Monday, September 5, 2011

Sad news about Barry Craig (A Produce)

Barry Craig, also known to the ambient world as A Produce, died this weekend after a short illness. He made music for a long time, releasing it first on his own Trance Port label and then on the Hypnos label. He was a truly nice guy and a great musician. I never knew him personally, but corresponded with him a little bit through the years. If you want to find out more about his passing and his music, go to the Hypnos Forum here:

One of the things I knew about him is that he was a big fan of Jackson Browne, as I am. I thought of this song of Jackson's, and it makes sense to post it here, in remembrance of Barry. RIP, Barry.

For A Dancer

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down

I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must've always thought you'd be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening

I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human race
And let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know will be coming down

Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily, it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive but you'll never know

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