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Ryan Thompson.
Of the Thompson clan.
Been on the run for the past few days. This is why:
The fact that I’ve seriously misplaced my voice is proof that it has been an action packed weekend. As always. But I feel lucky to have shared this one with Ryan Thompson, or as we like to call him, Gerry.
One on a short list of people I truly look up to, Ryan has had a sage like presence in my life for years now. No matter the kind of advice I need, his objectivity, scrutiny, intellect, compassion, and big heart are the makings of a friend to keep close. I’ve probably never said anything like this to him. My words at him are generally either questioning or insulting, but he knows I love him.
It was a good friend’s birthday Saturday night. All he wanted was for the good people to gather in his house and play funky music all night. Sounded great to me, but I had Ryan in town. Maybe a guy from LA who is going to be here for four days might want to go out on Saturday night. In the big city. Clubs, bars, girls, bright lights. I was obligated, not at all begrudgingly, to be in Brooklyn. Ryan is the kind of guy that when offered an out, a chance to be freed of any sort of obligation to me and my small but funky house party, instantly declined. He wanted to be a part of what he knew I had going on out here. He wanted to live my life for a few days. Take in some good people and some good energy.
I think that’s an overly acceptable answer. Jules’ house turned out to be a raging good time. Got down all night. It’s how we do. So happy Thompson was a part of it.
Smiling skylines from NYC.
