Here was a link to my sister’s book, but since she is actively defying my father’s wishes and trying to exclude Stephanie’s family from their rightful share of his meager estate, I have removed the link.
(Recorded 11 December 2011)
JP: So you’ve been in Deia for thirty years now
Patrick: I moved into this house in ’78 – I met Stephanie in 1976 bought the house in Gallilea in 1970
JP: ’78 is 33 years
Patrick: In this house Continue reading “Patrick Talks about Suicide”
Here’s a sketch of Patrick drawn by his grandson Nicolas.
I believe it’s from 2011 so I’m setting the posting date to the end of that year.
Conversation with Patrick about food, the TV show CSI, and other programs that he enjoyed.
Recorded on the 21st of November 2011 in Spain.
(Recorded 18 Nov 2011)
JD: Yeah, it was a good day.
PM: Yeah, Not to be sneezed at
JD: What was it? Japanese food in Spain with a Canadian and two Americans.
JD: Yeah, it was good. Well I’m actually thinking of retiring.
PM: Well, okay.
I just created a YouTube video using a bunch of still photos from 2011 that is about 40 minutes long.
It’s a conversation between Patrick and me on far-ranging subjects and beginning with his message to the grand kids.
You can find it here: https://youtu.be/6fbP6ldWwso
(I couldn’t add it directly to this web page because of the size of the file, hence the link.)
During my tenure as Director Artístico of the Deià Festival in Mallorca between 1978 and 2008, every year, about the time the concerts were to begin, at least once and often several times, someone from the newspapers, radio, and TV requested an interview. We were always grateful for the resultant publicity, but almost never were the questions asked truly relevant. Continue reading “Patrick’s “An Interview with Myself””
Here are a couple of pictures of Patrick.
These were taken on 24 November 2008 in Concord, California.
In 2008, three years after Stephanie passed away, Patrick retired from his role as artistic director of the International Music Festival of Deia.
Thanks to Suzy, here are the concert notes he included in that final program under his tenure.
Trini, Suzy and I read these remarks (in Mallorquin, Spanish, and English) to the memorial concert audience.
Click on the picture to “embiggenate” it.
we won’t let you go!
tackling me at the knees.
gretchen is laughing
at this new game with daddy.
jennifer is older and cries
her mother’s panicked eyes
telling her it’s no joke
with my books bundled in twenties
i lash myself down the stairs,
toss them into the vw bug and drive mari
to our roach-infested
tenth street is a bongo jungle
where we live in sweet rhythmic sin,
joy swirling behind us
as we race toward the tawdry
end so surely up the road.
their arms hobble me yet,
though i now bundle my years
by the quarter century
and still await, with dread,
the accumulating tears.