Life in Retirement
This is a conversation about life after the music festival, including thoughts on dogs and cats. It was recorded late one evening on 11 December 2011.
Patrick Meadows and Stephanie Shepard Memorial Site
This is a conversation about life after the music festival, including thoughts on dogs and cats. It was recorded late one evening on 11 December 2011.
As I’ve mentioned more than once, the Basmati Bangladeshi/Indian restaurant was one of Patrick’s favorites, a delightful place with exquisite food. It was natural that we held a luncheon in Patrick’s honor there in 2017, and every visit I’ve made to Mallorca before and since has always included at least one meal there. Sadly, I […]
In 2011 Patrick and I discussed how he met my mother. Seven years later I added a rough transcription of that recording to this site, but the audio file itself was too large to share. Now the technology has changed so you too can listen to us talk. Here’s a link to the entry, with […]
Here’s a recording from a brief visit with Patrick at the Embassy Suites in L.A. in November 2012. He talks about meeting Stephanie, using her money to buy a harpsichord, which led to the origins of the music festival they built together.
Patrick and Lionel collaborated for years on bringing music back to life from the forgotten, dusty shelves of libraries around the globe. This morning Lionel added a lovely comment to a recent post, one that reinforces the work that they did to help bring Samuel Coleridge-Taylor into the world of known music again. Check out […]
Here’s a conversation (about 8-1/2 minutes long) from 16 November 2011. We talk about Carl’s music and other things. The background noise is a bit heavy so the transcription may not be entirely accurate. You can listen to the recording, however.
Here’s something different for you. I’ve written elsewhere about how much it meant to me for Patrick to attend one of my races, specifically, the 2014 edition of the Prescott Rally. That year Guidance Aviation put together the short video below.
Today is Patrick’s 87th birthday. Last night, I watched again the Memorial Service in Deia, listened again to him describing how the point of his life was to meet Stephanie, and watched again a short video shot near the place he died, to reflect again on the beauty of the setting where he chose to […]
In 2017, Patrick and I talked about the making of Four Last Songs, a movie very, very loosely based on Patrick and Stephanie and directed by their friend Francesca Joseph. I started recording the conversation with two recorders, but as it turns out the overlap was imperfect. As a result, I have four separate recordings […]
This is a video recording of the view from the restaurant and scenic turnoff on the road to Puig Major and on to Pollenca. Patrick narrates a bit, describing the watch towers that ringed the island, each in site of the next. It was a beautifully clear day, the 25th of November 2011. My camera […]
There is a Facebook page dedicated to the Music Festival founded by Patrick and Stephanie. Alfredo, who took over the festival when Patrick retired, was featured in a recent magazine or newspaper, and posted the attached article via Facebook. I appreciate that he mentions Patrick early on. Here it is, in Spanish. If someone would […]
A short conversation with Christine about Patrick’s October 2014 visit.
Based on his letters from Harlan Ellison, I believe Patrick attended the very first Clarion Science Fiction Writer’s Workshop in 1968. I visited the Clarion web site a couple of days ago and realized that his name was not included on the list of alumni. I wrote to them about it and a very kind […]
The episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation I saw last night involved the loss of a father. Since today is the fourth anniversary of Patrick’s death, I found the coincidence curious. I have been meaning to write on this day, about that event, but as usual words failed to materialize. I was talking with […]
That dog at the corner. I always forget he is there, just about eye level, waiting to bark right into my ear, scaring the pants off me every time. Today as I started off on my walk, for once I remembered he would be there and I picked up a branch left by the crew […]