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I recieved a wonderful email yesterday, and attatched was a picture I made over 15 years ago, which was great to see. I was hoping in some small way that perhaps by starting this blog, I would encounter some of my lost sheep, works that sold or I traded, or found their way into someones life. When I was with the Linda Farris Gallery, I never knew, and that was the deal with her, who had my work. In this case I gave this drawing to a friend of mine, Roland Barker, a very talented musician, whose music was very impactful on me right after college. My friend Blaine introduced me to his stuff, which at the time sounded a bit like Harold Budd, or Brian Eno's Music for Airports. My first solo show at Galleria Potatohead in Belltown in 1991, I picked Roland to play his music, and the other choice I had was to allow a newly put together band that was practicing below the gallery called Pearl Jam. I went with Roland.

Hi Harold,

I've been reading your blog for a little while.  I looked you up
because I have a painting of yours, and I was interested in who you
were.  You seem like a stand-up guy.  I hope you succeed with
whatever transformations you're working on in life.  Maybe you'll be
happy at this point to hear from a total stranger and to know that
your painting is one of my prized possessions-- i really get along
with its post-apocalyptic cave painting vibe.  Here it is in my studio.

Roland gave it to me a number (5?) of years ago when he was getting
rid of everything and moving to Findhorn.  We haven't spoken for a
while but I think he's still happily shacked up in Hawaii.

Well, keep up the good work, and maybe we'll meet around town one of
these days now that I'm aware of your cultural events and such.  I'm
working hard on composing a show of visual music I'm playing in a
month, myself.  So I guess part of what i'm doing now is
procrastinating.

all the best,
Randy Jones

Tell me when you play Randy, I'll come see and listen.