“There’s nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.”
– Carson McCullers
I found that quotation on the Facebook page of Dan Griffin, who passed away last week after a long illness, leaving so much unfinished. And, yes, he’s in a number of my old address books, too.
He was living in the Bronx at the time of his death, and his stint in Albany was just one stop along his much traveled road, but he made his time here in town count, making a big, lasting, behind-the-scenes impression on the Local 518 music scene.
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