These last few months have been very difficult. I'm still working through my grief after losing my friend Andy Fish over the weekend.
Andy was like the older brother I would have wanted. I didn't have an older brother because I WAS the older brother. But I would have wanted him to be just like Andy.
Andy had also helped me through by own grief back in 2005 and 2006. In the stretch of a year I lost both my Grandparents. Andy knew them as well and had a great deal of fondness for both of them.
He especially had a great deal of respect and admiration for my grandfather. That and my Grandfather was just a very easy person to like. He had a very kind soft spoken nature and made everyone he talked to feel like the most important person in the room.
My grandfather's death hit me the hardest. I had been very close to him. Andy knew how much it affected me and we talked about it quite a bit.
Andy at one point said, "Your Grandfather seemed like the type of person that would have lived forever" and honestly I couldn't have agreed with that statement more.
And I feel like that statement applies to Andy as well.
If he was short with you, it meant he liked you. He was the type of person who couldn't be bothered with someone he didn't like. And if he was giving you a "older brother" type of talking to, it came from a place of experience and he was hoping to steer you on the right path from his own experiences.
Andy also taught me not to be jealous of anyone else's successes. And to be honest, THAT'S the best outlook to have. Its a pointless and destructive to be hateful and bitter. It's all too easy to look at someone else's success and fall into that trap of constantly saying "Why did they get all the luck"?
Well, that person you're accusing of having nothing but "lucky breaks"might've worked their collective tails off to get where they are. You don't know their story. And being in the right place at the right time isn't a bad thing.
Thats why us creative types do all these shows. You could do 86 of em where you're basically the invisible man and make enough for gas money.
Heck, I did a show where what little I made went into lodging and I barely had enough for gas money. I did another where I barely broke even and then almost broke my neck driving 16 hours straight. By the way, never drive 16 hours straight. It's just as dangerous as driving intoxicated. Maybe worse.
But then there's that one show where you meet that one right person (or persons) who likes your work. And the next thing you know you're working on that dream project. Or string of projects.
That's the outlook Andy Fish imparted on me. You need to work hard to get where you want go. Sitting around and complaining about how everyone gets all the breaks won't do anything. You've got to get out there and make your own luck.
I have always been proud of both Andy and Veronica's success because I know how hard they've worked to achieve it. And in return they've always been kind and encouraging to me.
I have been very moved by the outpouring of love towards Andy I've seen over the past few days since he left us. It speaks volumes to the type of person he was and the lives he's touched just by being a decent human being.
Andy lives on through his wife Veronica (who was the best person to be with him), his three sons (all great people who made Andy proud) and all the family and friends who were blessed to know.
It's going to take some time to process my grief. Something I feel like I've never been good at. But it definitely would have been a much sadder world if I never met Andy Fish at all.











