I’ve been restraining myself to send my condolences—they always feel wider than me, especially as a 3rd party mourner. However, after reading Tim’s response to the tragedy and subsequent board of messages, I must send my reaction to this insanely bizarre and utterly sad event: Silkworm is a relationship for me and has been for a solid decade now. And if I met some scantily lad (or gal) in Brockport, NY or Issaquah, WA and the wind sifts the name of Silkworm, it wouldn’t be a “nice to meet you” notion, but rather “sit down, what do you drink!” moment. This is the connective string. I don’t have this relationship with the rest of what I listen and love. When the nights are long and if I’m with those that share this sentiment—a couple folks unquestionably dear to me—Silkworm typically ends the sun in the east. These are memories embedded and fond. Therefore, I must thank this relationship. I grieved with fire, a domestic and the catalogue complete: And my oh my, how “the worm” will never end! Selfishly, I must thank and grieve all in one space; humbly, I send my dearest condolences.