New Year’s Letter from Fred in New York
Here’s another letter from Fred to Pat and Mari, around New Year’s (what year? assume 1962?) in New York.
It opens with “It’s time I wrote. Hell, I’m a lousy correspondent.”
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
Here’s another letter from Fred to Pat and Mari, around New Year’s (what year? assume 1962?) in New York.
It opens with “It’s time I wrote. Hell, I’m a lousy correspondent.”
An undated letter to Pat and Mari referencing Rome and Lisbon.
It opens with “Listen, I’ll be in Rome by the end of the month c/o American Express” and ends with “Lisbon is lovely – I may go there to die – instead of Clarksville, Va as I had planned.”
I received the following note from Lionel and am sharing the good news with you here. The Coleridge-Taylor score has been updated by Michael Repper and released as a second edition. It is now in the public domain. Lionel and Patrick received special mention in the score’s Dedication as well as the Editor’s Note. – […]
It’s August 2025 and I just stumbled across this old recording dated 6 May 2017 describing a brief scene from Patrick’s post-burial reception.
Contrary to his introductory sentence, Patrick tells a long story about the founding of the Deia International Festival of Music. Patrick also talks about his work with Daevid Allen and Gilli Smith of Gong.
Robert Graves was a famous author who made his home in Deia and was a celebrity there. Patrick wrote this long piece about their meeting in 2014. I’ve also included some out-takes at the end of the main story.
This story paints, in very broad strokes, Patrick’s take on meeting my mom, getting married, and becoming a parent. Although Patrick titled this piece Havana, that Cuban city is referenced only in passing.
A few thoughts about the eighth anniversary of Patrick’s death.
Here’s a 2011 recording from Spain in honor of today, what would have been Patrick’s 90th birthday.
Recording with Patrick and Christine about complicated people.
Since today is a religious holiday for a lot of people, I thought I would relate this story that Patrick told me. In the little town of Deya, there is a church up on top of the hill. Patrick played the Sunday music for a couple of years there. He explained that the priest finally […]
Here’s a link to the Samuel Coleridge-Taylor Foundation, specifically the obituary that Lionel wrote: https://sctf.org.uk/2017/05/14/r-i-p-patrick-meadows-1934-2017/ The article is dated 14 May 2017, six years ago today. (The photo is from the article.) My niece discovered it when searching for pictures of her grandfather.
A letter to Patrick, written one year after his death, but not shared on the website until much later.
I have found myself of late with a sort of refrain in my head, often repeated aloud (when I am alone) “My heart” is the refrain, always seeing her in the garden, in the countryside, in the car.
This long recording (almost 20 minutes) from 9 November 2012 is too large to upload to this web site, but here is an imperfect transcription. UPDATE on 17 Nov 2022: I was able to use a different approach to upload the audio, so you can hear his voice once more, telling this story. The recording […]