Mick, as for Rick coming at things from angles...
I thought he knew me well, I thought he was smart and intuitive. And then he started saying things like "In a year, I see you playing at festivals. Not as a 'star' or anything, but doing workshops." I thought he had a screw loose. I have far less ambition than he had. Well, there went my impression of his intuition. I didn't argue with him. I tried harder, and I got better and stronger and I'm not afraid to sing no matter who's listening. A couple of months ago, he explained he didn't really know if I'd ever want to be doing that sort of thing. It didn't really matter - he simply wanted me to believe that I could.

I received a PM from him a few months ago entitled simply "Nope." Those who knew his love of dark humor may be able to imagine what the never-asked question was.

Underwear, for Rick, was modest clothing at home. That's the thing though - it was his home, his life, his music. I guess I learned timidity is fine if one wants to live a half-life in the shadows, but it doesn't do anyone's life justice. He used to say that if I made a mistake playing, that I should make it good and loud. He taught me to love my friends with all my heart, trust my instincts, laugh at adversity, abandon complacency, and play it LOUD.