We hear that about many but I’ll bet on Will for that gold star any day, and so would all his friends. Those stories also solidified what everyone who knew him knew, that he was one of the kindest, most loving, generous souls who ever walked this earth. So that day was one side of Will, but the next day painted a more complete picture of the creative deep well that he was, as brought out by stories told by his friends. I picked up a bitchin’ fancy cowboy shirt, and would have liked half a dozen more. Most of it was show biz oriented, and some of it went up for sale the first day. But Will’s interests and knowledge were so wide-ranging that he did accumulate a lot, and a lot of it was quite valuable, even museum quality. Now, when I say that, I don’t mean he was a hoarder, by the usual definition. That much space was barely enough, for all the people, and for all of Will’s… stuff. It was held in the expansive outdoor-indoor space of the home of Jan Goodman and Jerry Manpearl, longtime close friends of Will and his bride and longtime significant other, Nancy Niparko. I think anyone who was there (so many) will never forget it.Įqually unforgettable was the celebration of life six weeks ago for my dear friend of many years, another longtime Santa Monica resident, the irrepressible, irreplaceable, unique character that was Will Ryan. Last Thursday I acknowledged some parts – impossible to really capture it – of the memorial at the end of the Pier for Scott Ferguson, a man whose life was dedicated to so many endeavors in music.
Time, I guess, to write about another amazing memorial service for a music friend of mine.
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