Tears are rolling down my face.
It's 10:37 in the morning and I'm drinking a glass of red wine.
My beloved David Olney is gone.
I'm trying SO fucking hard to stay upright these days, but this is hard. Very fucking hard.
Ernie broke the news to me, standing at the foot of the bed early this morning, his voice breaking. I just kept saying no. "No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. NO."
He was playing a show in the round at 30A with Amy Rigby and Scott Miller. This is what Amy posted:
David Olney, a beautiful man, a legend, a songwriting poet died last night. I was sitting next to him in the round, had been so honored and looking forward to getting to trade songs with him and Scott Miller. Olney was in the middle of his third song when he stopped, apologized and shut his eyes. He was very still, sitting upright with his guitar on, wearing the coolest hat and a beautiful rust suede jacket we laughed about because it was raining like hell outside the boathouse where we were playing- I just want the picture to be as graceful and dignified as it was, because it at first looked like he was just taking a moment. Scott Miller had the presence of mind to say we needed to revive him. Doctors in the audience and 30A folks were all working so hard to get him to come to. It's hard to post about this because I can't really believe he's gone. I am so sorry for his wife and family and friends and all the people who loved him and his music. Even those who never heard of him. We all lost someone important last night.
I feel shocked and numb and heartbroken all at the same time. He was very special to me. He was an incredible artist, but he was also our friend.
I loved him dearly.
My heart breaks for his wife, children, and all those that worked with him and loved him.
I'm still trying to stay upright, but I'm not so sure.