My oldest friend here in L.A., Justin, called me this morning at 6 a.m. from a payphone to tell me that his entire house burned down. It supposedly happened around 5 a.m.. He was fast alseep when he woke up startled by a mouthful of smoke. He stood up and hit a black thick toxic cloud, and immediately opened his door to save his roommate. By that point the entire back of the house was in flames. After pounding and screaming, Brandon opened the door dazed, his face covered in black smoke. They were able to break out of Justin's bedroom window in the knick of time, and run to neighbors begging them to notify 911.
After his call, I flew over there and witnessed firefighters removing the roof and hosing down smoldering records and remnants of the creative lives these two had collected over the years. Charred paintings, demolished guitars and piles and piles of ruined records. The whole thing made me cry. All of the memories of things I've given to him over the years, and the pictures blackened with smoke damage. The music sampler I spent my rent money buying him, gone just like that. All of the music melted someplace inside. It was like a bad dream that I hadn't woken up from.
And yet something exciting seemed to be emerging from it. I felt an all at once panic and nausea desolved by the sense that this had to happen for some reason. Somehow his losing everything was going to open up something bigger and better.
The fear that I had for his future was replaced with an optomism that anything was now possible. Everything is put into perspective, he left that house with everything he needs- his creative mind, his life.
I hope this isn't sounding at all corny, because I mean it. I've always said that kid would die for me- he has my back, and it's true. And likewise I have his.
The gas/plastic burning rubber smell is something that won't leave my nostrils or clothes. All of the creepy toxins in all of our precious stuff break down and make a potent cocktail.
the only thing that kept going through my head the entire time was...
My Justin made it out alive
my friend made it out of this
He can survive anything
My friend Justin a.k.a. D.J. Kutmah is an amazing musican/artist- if you want to see more go to his website
if you have spare records or samplers or clothes for him please let me know
OR you can donate money to his paypal account at : kutmah.hotmail.com