The event looked alright, if not what we hoped for, from a financial standpoint. Although the weather kept a number of seats empty, I think the silent auction did alright. I got a couple closeup shots of Sean's famous goldtop - PM me if you want me to email them to you.
Artistically speaking, the show couldn't have been better. The room, the auditorium in Sean's high school, was terrific, and all the performers smoked it - the Soul Shakers, King Johnson, Felix and the Cats, the Wood Brothers, and Lurrie Bell. I hope Sean was listening in.
Sean's stepdad Glenn presented Sean's Hagstrom guitar and a scholarship fund to the school. He broke down and so did we. Sean's mother Debbie knocked it out of the park when she talked about Sean and his troubles, the need for research into the relation between bipolar disorder and creativity, and the good - and absolutely unique work - the Foundation is undertaking. If you are in a position to donate, want to purchase CDs, etc., or simply want to learn more about the cause, please, please visit the Fund's website at http://www.seancostellofund.org/.
Next day I went with Felix, Magic Fred, and Fatt Matt to pay respects at the gravesite, where a beautiful marker has been installed. And I have to stop typing because I am losing it again. Maybe more from me later.
What I didn't mention is that was wonderful to have so many of Sean's friends and collaborators in one spot paying tribute to him. There was an incredible amount of love in the air. Balancing that was the sadness that isn't going to diminish. And Paul Linden said something to the effect that, without Sean, the challenge he always brought to really kick things into creative overdrive is missing, and everyone has got to come up with a new way to find that spark.