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Alan Boyce Grows Invisible *

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Alan Boyce in ‘Permanent Record’ (1988)

The actor Alan Boyce appeared in nine films between the years 1985 and 1997 then seemed to disappear without a trace. An extensive internet search unearths nothing about his life after ’97. In fact, apart from descriptions of his parts in the films he made, a handful of scanned movie stills, and one vidclip that shows Boyce playing second fiddle to Julia Roberts during her first screen test, there seems to be nothing directly related to him on the internet at all.

Despite the fact that Boyce was young, very good looking, received great reviews early in his career, and acted in some films that have passionate cult followings, he appears to have no fans who are sufficiently interested to name check him, hype him, or ask questions as to his current activities. In this, he would seem to be like the huge majority of attractive, talented young actors who get just enough notice and work to start careers but not enough of same to sustain them for long, who lose people’s interest as easily as they’d attracted it.

Boyce and I wound up being on different peripheries of the same social scene for a while, and we had some limited dealings with one another, so I have a sense of what might have gone wrong for him and a limited knowledge of what eventually became of him. No doubt because of this vague familiarity, his transformation from a very good and promising actor to a seemingly forgotten figure and non-issue is particularly strange and melancholy to me. This is my attempt to begin to fill in that blank for anyone else who might be quietly interested in Alan Boyce or who might be able to either make corrections in my quick sketch or flesh the story out.


Alan Boyce in ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ (1985)

 

Seven Minutes in Heaven (1985; Linda Feferman)

Plot: ‘Natalie Becker is staying at home studying and working on an essay to meet the president while her father is away. Jeffrey Moran, a childhood friend (whom her father does not know) is having trouble with his stepfather, Jeremy, who is an immature bully, so she lets him stay with her. All sorts of trouble and misunderstandings ensue. Natalie falls in love with gorgeous James Casey (Alan Boyce), only to discover he’s a lying, cheating cad. Natalie’s best friend Polly tries to date a pro baseball player, Zoo Knudson, and is very intrusive on Natalie’s personal life, jumping to hasty conclusions.’

Note: A mediocre, somewhat charming trifle of a movie that’s little and best known today as one of Jennifer Connelly’s first films. Boyce’s small role calls for him to be cute, charming, and two-faced, and he succeeds well enough.


Trailer

 

Permanent Record (1988; dir. Marisa Silver)

Plot: ‘David Sinclair (Alan Boyce) seems to have everything going for him: he’s smart, musically talented, and very successful. To top off his senior year in high school, his band is trying to get a recording session. Therefore, David’s suicide leaves everyone, especially his best friend and band-mate, Chris (Keanu Reeves), with a lot of questions.’

Note: Although not without flaws, the film is one of the better extant portrayals of the consequences of teenage suicide. Boyce is remarkable, and while the movie was not a success, he received the kind of extremely glowing reviews for his performance that can launch an impressive career. For whatever reason, Boyce didn’t benefit from the acclaim whatsoever. He never again appeared in a mainstream studio film, and apart from one appearance in an episode of the television series ‘China Beach,’ he didn’t act in movies or television again for five years. ‘Permanent Record’ is rarely talked about today, and is mostly known for featuring one of Keanu Reeves’s early performances.


Trailer

 

I met Alan Boyce at an art opening at a gallery on NYC’s Lower East Side not long after seeing ‘Permanent Record’. I tried to talk to him about how much I admired his performance in the film, but he seemed uncomfortable and disinterested. He was however quite interested in my boyfriend of the time, who later confessed to me that he and Boyce had snuck off into the gallery’s basement, shot heroin together and had quick sex.

Boyce was at the opening because he was friendly with a young couple in the NYC art and lit. scene who were close friends of mine. Depending on which member of the couple one asked, Boyce was either a good friend of theirs or a boy with whom they were involved in a menage a trois. Both described Boyce as a sweet guy who also happened to be a big mess: withdrawn, depressive, confused about his sexuality, and prone to being too heavily into drugs. They told me he’d felt unable to handle the pressures in and around the movie business and was taking a break from acting to get his life and head together.

I saw Boyce around NYC a few times after that, usually in the company of the couple, but after his indiscretion with my then ex-boyfriend, I didn’t go out of my way to talk with him. Then I stopped seeing him around, and one time when I asked my friends about him, they said he’d had some kind of breakdown and moved back to his hometown in New Hampshire.

 

An Ambush of Ghosts (1993; dir. Everett Lewis)

Plot: ‘Ten years earlier, George’s mother (Genvieve Bujold) ran over his younger brother in the family driveway and killed him. Since then, she’s been permanently out to lunch, and he has many responsibilities around the house. He’s a teenager now, with the usual insecurities that go along with that, but he also hasn’t reconciled the tragedy of his childhood. His difficulties are compounded when his schoolmate Christian (Alan Boyce) shows up on his doorstep asking for him to hide him; it turns out the boy has killed one of their classmates. George (Steven Dorff) is not willing to turn him in without taking some thought about it, and hides him for a while. Meanwhile, he acts as a go-between for Christian and his girlfriend Denise (Anne Heche), whom he develops feelings for. Eventually, the question of what is really real becomes an important one to find answers to.’

Note: Boyce’s best work post-‘Permanent Record’ was in two films by the director Everett Lewis. The excellent ‘An Ambush of Ghosts’, their first collaboration, was poorly received in its early screenings for critics and distributors and remained unseen for many years until it received a very limited release in the late 1990s. It’s an obscure gem, and Boyce’s quiet, intense performance is superb.


fanmade homage to the film

 

Totally Fucked Up (1993; dir. Gregg Araki)

 

Plot: ‘The primary character is Andy (a superb James Duval) whose view of life is bleak to say the least: Andy doesn’t believe in love, in commitment, believes he is bisexual even though he has never stepped out of his same-sex playing out, grows to depend on his friends, falls in love with a sweet talking fellow Ian (Alan Boyce) only to discover Ian is not at all monogamous, and finally feels the pain of heartbreak and makes a decision about life that ends the film.’

Note: Boyce’s appearance in this earlyish Araki film christens the second phase of his career in which, with one exception, he is an ensemble performer in films associated with the so-called Queer Cinema genre. Excepting 1994 guest roles in one episode each of the series ‘The X Files’ and ‘Red Shoe Diaries’, Boyce now stuck (or was stuck) to playing moody, often peripheral gay or bisexual characters. His performance here is pointedly restricted by the casual, introverted acting style Araki favored in his first several films, but he is nonetheless quite good: coiled, preoccupied, and charismatic.

I went to an advance screening of ‘Totally Fucked Up’ and was very surprised and pleased that during the course of the movie, Alan Boyce’s character talks up my books to the main character Andy. The cast was at the screening, and, at the reception afterwards, I approached Boyce and told him how cool it was to hear him reference my work in the film. He was polite but acted very uncomfortable. He said he didn’t remember meeting me or my ex-boyfriend, and a mention of our mutual New York friends made him grow silent and nervous, so I left him alone.

Later at the reception when I mentioned to an acquaintance who’d worked on the film that Boyce had seemed rather unfriendly, he said that while making the film, he’d found Boyce nice enough but very mysterious and kind of withdrawn. He also said that while Boyce had admitted to having some gay experiences in his life, he was essentially straight and that, along with a few other heterosexual members of the cast, he was determined that he not be tagged as gay just because he was in a queer film. My acquaintance thought my being so gay-associated might have made Boyce uncomfortable.


the entirety

 

No Easy Way (1996; dir. Jeffrey Fine)

Plot: ‘Matthew, a gay concert pianist played by Alan Boyce, has kept his HIV positive status secret and refuses help from family and doctors. On the night he loses his job playing mood music in a fancy hotel, Matthew meets an African American streetwise panhandler Diana (Khandi Alexander) and the pair become wary friends.’

Note: ‘As Boyce’s luck would have it, this hardly seen, little noticed, low budget tear jerker gave him his only post-‘Permanent Record’ opportunity to both star in a movie and show off his considerable gifts as a traditional actor. The movie itself gets a few points for being somewhat restrained in its emotional button pushing and instant messaging of the importance of tolerance, but, other than the performances, it’s a rote affair mostly suitable for the collections of completist Khandi Alexander fans.

 

Kiss and Tell (1996; dir. Jordan Alan)

Plot: ‘Justine Bateman plays Molly, a performance artist who turns up dead with a carrot up her butt by LAX. Three detectives interview her friends lead by Heather Graham to find out who killed her and why.’

Note: This is a truly dreadful movie in every way possible. Boyce is in it for maybe five minutes tops and does next to nothing.


Trailer

 

Around this time I was buying tickets to see a matinee of some forgotten movie when I saw Boyce in the lobby looking extremely high on something and barely able to walk. Everyyone in the lobby was staring at him. He was with a girl who steered him with great difficulty into the theater. It was an unnerving and depressing sight. The next time I saw a friend who’d worked on a film with Boyce, I told him about what I’d witnessed, and he responded with much exasperation that he and everyone he knew were really fed up with Boyce’s drug problems. He said the problem was bad and obvious enough that Boyce was losing a lot of acting jobs, but that friends’ and colleague’s concern hadn’t seemed to have any impact on the problem.

 

Red Ribbon Blues (1996; dir. Charles Winkler)

Plot: ‘A wacky group of HIV+ queers decide to take on the drug companies who are limiting their access to the AIDS drug, D-64. RuPaul and Lypsinka (both out of drag) play a long-term gay couple who join with Paul Mercurio and Debi Mazar as an unlikely gang of drugstore robbers.’

Note: I haven’t seen this film. The one person I know who’s seen it didn’t remember even seeing Boyce in the movie, so his role must be very small.


Trailer

 

Skin and Bone (1997; dir. Everett Lewis)

Plot: ‘Inevitably set in Los Angeles, amid that city’s arid strip malls, newsstands, and endless dusty streets, Skin and Bone prowls through the insular world of a trio of rent boys controlled by a mysterious madam named Ghislaine (Nicole Dillenberg). Harry (b. Wyatt) is an ambitious hunk who splits his time between tricking and trying to make it as a movie star. Handsome Dean (Alan Boyce) is younger and more naïve and falls into whoredom through a kind of pathetic disengagement with life that saturates this world and its denizens. A clueless pal of Harry’s, Billy (Garrett Scullin), gets sucked into the life with disastrous results.’

Note: Skin and Bone was one of the most controversial films of the so-called Queer Cinema genre and is often lumped together with the crappy film based on my novel Frisk, but it is a far superior work. As has been the case with many of director Everett Lewis’s films, it had a limited release and has been more discussed than seen. Boyce plays a particularly effective variation on his usual emotionally remote, sympathetic lost boy character.

Watch the trailer here

 

Nowhere (1997; dir. Gregg Araki)

Plot: ‘Nowhere chronicles a day (and night) in the lives of a group of 20 or more alienated Los Angeles teenagers in their personal lives of despair, alienation, failing relationships and more. Centering on one 18-year-old named Dark, an alienated UCLA film student; his bisexual African-American girlfriend Mel; her purple-haired, acid-tongued lesbian girlfriend Lucifer; Dark’s homosexual classmate Montgomery; and Montgomery’s poetess friend Alyssa.’

Note: Boyce’s last role is a tiny, barely noticeable turn as one of many bored, arch, pessimistic young hipsters who orbit around James Duval’s central character in this third part of Araki’s ‘Beverly Hills 90210 on acid’ trilogy of films.


Trailer

 

Shortly after the release of Nowhere, I was talking with a young film director acquaintance. He was planning a new movie, and I suggested Boyce as someone he might consider for the main role. He said he had thought of Boyce for the part and had made some inquiries in that regard, only to be told that something really terrible had happened to the actor, and he was not available.

The next time I talked to a friend of mine who knew and had worked with Boyce, I asked what had happened. He said Boyce had had a very bad drug overdose that almost killed him, and, possibly as the result of suffering a related stroke, he had serious neurological damage and was back on the East Coast living with and being taken care of by his parents. About a year later, I asked this same friend how Boyce was doing, and he said no one he knew had heard anything from or about him.

 


Alan Boyce and Julia Roberts auditioning in 1986

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Thank you for talking to Nick. ** alex rose, Hi, buddy. Oh, cool, about Gaahl. He paints? I’ll go find some online evidence. Renaissance-y man. Dude, no comfort, I know, but it’s the same in the film world, from my experience. Film programmers can be the rudest, most neglectful people possible. Like answering a simple email with a simple answer is ebola or something. Leaving people hanging when it would take a minute tops to give them a rest, or even taking a mere few seconds to type ‘yes’ or ‘no’. It seems really chickenshit. So I feel you and dig you. I’m good apart from trying to pull teeth from two international programmers who said yes to a ‘PGL’ screening with Zac and me in attendance and now can’t seem to be bothered to tell us the screening dates less than a month before they’re supposed to be happening. So there’s that grr, but A-okay otherwise. Fuck em all, for sure, and love you too. ** Keaton, No good pastry in Florida? Weird, isn’t it? Even in LA, you just can’t find great pastries if you’re hep to what pastries can be. I think the galleries have just restarted their shows after the summer break, and in fact I was just about to hit the listings and see what the booty’s like out there. So I’ll let you know, and, for now, probably. Hope your weekend flew by. ** Mark Gluth, Hi, Mark. We’ve been in touch, and now I’m counting down the days! Whoo-hoo! ** Misanthrope, Yeah, but I do like poetry when it’s chilly and precise and abstract too. And getting that right, which isn’t easy, is gutsy, even if the pages don’t show much that’s going on below the poet’s neck. I wish artists in every medium were as daring and carefree as musicians and music artists are. That’s why music has so often been such an influence and template for me. Contemporary music has a gigantic reach, from the most radical stuff to the most polished, trad stuff, and I don’t think any other medium allows artists so much room to move and also to succeed with audiences in some way. ** Dominik, Hi, Dominik! Oh, could that bookstore I frequented and love still exist? Let me check. Hold on. Holy shit, it does! That amazes me. It’s The Book Exchange. Is that where you went? Wow, amazing it’s still there 30 years later. That’s crazy. My trusted reader is currently hitting a tight deadline, so I have to wait until they finish what they’re working on before they can read my novel, which hopefully will be this week. The wait is driving me completely crazy. Well, not really, but … The TV project is back, yes. Gisele’s working on the edit of the test footage with Zac’s and my input, and I’m about to start looking for 10 – 15 minutes’ worth of stuff that we can cut from each of the episode scripts because we have to. So, yes. For better or worse. Oh, that show you went to seems like shows I used to go to in the late punk era in LA. Punk scene guys out west could get very violent. I got swept into a nasty pit once and got pretty beaten up by some guys and had my shirt ripped off and then was grabbed by bouncers and dragged to the exit and thrown outside, all in the course of about a minute and a half. Memorable. My weekend was pretty okay, working. How’s your week ahead looking? Any fun signs? Lots of love back! ** Nick Toti, Hi, man. My honor my privilege, thank you so much again! ** Steve Erickson, Hi. I know Seth Price’s Vimeo page. I have one eye on him, although I did miss that new, big project. Gaahl is a solo artist now? ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks a lot for watching the film and talking to Nick, man. ** Bill, Hey. Thanks for attending to Nick’s film. TV project is proceeding without that being a nice, interesting thing but out of necessity, but I suppose meeting necessity’s demands is pleasurable in a way. Cool you’re reading Richard Cheim’s book. I’m just crazy about his prose. ** Okay. This is quite an old post, as you can probably tell. Strangely, things around Boyce’s disappearance seem to be as mysterious now as were many years ago, as far as I can tell. See you tomorrow.

14 Comments

  1. The Alan Boyce story is Really Sad. Fascinating that he worked with great queer filmmakers like Everett Lewis and Greg Araki. Horrible about his drug addiction and strokes.

    Meanwhile on a happier note It’s Arthur Freed’s Birthday

  2. Hey!

    So Slipknot was actually pretty damn impressive. They seem to be very keen on what makes a good rock concert and they really fucking delivered. I was pretty taken back by the whole spectacle of the thing. The crowd was what you could expect from a mainstream metal festival (lots of cargo shorts and tube socks). Booked it the second it was over.

    I sent you an email with the manu. I’m going to start sending it around pretty soon, but not exactly sure where yet. It would probably help if I sat down and came up with a title for the fucking thing, haha. Speaking of books I just got Brian Allen Car’s newest ‘Road Warrior Hawk’. Pretty damn funny until it caught me by surprise. Very ninja like of him.

    Are you still filming for the next movie? I remember you said something about getting shots of construction sites, or was that for PGL?

    I finally saw ‘John Wick 2’, and I liked it a lot more than I expected. Going to see the third one very soon.

    Not a whole lot new for me. Thinking about growing a beard, but it’s still so damn hot so maybe/maybe not. Other than that I don’t have a whole lot of free time because of school. And I’m about to get a job making sandwiches at a coffee shop. I’m also considering taking a sobriety break. I seem to say that a lot, but it’s starting to become more hassle than escape, so I think a break’s necessary.

    How’s everything for you? What’s your favorite snack? Right now I’ve been eating a lot of berries: blues, blacks, rasp, etc. But I ate some cheese before going to bed and am seriously paying for it this morning.

    Have a good day.

  3. This is such a sad story. The Skin and Bone thriller looks great; will try to find a copy. Most of the 90s New Queer Cinema films are not so easy to come by these days, now that SF lost all its obsessive art/cult video rental places.

    Been quiet around here, but this coming weekend is jam-packed with the SF Electronic Music Festival, among others. Yow.

    Bill

  4. alex rose TRAUMA season 4 ep 18

    dennis, haha,

    jimi finally awoke and emailed back saying he’d post my work to me at the cost of 3 k + but he’d pay for it, so i took a deep breath and walked around this upturned skull of a city shouting at clouds etc, i replied later to jimi saying keep my work, whats the point in burning that bridge ? and id possibly getting black balled in the ny art scene, as of now he has all my work and im showing in his space, east village or tribeca in april

    it only takes once person to like my work and you know ? something good could happen, hahaha, oh stop

    im sorry if i came across pissed as in angry, but i was, with at alot of people, anyway tonight all is good

    dennis, i was just thinking that you’ve been very supportive to me over the years and im really gratefull for that, it’s mostly your fault, haha

    love to you, as always, alex,x

  5. dennis

    have you seen this trailer, the painted bird ?

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH5YKki0KBs

    ooh, il be outside the cinema ringing a bell, atop a cockeyed goat

    we need more necrorealism in cinema

    they seem to have raided yevgeny yufit’s work here but still….

    love, a

  6. I remember one of my first stays in Paris, a line of people lined up on a Saturday night, not to get into a club, but rather to see the baker on Montmartre. I’m pretty sure one of the best pastries ever was a mushroom tart thingie. I don’t eat sweets much. I learned to make meringue one time as a kid so I’m kind of obsesssed with it. I havent eaten bread for years, but now I’m totally into it. Florida’s a tough one, I tell ya. Rough around the edges. Oh, the shows in Paris can be so exiting. Do let me know. I will be that way soon.
    Not sure I know Alan Boyce, surely I do. Funny how Hollywood works. The money and gone. I have to wonder sometimes, where is Judd Nelson these days?
    Shark infested love

  7. A very sad and mysterious story, this. On a similarly sombre note, tonight I saw a new BBC doc called Darren McGarvey’s Scotland where the rapper and social commentator looked at why in 2018 Dundee became the drug death capital of Europe. It’s a side to the city that I don’t ever see, being insulated here inside a flat in the West End. There’s a major public health crisis out there beyond all the glittery art and design happenings.

  8. Hi Dennis,

    I’m finally back among the living – my new show in LA opened on Saturday and now I feel much lighter. I’ll email you photos this week. It was good. Lots of people showed up, I sold a few things and nobody yelled at me or called me a fraud. So, success. I have no idea what’s been going on with you of late so I hope things are good and I’m looking forward to getting back to my daily lurking and occasional commenting. Love, B.

  9. Dennis, Hiii…I agree with everything you just typed there. So the question is: why do you think that is?

  10. Hey Dennis!
    Thanks for the encouragement about the LDR essay. I’m waiting to get my edits back, and I guess it’ll be up on LARB in a week or two. I think I ended up striking a healthy balance between personal reportage and cultural criticism, although it’s hard to say if people will like it. Ultimately thesis is that neoliberal feminism is the wrong framework to use in discussions Lana Del Rey’s music, but it appears that the media is gonna keep discussing her work in the framework of neoliberal feminism nonetheless. It seems that we want our artists to accommodate to the media’s terms instead of meeting our artists on their own terms. Lana actually insulted an NPR critic on Twitter recently, saying that “I don’t even relate to one observation you made about the music. I may never have made bold political or cultural statements before, because my gift is the warmth I live my life with and the self reflection I share generously.” It’s an idea that I’m kind of really fascinated by lately, the idea that being a warm, generous person is seen as a sign of weakness or a sign of shirking your civic responsibility. You can act like a total asshole & treat people like shit if they’re not sufficiently liberal, but if you telegraph the correct political or social messages to the outside world, then you’ll be seen as a hero or a feminist or whatever. It’s hard to explain exactly; Mary Gaitskill actually has a couple essays in which she remarks upon the veneration of sociopathy as a sign of virtue in contemporary American life. Do you ever feel that way about America? I’ve always felt in your fiction there’s a fluidity btwn the violence and the tenderness, and the artistic impact can’t be neatly telegraphed onto a political binary of conservative/liberal, etc. I feel that most of my favorite artists aren’t political in that sense, their aims are more spiritual/metaphysical…Do you even like Lana Del Rey? Also, do you ever feel like critics/readers consume your work in bad faith as they sometimes do with Lana’s?
    Believe it or not, I actually received a personalized rejection from the New Yorker last week–they said they “admired my fiction,” which was really cool to hear, especially since I submitted thru the slush pile. Lonely Christopher also referred me to a writer’s residency with Fence Books, although I probably won’t get it because I’m not a Fence contributor. But I was grateful he did that, and I’m feeling really confident about my writing right now. What do you think I should do? LA is becoming more and more appealing these days–I kind of just want to go to the beach all the time and then get tacos and go on long walks at night. Which neighborhoods in LA do you think I would like? I hear Silver Lake is past its hipster stage & is now onto its yuppie stage. That’s kind of like Prenzlauer Berg in Berlin I guess. But I kind of want to come back to Europe & just play & read books all day while I work on my novel & try to get a new story published. Is it bad that I only work like 10-15 hours a week? I guess I work on my fiction & essays over 20 hours a week, too, but I literally just don’t want to have a real job. Is that entitled of me? I just get really anxious & irritable in office spaces.
    As far as what I’m reading right now, I recently discovered Yukio Mishima. Pretty late for me to discover him, but I’m really really loving his work. I’m reading Confessions of a Mask right now. It reminds me a lot of Kevin Killian’s writing actually, although from Kevin’s prose I’ve always gotten a warm, bright texture. Mishima is very turquoise/pearl to me. My writing heroes have gone from Justin Torres (age 20) to you (21-22) to Mary Gaitskill (23) to now Mishima and Alexander Chee (24). I also really want to read the new Ariana Reines collection soon. I might take the train down to Manhattan & hear her read at the Poetry Project on Wednesday.
    Looking forward to hearing back from you. If you have any suggestions or advice on what you think I should do in the next few months–try to crank out a first draft of my novel or apply to grad school or whatever you think would be the best move–I’d be grateful for the guidance.

  11. Actually, Gaahl has a new band called Gaahls Wyrd. Their debut album came out in May.

    I met with the actor today, and it went well. I haven’t been in touch with him much lately, but I thought it was interesting that he didn’t realize the voice-over text was autobiographical till I told him. Even though all the experiences and opinions in it are mine, with minimal changes made, I tried to write it so that it sounded like a character’s voice. He won’t have time to record this till October at the earliest, but that’s fine.

    Have you heard anything about Boyce since this post first went up? I got curious and entered his name into Instagram – nothing about his current whereabouts, but PERMANENT RECORD, TOTALLY FUCKED UP & NOWHERE still have avid fans.

    The sheer lack of curiosity among festival programmers I’ve sometimes see amazes me, but I’ve seen the other side of film programming too, where they have 40 Vimeo links to watch in a brief amount of time to fit 5 slots. Getting ghosted like that stinks, but these days people simply don’t respond to E-mail if their answer is no.

  12. Thanks for putting this together. I have wondered what ever happen to Alan Boyce. I really like his work and thought he was on his way to huge success. Sorry he’s had it so rough.

  13. Yeah okay well that sucks. I just watched Totally fucked Up on kanopy and wondered.

  14. For years I had been wondering whatever happend to him. Permanent Record has a special place in my heart and I thought his performance was stellar. Thanks for this write up, very sad to hear about his fate.

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