Five years ago this week, Christopher Tucker passed away. I think about it a lot. It was a year I lost two other friends as well, and it doesn’t feel like it was that long ago.
Christopher and I met because my record label signed his band, The Situation, back in 2002 and we released an EP as well as full-length album. Somewhere in-between there was a trip to Philly where my husband and I got to meet his son, and a few trips to Cleveland and Detroit — where the band did some gigs. My last conversation with him was when he called me sounding lonely, and I was being curt and irritated with him (for both business and personal reasons). How he died was an awful freak incident that none of us could have imagined, and so of course I feel terrible that my last time talking with him was me being annoyed and trying to end that rambling phone call at every turn. All he really wanted was to know how my husband and I were doing. I know he’s in a fabulous place now, and he did visit me a couple times in dreams, but I still wish it hadn’t all gone down like it did.
He was a great song writer and lyricist.
Arty Farty 