I've had so many homes,
The balustrades point,
And I always obey,
And Discovery Bay
I've no way to know,
Lyric from Discovery Bay
Permission Kindly Granted
A Celebration of
Steve Paul Simms
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I first met Pat in 1987, at a backyard BBQ. He wore the same hat you see in the picture above. He introduced himself by asking me my age. I felt it was an odd topic of conversation, and would discover later that odd questions were part of Pat's quixotic charm. Our brief conversation ended as my three-year-old daughter clamored onto my lap to eat her hot dog.
Later in the day, Pat and I bumped into each other in the kitchen. We conducted an awkward conversation about a Toronto Star columnist whom he admired, and I did not. We were both intrigued by our differences.
Like shooting stars, conversations tracked across the evening. I wandered about, taking in the highlights, and enjoying the company. Someone had put an audiotape in the machine in the living room. I stopped moving, mesmerized. Conversations faded into the background. Who had created this music? It was Pat.
The BBQ stretched into the evening and through the night. As dawn rose and the sun caught the windows across the street, Pat and I sat, still talking. Our friendship and attachment began that morning and remained strong until Pat's untimely death in 1996.
As wonderful as Pat's music is, his personality is what I appreciate and remember most about him. As time passed, I discovered that Pat's quck wit, and sense of whimsy, delighted many people. He loved his friends, and was a keen observer of human foibles. His bright enthusiasm, and his spirit, remain an inspiration.
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