My friend Liam died on May 30. A drunk driver hit his motorcycle, throwing him into oncoming traffic. The whole story is here.
It was a weekend in may, 2007, and my friend Michael appeared at my back door,
‘Do you want to go build a radio station?’
‘Get in the car!’
The last anyone saw of me for days was Michael’s car squealing out of the driveway as we catapulted from Carrboro, NC to Greenville, SC. The night I arrived I soldered audio cables, painted walls, and met Liam. He was an easily excited, highly stimulated fellow, enthusiastic about everything. We had sleeping quarters in a high school gym, but we barely slept that night for talking and scheming. He was an incurable shutterbug, snapping pictures of the weedridden playground, an eerie Stephen King landscape in the hot afternoon light.
Over the next few years, I saw him occasionally, this collage of hikinks, soldering LFO circuits, watching TED talks and dreaming about viruses, looking for him at 5am in Chapel Hill. Last October I showed up in Atlanta to work on our projects with him.
He had a lot of friends and he was on the edge of amazing, unbelievable things. We will all miss him. His memorial site is here.