I wish I had more pictures of Isaac, basically all my pictures from high school are gone and can’t be found. I hadn’t minded until now when those pictures mean a hell of a lot more. Or videos too, or even audio recordings. The picture I’m sharing was more recent, from our trip to Newport Beach.
Story time: Isaac was musically inclined so a lot of times when we were just hanging around, and maybe a little bored, we would just casually produce a tune. And by tune I mean a little beatbox, a basic strum of his guitar, a pounding of a beat on a table, and terrible freestyle or humming. Sometimes in a completely inappropriate place like in a restaurant or on the bus. We would riff, our entire group, adding something different to the song, sometimes fucking it up and sometimes taking it to the next level. But Isaac would always, always keep the rhythm, keep the bassline, and encourage us all to turn up the volume a little bit more. It would end in a epic crescendo of high pitched squeels and louding thumps when our throats would start to hurt and fists began to throb from the banging. And when we finally stopped with a dramatic abrupt ending, we would all catch our breath and look at each other. And Isaac would go “damn… we should have recorded that”.
We should have. We called it music. I’d give just about anything to make one more song, with Isaac on percussion.