Friday, July 09, 2010

still you live on

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Happy Birthday Mark! ( belated )

Singa & Snare

Still missing you!

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

From Jennifer (aka Jenny) Loudermilk Snyder

I lost contact with Mark many many years ago. As a matter of fact, I haven't seen him since June 1983, when we went on to junior high school. He was my first real crush and was always a sweet sweet guy {even at the ripe old age of 12} I am so pleased to know that he went on to live his dream of being a professional drummer. I am also deeply saddened to hear of his passing. Although I never moved far from our old hometown, life has a way of getting away. Please accept my deepest condolences at his loss, (also please extend them to his family) I know that if he continued to be the fine human being he was becoming at such a young age, that the world is definately losing out.

I remember fondly the first band he started at Saybrook School.... "WARLORDS" They even had a concert, it was Mark, Larry Wall and Alan Gustafson. They were quite "HOT" If we'd only known then, what heights he would reach. He was truly gifted.

Again, I apologize for my ignorance in not knowing more of his life, but even so, I was shocked and saddened to hear of his passing.

With deepest sympathy

Jennifer (aka Jenny) Loudermilk Snyder

PS This is a wonderful thing that you have done for everyone.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Message and Poems from Claudia

Claudia sent me this message last week just after Mark's birthday and she wanted me to post this for today - one year after Mark passed on.

Hello, Aaron: I was drawn to the blogspot last evening, and thrilled with the "Happy Birthday" entry. How ironic that the first year
comes to a conclusion with Mark's birthday on Palm Sunday, and the date marking his death on Easter. It is ponderous to
to consider that we are remembering the last week of Mark's life during the same span of time honoring the struggle of the First Son.

Bruce and I plan to mark next Sunday with a hike to the national forest to lay a heartstone at the cowboy's prayer tree. It is a
sequestered spot with a beautiful view of the area. We will follow that with a balloon release from our deck. Kristen will release
a balloon in Denver simulatneously, we hope. Perhaps some of you would like to do the same, lifting up his memory in that way.

I would like to post two of the poems from my collection "Writing Towards Equilibrium: A Mother's Journey" to acknowledge the healing process. Again, thanks to all for remembering Mark's birthday.

[These poems were inspired by the many days that Claudia spent in her workroom sorting and organizing artifacts so that Brody might know his uncle. A process she dreaded at first was actually very beneficial.]


Opening the box

marked “memorabilia”
I hesitated,
knowing that your childhood
would be revealed before me.
On top,
and covering all
as it had been
for the first wondrous years of your life,
was “blanky”
tucked gently down at the corners
concealing the pearlized satin binding
frayed from the rubbing of your tiny fingers
from the sucking of your perfect lips.
I lifted it gently
found a corner
and held it to my cheek
a connection, perhaps,
a warmth,
Yet even as I opened and held
the blanket, full length,
against my heart,
it had no warmth
no precious baby smell.
Of course.
It was never my comforter.

Laying it aside
I lifted and admired
piece after piece
of the completed puzzle
you became.

Still Life

Painful at first
this task of
that captured moments
of a too-short life.
Yet as each multi-colored
square and rectangle
took its place
on pages of the albums


the river

recording equipment

the river


the river

you lived
once again
to show me
to teach me
to help me understand
most important of all,
to make me laugh.

~ Mom

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Happy Birthday, Mark

Wish you were here.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

the fall, the soul cages and the water

This time of year makes me think of Mark.

One fall weekend in college, we went to his parents' house in Ashtabula for a visit. We spent some time watching the waters of Lake Erie crash and spill over the breakwall at some spot he used to visit when he lived there, listening to Sting's "The Soul Cages" cd. We joked around plenty that weekend, but talked about some deep stuff, too. It was a very memorable trip for me, for some reason. I suppose it was talking with Mark about big stuff that affected me, and still does today. I never made it to his parents' cabin on the Goulais - always something that seemed to get in the way of making the trip. But that time with him in Ashtabula made me see how connected he was to the water and to the outdoors.

Sounds kind of silly to read that - "connected to the water." But it doesn't seem silly in my memory. Mark always seemed to be hiding and guarding a lot more in his soul than he communicated. Just like the water hides more than is visible from the surface. And every now & then, you get a glimpse of the complexities that lie beneath the icy grey waves.

I miss Mark. But the crisp, cold air in October helps me remember what lay beneath the surface near that breakwall along Lake Erie. If you think of it this fall, listen to that cd of Sting's. Maybe it will make you think of Mark, too.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Mark's Gifting Day

Mark's family recently said good-bye to him as they spread his ashes in the Goulais River. Claudia was thoughtful and considerate enough to share that day with us by providing photos and the poem she wrote for the occasion..

Body and Soul

Tumbling, playful waters
that were central to his life,
take our son, our brother
on a final journey.
Wrap him in the clarity he sought,
enfold him in the joyous promise
of union with deeper water
that will touch shores
distant beyond all imagining,
embrace them,
then move on,
marking the rhythm
of life
the ebb and flow
and of love
the presence and absence
of loved ones’
eternal traces.
Claudia Greenwood


Sunrise on Gifting Day

The rapids south of Whitman dam on the Goulais River.

The gifting pool, start of the journey.

As the crow flies, the Goulais Bay is about 30 miles from here. The river twists and turns into a much longer journey.

Leaving the rapids, entering the calm, peaceful water of the Goulais.

Letting go...

Footprint of time.

View of Goulais Bay, Isle Parisienne, and Lake Superior from the top of Bellevue Mountain, downriver from Whitman Dam.

Best friends. Mom, Dad, and Glynn


Next generation river runner, Brody.

Quiet at the end of the day. Bruce with Chi and Isabel. [Note the tiny jeans drying on the line. Brody just had to sit in the river at the rapids.]

Friday, August 04, 2006

Mark Greenwood Memorial Concert DVD is now available

I've put together a DVD of the memorial concert. If anyone is interested in a copy, please email me at The charge is $10 (to cover the cost of materials). Thanks again to everyone who made the concert great.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

More Photos, Thanks & Thoughts

Hotel lobby in Koh Samui, Thailand

Mark Greenwood was one of the most sensitive and caring musicians I've ever had the honor of sharing music with. So many others have said such beautiful things about him here and at the memorial, I can only add that from the first time I heard his playing, I thought he was unique. He played with such energy! Later when I got to know him better as a musician I KNEW he was special. He was a brilliant producer, a great song writer ( he would often complete my thoughts! ), a great drummer ( one of only a handful of drummers that could play ANY style ) with a wonderful and slightly twisted musical sense of humor, a great engineer and of course, you all know - a great person. I had so many wonderful times in his company!

I wish a huge thanks to everyone that gave their time and efforts to the memorial and thanks to all that attended. It really was beautiful.

I have a small web gallery of scanned photos ( some from Tim Perdue, Rae Gandolf and Alicia )

Mark Greenwood Photo Gallery

If you have photos that you would like to add, feel free to contact me.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

The Pocket

In the short time I got to be in a band with Mark (HEFFY with Rob Maccabe and Ben Backert) he really taught me a lot about playing in the pocket and taking it easy.

I have to admit that Mark was kind of an intimidating dude, when I very first met him. I went to like, 4 rehearsals before he ever said anything to me at all... and were the rhythm section - no talking. Dang!

But then one day, we were sitting outside the rehearsal space and he just started talking to me about music... asking me questions about what I liked etc, and gave me a couple of really nice compliments on my playing and a few pointers too. I never forgot them. And after a couple of more months or so of playing with Mark, I feel like something changed for me as a musician. My approach changed, for the better, thanks to him. He gave me a great book once called "Jazz Anecdotes", that I have to this day, and still browse thru often. I think about him when I read it.

Mark was a super-cool, creative and sensitive guy. I really admired him a lot, and will miss that dry sense of humor, crooked smile and unique personality.

-Jay Donovan

Monday, June 05, 2006

Dogrocket video

This is a music video that Mark and Faith participated in (around '95, I think). I'm posting it without permission of the copyright owner, but I don't think they would mind. Hope you enjoy.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

More Mark Movie Magic

Mark was a fan of Steve Martin, and often imitated him with lines from his movies. I thought it would be fun to replace Steve Martin with Mark in some of these films and see how he'd measure up. But just like in real life, the end result is even better with some help from his friends...

Monday, May 29, 2006

About a month ago, I dug through my very disorganized photo boxes to see if I could recover any images of Mark. Even in college I must have been "behind the technology wave" and without a decent camera to take candids, because all pictures I found including Mark were taken "professionally"...Aaron helped scan them so I could post them below! [We were discussing at the Molnar's recent cookout, who Mark would have attended the Chi Pledge Party with...we think it was a basketball player named Myrna (she's the one on the far right in the 2nd group shot), but we're not positive...] It seems we were all a bit younger-looking and possessed much more hair back then (even my husband, Frank, who didn't have a lot to begin with)!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

More from the Cabin

These are from the summer after Mark's (and my) freshman year of college when he gathered up some newer friends and older friends for a Canada trip. It's me, Mark, and Carl. Did I see Carl at the memorial? I thought maybe I did but I wasn't sure and got distracted before I could find out.

And this is me and Mark messing around with his keyboard and portable multi-track recorder. For some reason we were trying to get a good recording of us whistling the theme to The Andy Grifith Show with the two part harmony.

Carl and his girlfriend Sharon road up with Mark, me and my now wife Teresa in the Greenwood's blue van. Later, Beth Winters (now Stewart) and her boyfriend at the time showed up as did Mark King.

There was a lot of ski footage taken by me with Mark's camera as one of the Marks drove the boat. Some great shots of Mark (and Mark King) slolam skiing in front of the Goulais pine backdrop. Sadly, it looks like no such videos exist anymore. I also remember some footage of me doing one severe nose dive after another on a knee board trying to jump the wake. Never did get it. Mark made that look very easy. It was not.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

A Few More Photos

Here are a few more photos I came across - the first three are from Thailand, and the fourth is from a 1998 HW&M trip to Chicago...

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Three Amigos


Post-Memorial Thoughts

Though thanks have already been given by several individuals in regards to the memorial concert, I want to extend my gratitude also. I thought that the slide presentations would be the catalyst for shedding tears, but for me, it was the music and Claudia's and Ben's speeches...I have sincerely missed seeing all of you Cap musicians play live and I am astounded by how much emotion and musicality was present after limited rehearsals. You are all so talented! Thank you for sharing your gifts with all of us!

Thank you also to Claudia and Kristen for attending the event. I could never guess how therapuetic it would be for me to hug you, talk to you about Mark, and gain insight about where you are in your greiving process. It would have been so easy for you to isolate yourselves from Mark's past and instead you showed great courage by allowing yourselves to grieve with all of us. I hope you both found some comfort and peace seeing how many of us cared about Mark...

One last thing - if anyone has the lyrics to the pop songs that Mark wrote and which were played at the concert, would you please post them on the blog? I loved the Tin Can Suzie song that was a part of Rae's presentation and because I couldn't hear all the words to Promises and Whispers, I'd like to see those lyrics too.

Great effort by all involved - loved reuniting with you all. Hope we can gain some sense of closure now while still examining how this has affected our lives...

The Crown Dynasty

Soon after graduation from Capital, Mark and I played in a surprisingly great production of Ain't Misbehavin in North Carolina. I was contacted first and was asked to bring a long a trombone player so Brian Banyon went down with me. The guy who was directing the show also provided the singer/dancers for some cruise ships. He was happy with Brian and I and the show's drummer was not cutting it. So, I called Mark and he drove all the way down with his drums from Ohio in his Blazer.

The show went well and the guy was pleased that I had brought along such great musicians so they trusted me to put together a band for a cruise ship. The Filipino band that played regularly needed a vacation. Anyway, here are some photos and memories from the ship.

The first picture is one of us in our tiny space where we played for dance sets and twice every night for the singer/dancer performances. We also played for any special guest performers and official party games the cruise director scheduled. You can just see Mark's head back at the drum set.

It was during this time that Mark started to experience some serious health problems. There were at least a couple weeks where he would barely get out of bed and times when he couldn't play. The ship physician could find nothing wrong. Later I think there was some speculation by other doctors that he had a parasite from the trip. I now wonder if this was the case and how that may have eventually triggered other problems with his condition.

Here's Mark standing in the doorway to our very, very tiny cabin.

The next two are from one of the times when we stopped in Costa Rica. Randy Wanless, the guy with the injured leg, spoke a decent amount of Spanish and worked out a deal with a cab river to take us around for the day. Here we stopped for a photo. The second shot is when we took a dip in a swimming hole. Unfortunately Mark's head is blocked by a leaf but you can see him giving a peace sign.

Next is most of the band on the upper deck where we often lounged around in the sun when we weren't performing or rehearsing. This was a great shot was taken by Randy.

Finally, here we are at a beach in Acapulco where we were pressured by some locals to buy hammocks. You can see me in the silly hat and Mark looking at the rainbow colored one that they're spreading out. That's the one he bought.

Across from that beach location was a fresh water lake where we could jet-ski and water-ski - although I don't think anyone water-skied for some reason. Probably too expensive. We also had some great authentic Mexican food over there.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Memorial Concert Follow-Up

My head is still reeling too much from yesterday's concert to write about it yet. It seems like a dream - both because the event came together so much better than I ever imagined, and because I still can't believe Mark is gone - but there are two items of business that I wanted to take care of right away.

First, is to thank again everyone who came together to make this happen, especially Jenn Kern and her parents. As I was driving back from Deer Creek Sunday morning, heading straight for the Columbus Music Hall with a mini-van filled to the brim with kids & dirty laundry, I thought of a million things that likely needed to be done before the concert. When I got to the Music Hall, Jenn - who cancelled her students' piano recital and drove up from NC for this event - and her parents already had the chairs set up, the coffee made, and were pulling together a shopping list for a last-minute run to the store. I hadn't seen Jenn in 13 years, and yet the moment I walked in the door, I could tell she had not only read my mind, but thought of a million other things that she had already taken care of. Dana Maccabee also took on a lion's share of the set-up and clean-up (the whole while looking absolutely fabulous, I must say!)

Second, someone asked that I post the lyrics to the song I wrote. Using the magic of the Internet, below are the lyrics, with hyperlinks to some other information that may help illustrate the process of how this piece of music came to be:

Closer to Believing

When some people walk along beside you, so sure of their way, you're touched by their presence.

And others may cross paths with yours as you wander through the mire, compelled by uncertainty and desire.

I can't define the imprint you left behind, I can only think about the meaning that you're life had in mine

And I'm a little bit closer to you
And you're a little bit closer to me
And we're a little bit closer to believing in love.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams, in death's dream kingdom these do not appear.
There, the eyes are sunlight on a broken column.
There, is a tree singing, and voices are in the wind's singing, more distant and more solemn than a fading star.

Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Falls the shadow

Between the conception and creation
Between the emotion and the response
Falls the shadow

Between the desire and the spasm
Between the potency and the existence
Between the essence and the descent
Falls the shadow

For thine is
For life is
For thine is the kingdom

For thine is
For life is
For time is a river, and life is very long.

The Tribute Concert

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who worked so hard to put together the concert in memory of Mark yesterday. The DVD presentations were terrific, the music hopping (I didn't get it either, Claudia, heehee), and the company wonderful. Some fellow Cap grads I hadn't seen since I graduated in 1990, and although we've all gotten older and grown (some of us in more ways than one, wink), it sure did my heart good to reconnect, and I could have imagined Mark walking through the door to join in.

But I have to say, how many pictures of Mark made me think of him as someone who lived life to the fullest. I bet he packed more living into 35 years than I will have into however many I make it to... So many pics gave us a chuckle. Wow, the Thailand pics in the waterfall just look amazing to me...

Finally - Tiffany - your song was what Got Me. It was beautiful way to remember Mark and, for me, the highlight of the afternoon.

(Then there was watching my daughter and your son play together.) :)

My best to all,

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Korp Kun Krap

Ah, yes, Thailand. A lot of memories have been popping up recently from that trip - I'll try to share a few as I remember them. First, Jim mentioned the Singha drum. For those of you who have no idea what this is about, For a long time, Mark's bass drum said "Singha" across the front - cleverly rearranged letters from the "Slingerland" logo, I think. Singha is the name of the biggest (maybe the only) Thai brewery, and the most popular beer in Thailand - we drank a lot of it on that trip. (Oddly enough, the second most popular is the Danish beer Carlsberg, only because they happen to have a brewery there). So, for many years after, the Singha drum served as a great reminder of that trip. I actually found some Singha beer here once, but it just doesn't taste the same unless you're sitting on a tropical beach drinking it. Nevertheless, maybe we should track some down and have one more for Mark.

Aaron's mention of the boat trip is another good story. While we were in Phuket, all the bands got a free tour of Phang Na Bay on a couple of authentic (but updated, fortunately) Chinese junks. This is the place where all of the strange-looking rock islands just seem to stick straight up randomly out of the water. (These are the islands seen in "The Man With the Golden Gun" and "The Beach", to give you an idea). There were two boats, and when we arrived, almost all of the other musicians quickly got onto the other boat because they thought we were too weird and wanted to keep their distance. And yes, it was so hot that several of the guys decided to take a swim after lunch, despite the warnings that there may have been jellyfish lurking about in the water.

There are a lot of other memories from that trip. The seemingly endless flights over the Pacific and back. The airport at Samui, which was basically a collection of buildings with thatched roofs and no walls. Steve's bass being carted overland in a truck because it wouldn't fit onto the small Thai "commuter" planes. The first concert that ran so far behind schedule we didn't play until something like 2:00AM. Mark braving a very unsafe-looking bungee-slingshot ride in Phuket. The Songkran festival in Hat Yai, where basically everyone takes the day off and rides around in the streets throwing water at each other. The surreal 12-hour layover in Seoul on the return trip (enough for another story in itself).

What a trip! There were a lot of good times in those couple of weeks, and I'm glad Mark and I and everyone else had the chance to share them. Oh, and by the way, "korp kun krap" is Thai for "thank you". Thanks, Mark!

More from Thailand

Here are some more pictures from Thailand. For those who don't know, we were playing with Honk, Wail & Moan in a three week jazz festival in honor of the king of Thailand who apparently loves jazz. Rudely, however, he never showed up. I know there must be a lot more pictures out there from this trip so I look forward to seeing some from some other guys. Thanks to Tim for sharing so far!

The first photos are from when Mark, Dick, John, and I rented some mopeds on the island of Koh Samui. You can see them standing in the some shallow water where we stopped to "cool off". That turned out to be a joke since the water was like very warm bath water. I have never been as hot as I was (temperature hot) on that island. Even when we were riding around on the mopeds creating a good, steady breeze it felt like my forearms were on fire from the sun beating down on them. Another time I was walking down the main road and found my self walking faster in between the tiny amounts of shade from various little storefronts like you might otherwise do to get relief from a downpour.

Another very hot experience was in Phuket (the second stop on our tour) where Mark and I were determined to take advantage of our time and experience all that we could in spite of the brutal heat (this was the off season when most tourists would stay away). We took a hike up some little mountain that we'd read about in a pamphlet or something. Man, by the time we got to the top, I was feeling signs of heat exhaustion and the water we carried with us tasted like somebody warmed it up on the stove. What saved us was the cold waterfall at the top that we let pour over us to cool off. Before that, I'm convinced that at least my body temperature was at a dangerous level.

I'm the photographer in my family so there aren't many pictures of me cause I'm always behind the camera. Still, I like to think that I'm actually in every shot sharing my perspective with the viewer. So, here's a picture of me that I like because Mark took it and I can imagine that moment through his eyes. I was holding one of the sea slug things that we'd seen in the water all over the place and he dared me to pick it up.

Finaly, here are some various other pics - one from a boatride we took as a band. Maybe someone else can tell that story.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Today It's Real.

First, thanks to everyone who has contributed to this memorial. I come here ever day to read the posts and comments. It really helps.
The toughest thing about Mark's death has been accepting the reality of it. I haven't had direct contact with him since he moved west, so it's hard to believe he's not still out there somewhere. For years, I've had it in the back of my mind that one day he would just fall by a Honk gig at Dick's and tear us all a new one. "Hey Mark, Great to see you again!" You know? He had such a gift for groove, energy from way down deep. If you missed Claudia's poem "Distant Drummer" you should definitely find that post. It captures Mark's musical persona perfectly.
Well today, quite by coincidence, Mark's death came home to me. Every day I wake my kids for school with a song or two that's stored on my PC. This morning I grabbed the Blanton-Webster band recording of Ellington's "Don't Get Around Much Anymore". No special reason, just hadn't heard that one in awhile and kids love old time swing. As it happens, the next thing on my hard drive was the Honk recording of "Don't You Methyl With My Ethyl" from the Saturn Swings CD (alphabetical order, eh). If you don't know the recording, it's a classic example of Brian Casey's lyric wit. Mark sings the lead (really well) and keeps things simmering from the kit too. We all had a great time making that recording. Well, hearing Mark's voice warm and vibrant from all those years ago was all it took to push me over. Suddenly, his death was real to me. Horrible and impossible, but real.
Maybe we should all record something for the future, even if it's just a few corny jokes or a short howdy. It secures a kind of imortality. More importantly, it really comforts those left behind. We're lucky to have so many recordings of Mark. I know he loved making them. It was always a great pleasure to play with him, whether it was recorded or not.
Maybe one of the other Honkers can tell the story of the "Singha" drum kit. I don't remember anymore.
Maybe I'll fall by your gig someday Mark.
"Mr. Engineer, faders up!"

Memorial Concert - Reminder

The Concert will go forward this Sunday at 3:00 p.m., rain or shine. The music portion will be indoors, but pray for decent weather anyway so we can visit after the concert in the courtyard out back. The Columbus Music Hall is located at the corner of Parsons and Oak. (click here for a map) Free parking is available in the lot adjacent to the Music Hall and along Oak Street.

See you Sunday.

photos related to my previous post

Party at the Columbus Music Hall--June '96

The opera date--circa '91

658 Sheridan Ave. dinner party. Fall '92

Travis Rd. party. summer '94


After a few attempts to complete a post which failed due to the antics of my young children (and not so young computer) I'm trying agian to add my part to this tribute to Mark. Unfortunately, I am unable to be at the concert on Sunday and feel compelled to share...

I first met Mark on a blind date toward the beginning of our time at Capital. I was amazed. How could someone be so impossibly cool and yet remarkably easy to be around? He was so talented and smart and funny. I was so impressed by how he seemed to love and respect his parents and sister. I was thrilled to meet someone who seemed to have similar relationships with his family to those I had with mine...

Over the course of our college years and a few beyond, Mark and I were involved with each other in various ways. What is most memorable to me now is that during the time in my life when I was trying hard to learn how to live as my adult self (and spending too much time trying to figure out who other people wanted me to be) with Mark I could It was as if I had known him much longer than I actually had. It was amazing.

What seems most impressive about the transition of our relationship from "dating" to "friends", to "friends of friends", and back again is that it always seemed to shift rather seemlessly and without awkwardness or animosity typical of such situations. OK, so there was the time he referred to me as "Baked Alaska" during a rousing group game of "If I Were Gonna' Eat You" at Tiff & Amy's and my apartment on Sheridan. But he had also been one of the first official "dinner party guests" (along with Dave B.) there too. Ironically, he was the first person I ever saw an opera with. And then years later he somehow managed to get me to be in one of his short films in a role I could never let my children see. Amazing.

The last I had heard from Mark was nearly a decade ago when he called me in NYC because he was in town for a gig. I was not able to go. I wish I had. It is hard to know how to grieve for someone you've not seen for so long...someone you may not have seen again. I grieve over a life cut short. I grieve for his family's loss of a son/brother. I grieve over a new closure on that part of my past. But at this point I also try to breathe a bit deeper, hug my children a little more often, and smile when I eat Grape Nuts. I look in the eyes of my son and hope harder for him to follow his dreams. Mostly I am thankful that I had the opportunity, even if only for a little while, to be close to someone so amazing.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Remembering Mark Greenwood
1971 - 2006

Remembering Mark Greenwood
1971 - 2006

About 2 months ago, I opened a fortuned cookie and read “You love Chinese Food.” I laughed and thought of Mark and put it in my bag planning to mail it to him, thinking that too many months (was it actually 2 years?!) had gone by. Mark once told me about a slightly uncomfortable first date he had at a Chinese restaurant…after the meal he opened his fortune cookie and read “you love Chinese food” and it struck him so funny that he was practically balled up on the floor of the restaurant laughing…the girl thought he was a bit strange for laughing so hard at a fortune cookie and I don’t think they dated again! He liked to tell that story.

I met Mark, along with some other great musicians/ soon to be friends, in late ’94. After he moved out west, I realize that I only kept track of him through his mom. (I’d take Bruce and Claudia for parents any day! And Mark was so openly proud to be their son and Kristen’s brother) ....It led to a first date at the "round bar" and then over the years to come, we were many things to each other- there was a lot of love, and friendship was always at the heart of it. I knew Mark before he started getting ill, but soon after we started to become close, the mystery began to develop. Somewhere in that time, we found Isabel, the wonderful German Shepard who brought Mark so much love. I was granted Godmother status and it never occurred to me that such a thing could possibly have any real meaning.
Mark moved out of one house, hoping there was some sort of underlying allergy at the root of his health problems, and into a “new” house down the street. That dilapidated, crooked house took months to become a home – largely due to Bruce and Claudia’s laboring! The discovery of a well in one of the rooms downstairs, the wicked slant of the house…all these things became a good laugh ---in retrospect, that is! The painting, the stripping, the mending…Mark took pride in seeing that house turn around, and great times were had there by many.

I was fortunate enough to be part of the Canada crew for 3 years. As many of you know, there’s no doubt that Mark loved the cabin in Canada like no other place- and that when he was there, there was no place he’d rather be. He gave an everlasting gift to many of us by sharing it. For some reason, Jeff seems to think it’s a funny story about how pissed Mark got when I almost ran him over with the boat motor! Personally, I’d rather remember other things! (and heck, there were several feet to spare!) I prefer to think about how Mark was delighted to sit by the fire, always wanted everyone to do stuff together as a group, and joked about how since he started inviting girls to the cabin they'd stopped catching fish. (He quit complaining as soon as Alicia made dinner!) Aaron, you should know that “Billlll” wasn’t just circa ’94- I think that the cabin brought out a lot of old catch phrases! About the camp supper thing though, I think that after Mark came back from Thailand that was replaced by Pad Thai. That’s really the only thing I remember him cooking! He loved to make it for people almost as much as he loved to eat it. I remember when he came back from a doctor/nutritionist one day he was so happy because he’d told her about his Pad Thai cravings and she’s said it was probably because there was so much stuff in it that’s good for you. Yup, then he started eating even more pad thai!

For now I'll have to organize my pics for Sunday, but will try to add some (like one of Mark cooking pad thai!) as soon as I have a place from which to upload them!

Meanwhile, Here’s a song Mark wrote and recorded in 1999. I have no doubt it was just as much for him as it was for me. From a musical layman's point of view, I find it magnificent and a little sad. It came to me that I should share it because even though Mark hid a lot of things as he lost hope of recovering, I know that deep down he really wanted to be open and share with people. And, I guess that’s what this blog is about. Thanks for the url, Aaron!


Remembering Mark Greenwood
1971 - 2006: May 2006

A few memories

I met Mark when we were freshmen together at Capital. Looking back, Mark and Aaron seemed to always be together. The first thing that struck me about Mark was his self-confidence and self-assurance. Watching Mark play the drums was a magical experience, he made it look effortless. Meanwhile, I was struggling to discover my path in life, was vocal performance it? Mark was born to be a musician, to tell stories through his talent. Mark also struck me because of his sense of humor. Mark and Aaron showed me the art of the wisecrack, the power of wordplay, the importance of humor. At that point in my life, I took everything seriously and to heart, even the little things. One story stands out concerning Mark's sense of humor. Our first two years in college Aaron, Mark, and Frank hung out a lot together. I was Frank's roommate and being a litle gullible and naive, was ripe for the pickings. One night these three convinced me that someone in Schaaf Hall had intentionally taken my Reds ball cap. I frantically looked for it where they told me, making numerous trips up and down the stairs. Upon finding it, I went back to my room to find that someone had taken our orange chair! I must have been color blind my sophomore year because we had red carpet with one brown chair and one orange chair, definitely not on par with what you see on HGTV. Well, after what seemed like an eternity of searching and asking everyone where my chair was, it magically reappeared in my room. Mark was a prankster, but he made me laugh and accepted me for who I was and who I was becoming.
I hadn't seen Mark for 12 years when Missy and Frank called me with the news. I am thankful for my time with him, to listen to music, and talk about music. He taught me the importance of having a sense of humor, of not taking everything so seriously, and of focusing your passion. I'll remember his laugh that could move mountians, and his ability to get in the zone when playing that enabled him to be such a great musician.

Matt Groenke

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

A Few Words & Photos...

I didn't know Mark as well as many of you, and most of my thoughts and feelings have been expressed already and better by others here, but still I wanted to add a few words of my own. I can't remember exactly when I met Mark, but our paths first crossed for about a year at Capital - he started in '89, and I finished in '90. We had mutual friends and played off and on together for the next few years, but I didn't get to know him very well until I started playing with Honk Wail & Moan in '96 (ten years ago already?), We shared quite a few memorable experiences, including the infamous Thailand tour, several trips to New York City, and countless gigs at Bernie's, Dick's Den, and other high-class local establishments.

Mark and I weren't really close friends, but we did play together quite a bit for a few years, and it always amazes me how well you can get to know a fellow musician and how strong of a bond you can form just through making music with them. Though I hadn't seen him in years, the news that he was gone affected me more than I would have thought. Other than being an all-around great guy, the thing I remember most about Mark was the sense of humor he always managed to incorporate into his playing. Seemingly with little effort, he would change the groove for a couple bars or throw in a quote that would have me and the rest of the band grinning and barely able to play. Someone else here called it "personality" - whatever it is, it's a rare quality to find in a musician, and even more so in a drummer. I've missed playing with him since he left town, but I'll always be glad to have had the experience.

I don't have that many photos of Mark, but here are a few: One with Steve from a HW&M trip to NYC in '97, and three from the Thailand trip. Steve has my Thailand album, so hopefully we'll see more on Sunday.

Rest in peace, Mark - we all miss you...