Ian Zachary Brown

“When I am optimistic, I choose to believe that every life I lead, every choice I make, has consequence. That I am not one....but many, a mind flicking from parallel life to parallel life, and that when I die, the world carries on without me, altered by my deeds, marked by my presence.”
― Claire North, The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August

Ian's life

With deep sadness, 


Notes:
His overdose and struggles with addiction
In lieu of flowers: W.O. Smith Music School, Nashville (music lessons for low-income kids) - reached out

Where he came from
Born into music: raves and Smashing Pumpkins in the womb, Pa playing guitar while he grew, thread of his life
Born into chaos (the OJ Simpson drive), but into a strong, stabilizing and loving family from day 1; unlike his fellow travelers, he had a deep connection to family even in the midst; Granny by my side during the birth, never alone
Jimmy became his dad a year later; Aubrey his brother a year after that, Helena, Philipp and Lui to round out his circle
I was a child, 20, when I had him. He loved me regardless of my mistakes, and I loved him regardless of his. We grew up together 
Capricorn and Cancer sit directly across from each other on the zodiac. Opposites, two halves of the same line. Cancer is ruled by the Moon: home, family, feeling. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn: structure, holding steady. This was the tie between us.
Cancer starts at the summer solstice. Capricorn starts at the winter solstice. His season opens on the longest day, mine on the longest night. I didn’t plan it, but that’s exactly how his memorial is set up: it opens on the winter solstice and ends with a summer celebration near his birthday. - not sure to include, but maybe.
Maybe look at full birth charts. Need his birth time (birth certificate).

Who he was
He was more than the road; he lived a life before that
The big life, big emotions, big convictions.
Fighting to the end for his beliefs, even if they were off kilter; his conviction
The best taste in music ever, except for his weird NY punk phase
Lived on the road and busked with his banjo; railroad tracks tattooed and drawn on his banjo head
The most beautiful curls, grey-green eyes, unlike anyone else's in the family.
Pilot and Hank

Stories to tell
Pilot on the washer, 
The well story
Wisconsin
The keeping in touch
The last messages, the place he died, his state of mind and excitement, after dark times, he was in a lighter place
Seeing Pa right after he died, in the hallway: no fear, just truth
How you never know it’s the last family gathering, our discussion, also three years more
His trek from NE to Florida and showing up, maybe the ashes??? Maybe too much
Football, eating the sandwhich on the field.
Time in Italy
Hot Sauce at Christmas with Aubrey

Those who loved him

The story of those who loved him; Muncy and others told me road kids rarely have that

What we shared
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August: we both loved it - include in "favorites?
“Fall From Grace,” Lost Dog Street Band: he shared it when he first introduced me to Benjamin Tod, and it remains a favorite. The answer was I always loved him, Also link "All Around You"

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