This night...26 October 2006.....when we sat at the kitchen table and recorded this song, was there a little light shinning in through the window from that dark world outside? While the dogs and the cat slept...you and I did something creative....We put them to sleep I think, and maybe I began to wake up....somewhere in my soul.

Timothy, please remember me for these kinds of moments.... you are all I have to carry a little of me into tomorrow. What little there is worth carrying....just leave the garbage Timothy, and just take these moments eh...doing music on the kitchen table until 1 in the morning.....moments like flying over the snow capped vents of Mount Rainier or listening to the roar (the music) of the Fraser, at Hell's Gate... out of Boston Bar B.C......You sure have known a lot of hell in your life. But the hell down there was peaceful.....remember how you never wanted to leave.....nor did I. We should of never left... we could of lived on fish. Don't leave Timothy....and if you have to....stay honest with your heart so there's always a place in it to store up the good experiences in this life and the memories of the people who really cared. Those things matter. Those people matter. And home always matters.

Remember that line from Lovell in Apollo 13:

" I remember one night I was in a banchee in combat conditions so there are no running lights on the carrier. It was the Shangrila, we were in the Sea of Japan, and my radar had jammed and my homing signal was gone, because someone in Japan was actually using the same frequency. So it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. and I'm looking down at that big black ocean so I flip on my map light and suddenly everything zap! shorts out....in the cockpit. All my instruments are gone, all my lights are gone, I can't even tell what my altitude is. I know I am running out of fuel so I am thinking about ditching in the ocean, and I look down there.....and in the darkness.....there's this green trail, like a carpet laid out right beneath me... and it was the algae, that phosphorescent stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship...and it was just leading me home, and if my cockpit lights hadn't of shorted out there's no way I'd of been able to see that. So...you never know what events are going to transpire to help you...to lead you to home."

I listen to this drum part on this song and I can't believe it...you're incredible.....two fingers and you rival Ringo and Buddy Rich....You're just amazing Timothy. It's amazing to think just a few hours ago there were five people sitting around this table eating soup and now in the last few hours of the day you and I shared our souls here and produced a little time capsule of sound.... Soup, Souls, Your Heart, Music, and special times... those are the things that really matter in this life. Tonight, I regained a little of that conscienceness once again.....in a world that has recently been so dark for me... devoid of any soup, and hell bent on destroying what little I have left of my soul.....tonight we did some music in the darkness...and I saw and heard my heart again Tim. I heard it beating in your down beat, I saw it shining in the smile of my little boy, who loves making creative stuff from a life that can truly be non-creative.... Keep doing it Timothy, don't let me or anybody ever-ever stop you from creating art music, thoughts, at all hours...don't let them ever infringe on what your soul loves to do....it's who you are.

Thank you for being there tonight and especially over these last few months. You don't know how honoured I am in knowing that, at practically any hour of the day my son would sit down with me and put down a rythym track, and help me get back on track.. You know the rythym of life...Timothy, don't let anyone mess up your timing, because you're good enough to play with the best....the best...and that's what you are to me, the very best.

I Love You,

Your Dad.
5:19 AM
27 October 2006
©2006 by. Dr. M. Mustoe