Richard Chadwick

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!

My dad was my biggest hero. He taught me so many things about life and living. He taught me the skill of carpentry. He taught me how to be a musician and audio engineer. He taught me the value of hard work. The value of living healthy. The value of family and community. The value of finding humor in every situation. The value of seeing the goodness in everyone. He taught me how to be a good man, not just in strength but in gentle kindness. He had the biggest, warm energy and always greeted people with enthusiasm and excitement. His smile was infectious. He loved to share stories of his adventures, which tended to gain more embellishments at each telling. He loved his wife and kids immensely, and was so proud to have met his first grandchild. In addition to mourning him, I also mourn the music and bands we played in together. From world beat band Bongoville, to Indian devotional music, to bringing back the acoustic Bijou Link songs, to the touring reggae band The Wicked Hangin Chads (later, The Indelibles), and numerous other projects. We spent thousands of hours together in rigorous rehearsals and recording sessions, where my dad would push all the players to perform at their absolute best. He knew what we were all capable of and had a clear vision of what the music should sound like. Then when we would get on stage all we had to focus on was locking in and having fun. Dad was tenacious and knew what he wanted. And was unapologetic about following his dreams. Once he had his mind set on doing something it was very hard to deter him. He always talked about taking the reggae band on tour to the west coast. And he did, twice. He always talked about fully renovating our childhood home and selling it. And he did, almost singlehandedly. He always dreamed of moving out to the west coast, buying a property with land, and building a stage on it to perform on. He did just that. That drive to reach for those dreams, against difficult odds but with a bit of divine luck, was so inspiring to me. He’s not here in the flesh anymore. And that makes me grieve for all the future memories I hoped to make with him. But I know he’s with me in my heart, in the hearts of all those he touched. That big, warm energy can live on through us. The qualities of tenacity, humor, enthusiasm, zest for life, kindness, optimism, and overflowing love for family and friends are lessons we can all take with us into the future. That’s what he would want. He would want us to keep spreading the love, making music and magic, keep dancing and making memories with those we love. I know he’s up there, playing a celestial stratocaster, smiling down on us. Fly on Papa, we love you!