It seems like only yesterday that I met Sudsy Clark, and found a kindred spirit. His generosity to his fellow artists – he was creative in every possible way (I never checked on all of them, but it has GOT to be true) – was unfailing, as was his humour and joie de vivre. At least when other people were about. His quiet side was saved for home and family, I understand. After a short wicked bout with cancer, he died in June of this year, and left quite a few of us gobsmacked at the news. And regretting that we did not have the chance to see him that one last time.
I’ve been helping Susan prepare for Sudsy’s ‘wake’ – thanks to Sean and the Irish Heather, there will be a kegger at the Shebeen Club on Wednesday September 7, and the music and songs will be interspersed with great stories told and read by Sudsy’s friends. 8 pm to closing.
Send your stories if you have ’em and can’t be there in person. I’m compiling them all for tomorrow night, and maybe for posting later. So far 17 pages of tears and laughter, which I’ve pushed into Tagxedo to form a word cloud and see what comes up (run your mouse over for even more fun):
See the larger, livelier image on the Tagxedo site.
Oh, and my story? How Sudsy got his nickname. And it’s NOT what you think!
