4 Years After (my) Petrucciani

Four years ago, Petrucciani sealed a beautiful yet painful relationship between two people who could’ve moved mountains if only they wanted to. But they didn’t. With a gun barrel between his teeth he only spoke in vowels. That’s all I remember. Drowned in his own stupidity he continues to ruin his life with a fake smile on his face. Desperately trying to be happy. Just being a copy of a copy. Of a copy. Never really alive, never really dead [...] I guess he never got it. Good bye, Bob!

(Michel Petrucciani’s last concert was in Bucharest, december 1998, just one week before he passed away)