As you may know, I was in a band for some time, until our keyboardist, Max, died in a car accident. 

This is from our memorial concert. Maxime was really productive, recording wise. He had his parts recorded for all of the band’s songs, so we figured we may as well play one last gig with him by blaring his carefully timed tracks out of his amplifier. 

It was surreal hearing him without him being there. It goes without saying that, even with his music there, our practices felt empty, the stage felt empty, and our songs felt empty.