Here’s an audio recording with Patrick (18 March 2017) in which he starts by talking about his grave marker for the Deia cemetery (captured in mid-sentence).
He goes on to talk about how music festivals spread across the island after he and Stephanie got the Deia festival off the ground.
Transcription:
JP: Yes, I can see them marked lightly with the marker there.
Patrick: and this taken off the wood and set in the cement above her plaque. That would be good.
JP: Yeah. So the music festival you did all those years, that was a Deia music festival. I thought it was a Palma festival, for the whole island.
Patrick: No. Que bac. In Palma there were three or four festivals, Pollenca had another one, and after my festival started and I started… I took my festival portable to Andratx and to other parts of the island.
JP: Soller? Puerto Soller?
Patrick: No not those. They had their own thing going. But on the other end of the island there were a couple of towns. I did concerts there, maybe in ten different villages. So we transported the festival because the artists when they came here, they weren’t getting much money and they wanted to play more.
What happened was… for example in Arcta, one of the flute players, who was a friend of mine and played in my festival, decided to do a festival in Arcta. So he transferred my idea there. There was another guy in another town, he did the same. So they started reproducing the idea.
Nobody thought it would work when we started. They thought it would not work, that nobody would go that far out of Palma for concerts. All you have to do is find the right place. In fact, the guy in… outside of Vienna… I don’t know, did you meet a guy named Wax?
JP: I might have. Yeah, I think so.
Patrick: He’s a cellist and a doctor. He came and played in the church for our festival with a string quartet of doctors and said he would like to do something like that in Austria. So I said all you have to do is go outside of Vienna fifty or sixty miles and find a castle and ask the people if you can put on concerts.
Patrick: He said there’s no such place. So he went back home and he went to visit his mother, who lives fifty or sixty miles outside of Vienna and from his mother’s house you look up and there’s this castle!
JP: He never even realized it!
Patrick: He never thought of that, and so he made a deal with them and now I think it’s 20 years, that festival, and it all started at Son Marriog.
I’m the son of Patrick of Meadows.
I enjoy the sound of his voice in conversations like this where he’s clearly passionate about his work and his legacy.
Talks like these distracted him from the pain for a little while, though you can hear little reminders in the recording from time to time.
I miss him, but I try to focus on being thankful for the time we shared and am glad that the pain is over and his ashes rest where he longed for them to be.