Like most of you, my participation on this mailing list (well, all
mailing lists, really) nosedived as I got older, after multiple changes
in geography, life priorities, family, and the oddities of growing up.
Something happened in the mid to late 90's that shaped how I appreciate
music - both as a listener and creator. That was sitting on a sticky
floor with a few other people watching this band play music that seemed
made just for me. And though we shared minimal conversational
encounters, Alan, Mimi (and Zak!) felt like old friends.
I have a box of Low memories. Each item has a story... a memory that
still makes me smile (or wince!).
Us fans are mourning the loss of someone who impacted us in small yet
profound ways. The family and friends of Mimi are mourning a beautiful
person who's absence will haunt them every day going forward. Through
tears, smiles, short and heavy breaths - the pain is something they can
hold - whereas our pain is just something we can see. But it is pain
nonetheless.
We here found each other on purpose and by accident. For decades, we
sought out others who experienced the same feelings we did about this
band. Before social media, there was this mailing list. And we planned
meetups before shows wherever/whenever we found a complementary soul here.
I don't know you all, but I love you all. Thanks to you and to Low (the
members and orbital beings throughout their history!) for giving the
larger part of my own life a soundtrack.
Randy (the other one)