My son Forest Arturo Dunn had a fine
guitar teacher in Amarillo, Texas named Frank Hardcastle. At Glendale High in
Arizona he had one of those outstanding band and orchestra teachers whose name
escapes me and I can't find online. This man got Forest playing a sousaphone in
marching band, upright bass in orchestra, and electric bass in jazz band. The
lessons and schooling topped off a natural talent that exploded when Forest
began recording his own songs on computer.
There is no praise too high for a
school district in a city that funds music education. I'm not sure Forest would
have finished high school without that incentive. He would have had these
chances in his beloved Amarillo, Texas, too had we stayed there. I almost
added, ‘as we should have,’ but there are few things that can tear up one’s
mind better than the “would’a, should’a, could’a” thing. It’s harmful enough,
but if you do it over a lost child it can drive you to suicide.
In the wake of Robin William’s
death, no one needs reminding that money and talent, children and a wife are no
guarantors of happiness. I’m not hinting that Forest committed suicide or that
he did not. There are some things that hurt too much to pursue. I’ve only asked
his older sister and his widow. It was a drug overdose. No note. I’ll stop
there to avoid causing pain in my children, his widow, or his mother in case
they read this.
Forest began multi track recording right
after high school on a Teac four track cassette recorder I gave him. By the
time he worked with me on some songs he really knew his stuff. I’ve put
together some pictures and my song Williwas for you. Forest is playing a cheesy
keyboard and singing. He never in his life had a piano lesson. Willie Was is
based upon my experiences on the Bering Sea and Bristol Bay in Alaska. Forest
was conceived in a cabin in the woods near Juneau, yes in a forest.
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