REST IN POWER, DAVID LAFLAMME

Rest in Power, David LaFlamme, 

it’s a beautiful day in the West..

The white bird is flying free

to the edges of all the small circles 

in the universe, uncaged,

while the aspen leaves fall 

and the violin gently weeps. 

It is all part of the pantomime.

8/8/23

PD obit

Apparently, the New York Times of it was a little more in depth. Judith Gips reported.: “ Piquant family and early history from the NYT obituary for David LaFlamme:  I somehow like his father being a stunt performer who became a copper miner. "...born on May 4, 1941, in New Britain, Conn., the first of six children of Adelard and Norma (Winther) LaFlamme. He spent his early years in Los Angeles, where his father was a Hollywood stunt double, before settling in Salt Lake City, where his father became a copper miner."

David was about 5 when he got his first violin, a hand-me-down from an aunt.

“I began fooling around with it on my own and taught myself to play ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,’” he said in a 1998 interview. Formal training followed.”

David LaFlamme's hands

It's a Beautiful Day musician David LaFlamme was living on the Russian River during the early 1980s, and to make ends meet, he worked at the Flying A gas station next to the River Theater. Yup, he pumped gas into my blue VW Bug—with those delicate violinist's hands worth their weight in gold. His eyes held the edges of the void within their dark depths. All I could do was weep. His hands, his beautiful hands, so like doves.