My father died on May 28, 1997, the day before my mother’s 75th birthday.
It was heartbreakingly unexpected. A month or so after he died I made a decision
to make him the focus of my work for one year. At the end of the year I had
created a musical memoir entitled Season of the Heart that explored the spring
of 1997. A year to the day after he died I performed the 40 new songs for
the first time in my mother’s living room in front of a lifetime
of friends. The next week I performed the memoir four different days in Seattle
at the Richard Hugo House. When it was over I knew it was time to move on.
It was what my father would have wanted.