Charlottesville musician Freyda Epstein died this week. On Monday night, her car was hit head-on by an escaping criminal, and she was killed in the crash. We were merely acquainted, and I couldn’t bring myself to go to the memorial service that was held this evening. Though she was a great musician on many fronts, I most admired her vocal work. Her performance with Brady Earnhart on his wonderful 1997 solo release, After You, is my favorite. (It’s one of my favorite albums. I listen to it constantly, even now, six years after it was released.) All of her work on the album is understated, to the point that a listener could easily miss her on a first listen. “
I’m not so sad at the thought of Freyda’s death as I am at the thought of all of the good friends that she’s leaving behind, left to sift through her life, learning to talk about her using a entirely new tense of verb. Was. Did. Loved.