This tribute has some special meaning to me. Hubie Crawford was someone I knew for a short time while in college. I met him when he was hanging out on the patio by the cafeteria grill. There were a group of us who met whoever happened to be there between classes. He was a very interesting older man, who had played with some of the greatest jazz and blues musicians. I wonder if C4c remembers him?
As it turns out, he died a little over two years ago from a possible reaction to a new blood pressure medication. That was sad news. Probably one of the nicest people I have run across in my life… and you know how I am… I talk to just about anyone. He was full of fascinating stories and had an outstanding music collection that he happily shared. If nothing else… and he was much more than this… he gave me a good education about music.
One day we were sitting at the table and everyone got up to leave for class but Hubie and me. We sat there quietly, just smoking our cigarettes. Time passed by… after a long stretch he looked at me and smiled. “You know when you are truly comfortable with someone when you can enjoy silence together.” He said. He was right too. I was very content just sitting there in his quiet company. Being silent is something that I do not do often enough. Ha. But I liked that so much that I have carried it with me all these years.
So, in the memory of a funny, talented, kind man. Mostly silence on Oodles of Funch today.
