I have often referred to my old pal Mr. M in stuff like the principia. His sister confirms news that he has died. Mark was a bandmate and best man at my wedding. He was institutionalized as a paranoid schizophrenic but was cut loose by state budget cuts. Mark lived on the streets of Royal Oak and Farmington Hills for over thirty years. He was found on a park bench. He had a ruptured intestine.
I cannot imagine thirty years with no residence or plan or family. He missed the entire history of the internet. He was a difficult sod with a fabulous sense of melody. Here, in an short edit of a 41 y/o live recording, he tears through a popular cover tune from the seventies. RIP
A talented musician trapped in a troubled mind. That is an unfortunate end but at least the suffering is over. My uncle died on Thursday. It’s a terrible time of year to lose a loved one. Sorry for your loss.
Thanks to YouTube one may experience schizophrenia as produced by schizophrenics. Search for schizophrenia simulation and prepare to be horrified. Your friend may have suffered for quite a while.
Definitely a sad story my friend. I am constantly grateful for access to mental health services through our NHS, without which I’m sure many folk would be left to suffer too.
Was the lead break he performed Hocus Pocus by Focus?
My condolences, Nhoj.
My thanks. The strange thing was how miserable and cranky he was when expected to live like the rest of us. He got a couple of generous rehabilitations but he would leave it behind and return to homelessness. He was content and thrived on the street. He put on weight. He seemed to have found the selfless mindfulness that many healthy folks seek through meditation.
Mr. M plays the lead and the rarely heard correct chords that we code-named Mucus Pukus by Dufus.
...Mr. M plays the lead and the rarely heard correct chords that we code-named Mucus Pukus by Dufus.
I thought I recognised it… I’m feeling very old now.
From the darkness of winter to the steps of our spring
We watch the world splinter and can’t find a thing
What can be done when the leaders are vague?
And where will we run when evading the plague?
With so many needy it’s just hard to say
To the selfish and greedy who stand in the way
You need not apply if you can’t lend a hand
And there’s no need to lie when you don’t understand
To bring insult to injure is to spit on the dead
Til the ail and the ginger kill the insult instead
The bridges you burn only makes you more prone
And the tables will turn so come down off yer throne
They won’t keep a pace that shows signs they can care
And they don’t have a face for the masks that they wear
The infection will grow as it spreads like a sheet
Coz a virus won’t know it has corners to meet
Distractions are dirty and divided we fall
And to look at the birdie takes yer eye off the ball
Know when to wait and try to relax
Don’t take the bait and it stops in its tracks
From the cold lonely night to the long winter ride
Showing up to the fight puts the spring in our stride
The strange times we’ve known often changes to taste
And the answers are shown in the seasons we waste.