A good friend is gone to a better place

He was an excellent pianist, we played gigs at Ottawa U. Cafe Solstice bar, on Parliament Hill, in France we toured Paris, Rouen, Cany-Barville, etc. I in an orchestra he I believe in the jazzband perhaps. He was in love with a ballerina then and often mentioned her. I even caught him starring at the bed in one of the rooms at the end of the hall of mirrors at Versailles drooling for his chick lololol, I tapped his shoulder and we cracked up.

He set up gigs for my guitar playing, book singing music ambiance gigs, one at the archives of Canada, another in Hull, I was payed in bills and signed copies of the books on display, Les Editions Vermillion was one. We just had a lot of fun. Then we shared a loft in Chinatown here, he a security guard, I worked at a Bingohall and was a Janitor for my father after my shift, THEN>>> We worked at a call center doing in calls for focus groups. We kept the $ rollin’. Earlier, after high-school he hit Europe again and was a pianist at an artsy bar, babysitter to some kids, and had a nice girl too, then>>> out of cash, he booked the street in Paris. But after knocking at the priest’s door of the Montmartre Sacre Coeur Basilica he was decisively given a job as a security guard AT this exceptional wonder of…..well….John Wick 4? Then, back to Canada, where we hooked up as buds again.

Anyways, this bio doesn’t do him justice. But it’s a start. He was a REALLY good friend!!

—Jean Phillippe Denault—

Rest in Peace Buddy.

Nico