Now I can’t be positive, but if I remember correctly this cat calls himself Nick.What I do remember is that Nick is a very solid drummer and a lot of fun to be around. I caught this picture of him in the parking lot on the very last morning of camp. It was a grey, cloudy morning and the rain misted down gently from the sky. The weather seemed to match the mood of all the campers who were all sad to say goodbye to a week that nobody wanted to end. After a fantastic breakfast with an omelette station (see below) we all had to pack our bags and head home. Everyone seemed to be a little sad or at least melancholy except for Nick who was always positive and always had a smile on his face, as you can tell from this photo.
Nick and I weren’t in the same ensemble group nor were our rooms in the same cabin so we didn’t get to hang out that much. What I remember most about Nick was about a year after our experiences together at camp, I bumped into him on the streets of Manhattan. I was at work, hanging out in front of my hotel when I saw him walking by with his parents.
“Wow, Nick!” I said. “It’s Colin from Camp MMW man. How are you?”
“Oh yeah Colin” he replied. “I remember you. The bass man right? I’m doing good, how ’bout yourself.”
“Yeah man, I’m excellent. What are you doing up here in midtown?” I asked.
“Well my parents are in town visiting and I had to show them my favorite Cuban restaurant in the city which is right next door.” He replied.
“Oh yeah, Margon!” I shot right back. “I eat there all the time and know all the owners and workers. Their coffee is the best in the city.” Turning to his parents I say “Hi, my name is Colin. I went to a music camp called Camp MMW with your son.”
Pleasantries were exchanged and I got to meet his parents. After a couple minutes more of chatting, they headed off to see more of the city while I was left at work with an air of nostalgia hanging over me.
The relationships from camp never really seem to fade, they just get put on hold ’til the next time you see one another. About a month ago the exact same thing happened with another face from camp (minus his parents) and just the same as before, it was as if we had been talking with one another for years. We spoke about memories from camp and how our musical and artistic pursuits were going since we all said goodbye on that cloudy morning at the meal tent. Though we all said goodbye and drove away that morning, a small piece of all of us never really left.
Now, time for me to go practice!