Remembering Tavis Riker
Tavis Riker playing at the Landmark, Park Slope, Brooklyn, 9/18/88
Tavis Riker died Saturday in a swimming accident. Tavis was a good friend, an awesome musician, and and endlessly inventive, wonderful guy. We would talk for hours, watch videos, jam in the garage – he played guitar at our wedding – we were working on a song remembering warren zevon, hell, the world is an empty place this morning.
Tavis Flickr stream
Flipped open a book of his poetry and found this.
I'm fine with the wolf at the door
the color of confusion's aura, six strings strong
soul on the distant shore, today is burning
and a careless tongue told the tale (broken bottles)
dawn presents "now," lure of the crippled projector
mating call to disaster
from Radical Shadows, 1991, Penships Press.