I remember starting my sophomore year at McGill University, and meeting with Ed Carroll who told me there was a killer bass trombonist joining the class. “No Nico, this guy is something else,” said Ed.  By way of coincidence, we were paired up in a dreadful brass quartet, and from the atrociousness, was born one of my most cherished friendships. I look back often, but seldom wish to vividly relive the past; my weekly conversations with Felix, powered by our mutual love for music, coffee, literature, and philosophy, are one of those exceptions. I cherished them so, that I wish I could relive them all.