The first time I saw Martin at karaoke I remember thinking how strange this man was. When he sang, he would kneel, or do air guitar, march, and use all sorts of gestures acting out the song. I'm ashamed to say it took a very long time for me to realize Martin was singing with passion, and by singing with passion he put everything into it without fear of how anyone else would feel about it. And by doing this he really, really enjoyed, and lived, the song.
As I got to know Martin personally, I realized that he was a man of passion in all walks of his life. Sad to say, it's a hard thing to find nowadays. Everyone is so afraid of showing how they feel, they cut themselves off from really truly living. And, in life, that's where the real love is. Even when it hurts.
Now Martin is marching with the saints in rock-and-roll heaven with a big karaoke audience who don't think he's strange. He can see the big screen with his perfect vision. When he's doing air guitar
[or drum, or sax, etc], a host of angelic musicians are playing along
[Jimi, Stevie Ray, John Bonham, to name a few]. When he's gesturing, he's leading a choirs of angels
[Janice, Michael, Jim Morrison, ....]. And when he's kneeling
[without pain], he's praising the Lord, with all of his heart and soul.
I hope my karaoke friends will dedicate a song to Martin -- and SING YOUR HEART OUT!
You will not be forgotten, my passionate friend.
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