Our friend Richard Lainhart died quite unexpectedly last week. Writing about Richard is a bit like talking about art: words seem far too monochromatic to describe someone as precious, sublime and complex as was Richard.
Instead of trying to quantify the multidimensional facets of Richard's wonderful life, I want you to know how much we are already missing his generous and gentle spirit. I, personally, feel an emptiness that is very hard to describe. It has something to do with taking for granted the idea that he would always be here. Got a problem? Richard had a solution. Puzzled about an arcane technical question? I called Richard ...because he always knew the answer. It's strange to think that in a world of unlimited, online information, Richard was my most steady and reliable source.
We shared a love of sound and synthesis. Watching Richard conjure up his organic electronic textures from his awesome Buchla was a bit like being a spectator at The Creation itself. Bubbling forth from his sonic brew were primordial universes, expanding and contracting like the forces of nature, and beyond. Truly magnificent.
In the months and weeks before he left this world, we had been trying to get together to improvise with the goal of, perhaps, performing together. I had to cancel a couple of scheduled rehearsals, as did he. This, I am quite sure, is going to be one of my deepest regrets.
Thank you Richard for all the goodness you brought into the world through your spirit and your music. Peace.