be Your Adviser. Neither he nor we could know what lay ahead. It’s a post worth reading if you haven’t. Everything that is both OSalons is there: silliness, reflection, sentimentality, narrative, memoir, shared by people who were brought close with a keyboard and flyspecks on a glowing screen.

I will miss you Steve.

Comment by Steel Breeze on July 16, 2017 at 6:45am

he was the one of two who for some reason always called me  Mr Breeze,the other was Kim Gamble......coupla decent men....

Comment by Rosigami on July 16, 2017 at 7:42am

He paid attention. When he turned his attention to someone or something, he was there. I always appreciated his comments on my posts and looked forward to what he had to say, because he was usually sweet or funny or smart-ass or all three. The last thing he wrote to me was on a fb post of one of my recent paintings. You grab me, he said.
There is no finer compliment to an artist. He grabbed me, too. I'll miss his presence here in the world.

Comment by Jenny on July 16, 2017 at 5:38pm

Ohhh thank you for these. 

Steve was one of the few people I've met in life who had the ability to be fully present and in the moment. Although currently avoiding my reality so as to appear to be functional. Auto pilot all the way. 

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