I am so grateful for this sharing and connection with so many others who knew and loved our brother, Tom Dundee. Your kind words are salve for my broken heart.

Understandably, some have written that no words can describe their love for Tom and their feelings of loss at his passing. I understand. I agree.

Aah, but would Tom say such a thing? I really dont think so. Rather, "T" would grab his pen and paper,rip open his heart, empty his pockets, reach out, try harder, perhaps say very little, and yet find exactly the right words to express those deep, complex feelings that we all have, but may not be able to articulate. And too, there would probably be a perfect, singable melody to accompany the words.

This was the genius of Tom Dundee. He was a kind, gentle everyman, a friend to all, who wrote some of the best songs ever written... songs with heart, joyful songs, playful songs, transcedant songs, love songs, so many songs, songs that will never die.

34 years ago I had the honor to begin working with Tom, promoting his performances and producing his first ever recordings on "Get Folked" Live At Charlotte's Web. He became a brother to me, as good a friend as any man could ever hope to have. He sang at my wedding. Last year, he cradled my newborn son, Cedar, just hours after he was born and christened him "Brave Lone Tree Of The Bright Blue Tribe" (Tom was "Chief Thunder" of that tribe.)

I have been crying for days. Unable to imagine a world without Tom Dundee. Today, I read this blog and realize that I am not alone. Thank you.
   
My wife, Tigris and I spent yesterday in joyful, tearful celebration of Tom's life and feeling enormous sorrow at his passing.   Tigris performed a blessing and last rites in our guest room where he has lived for much of the past two years, releasing his spirit, surrounded by pure love and light. We know that where he is, God is.

Now, we have just returned from a long, slow drive along Santa Monica mountain roads that he loved to ride on his motorcycle, looking out across glorious peaks he described to us often in poetic detail, hearing him, feeling him, loving him. Our "Tompanga" Dundee. Everyone's buddy. A lover. A songsmith extraordinaire. A guitar man. A clever wit, ever ready with a joke to lighten the day. A listener. A helping hand. Always an artist, with wood and with words. A great talent. A dear man, a good man, a man of peace. A great friend whom we will always love and never forget.

We give thanks today for Tom Dundee.

Stephen Powers
Topanga, California