Ici ont dit que les habitants de Manigod ne sont ni des hommes, ni des bêtes.
Un jour donc, Sunny viens dans les montagnes de Manigod, plein de neige, et il fait avec et pour mes filles un bonhomme de neige.
Et, juste en partant, il entoure le cou du bonhomme de de neige de son écharpe afin qu'il n'ai pas froid.
Sunny, avec ou sans musique est un bon-homme.
Amitié.
I was in the record store today and the owner said, hey your uncle was a master of Jazz drums. "Sorry about his passing. We have carried his records...." Amazing how news travels. Big ups#SunnyMurray
Stories told in the warmth of the sun, bellies aching from the laughter, as we watch the bees buzzing lazily - full from the grapevine’s nectar.
Tales of your travels and the music you made along the way, your legacy that will be missed moving forward from this given day.
This is what I remember most and brings forth tears - shining moments spent with you under the grapevine in my younger years.
Now leave behind your sorrows and embrace the bliss ahead, but never forget - as I won’t - the sweetness of our glorious grapevine just slightly overhead.
Written for our father, Sunny Murray.
Heard all about you growing up. I found books on you in our high school library. By the time I reached the industry I was brought to Philly to have a sit down and you gave direction for the birth of my son, be there you said. I arranged calls with your sister, my mom. She was the happiest. It was her final days, who knew. Then others sat me down to explain your legacy around the world. Surprised to see you at work in concert.I was truly embraced by so many as your nephew. We spoke often as I resided in Oklahoma. You wanted to find your Dad. Unc, my mom raised you a joker. Thanks for the laughs and drums in the basement in Philly.....In your last days, I have been so worried bout you. Now you got your white suit and drumming in heaven....Play on player..... Thirteen steps on glass.
Nephew----- Mike Pennington-Devine
