Wednesday, November 14, 2007
If you never read Steve Gilliard
and wonder what it was about him that made so many of us who never met him or shared a meal or a beer with him love and respect him so deeply, well maybe if you think of Gilly as a composer...
The words were what he said, and the music was how he made us feel.
A brilliant, topical, brutally honest, by-the-sweat-of-his-brow artist who -- laboring right here on the dirty floor with the rest of us -- produced a genuinely astonishing and powerful body of work, which earned him a large and wildly diverse constellation of fanatically loyal readers.
Nobody did what he did how he did it. Or does.
Nobody comes close.
His words -- which he gave away for free -- are available in his archives for whoever wants to read them.
But the music?
The music sounded just