I was very surprised and pleased to see the headstone, (or footstone, as we reckoned it) when we were up there on Sat, and took a bit to brush the grass and stones from the recent pass of the groundskeeper's lawnmower when I arrived. I'd like to express my gratitude and thanks to Malcolm's family and anyone else who may have been involved in helping that to happen. It's a classy stone, I'd add a pic, but the one I took on my phone failed to save properly.
Although I recall initially feeling that "Malcolm's not there" and places of living memory would be my place to honour him and not his grave... I seem to wind up there often. I have a client nearby for whom I always arrive early out of traffic paranoia, so I grab a coffee and go visit with Malcolm for a while. Hopefully that's not as odd as it looks on the screen here...
The burst of your laugh, posing for a photograph looking Bond villain slick, with your Black Power(tm) afro pick, or your crisp leather boots or your Roman salutes, now you're gone from here, waving in my rear view mirror, now there's finally some grass grown, could that be your headstone?
Sticks striking skin as the set list begins, or the grin that you flashed right before the cymbal crash. Every note that we shared still spins round in the air. Though your time here is through, they all still sing of you. O'er the spot where you lay, prone, could that be your headstone?
What monument ever could embrace a tiny fraction of who you were in this place, etched in some cold marble face?
No, the earth has her part so let me carry in my heart as much of you as I can and pass it on again so that little you gave will ever see the grave. Viewed from whatever side, you were, most of all, alive. So much more than these still bones. Could that be your headstone?
(I wrote this song early this spring on a train from Stratford-Upon-Avon back to London, obviously thinking of Malcolm alot after a visit to the birthplace of Shakespeare. His family hadn't had a chance to get the stone up at that point, so he still didn't have one and that inspired the song. The sentiment still stands for me, though, despite the lovely one now in place, so I thought I'd post it anyway. )
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2008 10:26:05 GMT -5 by Colin H
I'm pleased to hear Malcolm has a headstone. I've thought of him often in the last or so, thinking he'd be keenly interested in things I've been involved with. I had considered going down to the port, but the thirteenth was filled with working a festival.
Is it a sign of aging that I've bore witness to more funerals than marriages or births in the last few years? It must be... there's been two of them in just the last couple of months.