I dont bond very well.
I have a bad habit of rubbing most people up the wrong way, just by trying to explain things in a way that makes sense to me.
MD was one of the very few people in life that I truly got buzz interacting with.
I knew nothing about music, had my own wee nooks in music, mainly ELO
But since I chatted with MD way back on the Celtic Blog having the wars with the nasty zombie types and even some clandestine Huns pretending to be Celtic fans (probably media men trying to foment doubts promoting their msm propaganda.
But since I met MD I always knew he was a real guy and he introduced me to some truly hidden musical gems. Not malicious, usually very well tempered (albeit he enjoyed the intemperance movement with the beer
)
Full of fun, full of ideas, full of good Celtic stories, good political stories, and open minded enough to meditate on new concepts as well as old ones misunderstood.
Well MD was one of the very few people in life that I trusted, really trusted. Enough to know my name.
I have been seriously ill, mind (mostly mind) but physically I nearly killed myself on a mad bender in Amsterdam ironically the time Celtic fans were getting whacked by Ajax hoodlums and I was in cuckoo land via a cafe and some uber strong dope. Was always a bit mentally weird but that tipped me over the edge, Floyd style.
Anyway for long time I was really ill, housebound, insane probably.
And I found the Celtic Blog
Met a few chat pals
And MD was one.
looked forward to our wee chats, his knowledge of music and I mean the depth of music he knew was immense.
I never met him. Im probably closer to health proper than ive been since Amsterdam riot police night.
My health has been helped mostly through MD and I never ever got chance to shake his hand and I doubt he even knew how much I loved him.