[click pic to embiggen] During the Ida/Beekeeper photo session for our split single, we entertained each other by one of us doing a ridiculously lame magic trick, and the other responding with unrealistic glee. As you can see, Dan got Jan falling-apart laughing. (Getting Jan to laugh that hard was such a joyful prize!) (L to R: Matthew, Liz, Jan, Dan)
Video by Chris Rael documenting the 2013 Jan celebration.
Jan, 1990. I remember seeing him being transported through drumming. Tried to capture it in the photo. ~Sue
In the early ’90’s Jan met me in Buffalo, somehow I don’t remember the details. This was a typical Jan pose. I’d love to open it up to “name that photo”–things like “Triumph and Fortitude” or “Buffalo Glory” come to mind. He definitely had SOMEthing in mind whenever he’d readily jump into position for a pose for a picture. This is one of my favorites from the trip. I love you and miss you Jan! ~Sue H.
Have thought about Jan frequently this year, as always. He’s in our DNA at this point.
This year I wrote an essay about Jan’s music life in New York before moving to Prague, and how his musical experiences may have helped shape his perspective as an artist. This was for the catalog for his art retrospective at DOX Gallery in Prague. Initially I didn’t understand the intellectual seriousness of my assignment; I pictured a bunch of Bohos doing something DIY, like we would have done in the old East Village or Dumbo when they were beautifully barren. So I wrote a very casual, personal essay. Then the gallery came back and said (politely) “No, we want something more substantial” and asked specific questions. I was happy to do it and like what they eventually published in the catalog. (It mentions the musician friends who see this blog, by the way.) But I also liked the shorter, sweeter draft 1, which I share with you here:
Love to family & friends of Jan on his birthday. He’s still giving to us by keeping us together. Chris R
I remember one time when Jan, my brother, and I were rehearsing in my brother’s basement space in Chinatown, Jan got this faraway look in his eye. After awhile, he said, “You know what would be great? What if instead of cops having to go door to door to find criminals, what if they had this giant tractor with huge blades mounted on the front that cut right through walls of buildings? That way, they could just cut their way in and find the criminals sitting there in their living rooms.”