Kyle Oyloe-A eulogy

Today would have been Kyle Oyloe's 50th birthday.

I only knew Kyle for six weeks in 2015.  We shared the stage a couple of times.  Had I stayed active on the CR music scene perhaps we could have worked together.  In his passing in October of 2015, I went out and found the Meekats Cds and a few choice projects he worked with Sarah Cram.

His sudden passing sent shock waves in the community, most notably from Julie, who remains his best friend, four years later.  She misses him a lot.  At times I wish that I could have sacrifice myself for him to live longer.

Kyle was a great guitar lead player.  He was a quirky songwriter.  I'm just a observationist who writes thoughts into songs. I can never fill Kyle's shoes in lead guitar.   When he and Julie played together, they had a bond, a connection that was magical and true.  When me and Julie play together it's a clash of the air masses, polar opposites on the musical tree.  It's not Nancy and Lee, nor Johnny and June, but rather Richard and Linda Thompson, or perhaps Buckingham/Nicks.   Kyle had the patience of a saint and could relate to Julie.   Any song they do, they made it work, our songs is a constant clash, two trains rolling into one another on the same track with no brakes to stop the train.

Kyle had his own demons, better living through chemicals one of the songs he did that got some airplay on college radio.  I have my own demons, of emotion, self doubt and wondering what purpose I have in life that connects me to Julie.   I am not sure I'm a good supporter of her causes.  She remains my favorite singer when she sings and plays. She loves her garden, loves animals and nature, loves Franklin and the cats, mostly Franklin is her world.   And of course Kyle, in spirit.

Kyle loved Motorhead, he also loved Hawkwind, that's probably where the connection between me and Kyle lies.  Had we known each other, perhaps that would our band, a hard rock, but while Kyle is more suited to any style of playing, mine is more garage rock and my dad's record collection.  He was great in metal bands, but with Julie he could adapt to her songs.  With me it's like pulling teeth.  When you replace a special someone in their lives, there's no way you can ever satisfy their wants or needs.  With Kyle and like a needle in a groove, with me, it's like the needle trying to find that groove and skating across that record.  It's never the same, especially if one cannot adapt to that person's needs.

If love can conquer all, it would be a easy world to live in.  From my viewpoint, it's not the same, the growing pains, the reminder of somebody that I never be.  I can never be the replacement that helps her get over losing Kyle.  Somehow his passing, she found herself sitting at my table at a jam and begin a relationship that had her wondering if I was going to ask her out, so she did.

Since I didn't know them personally, I never really knew what they were like as a couple.  I have known her for three and a half years now.  When people ask me about us, I say we are good friends and leave it at that.  If there's a connection between me and Kyle it would be that we do our best to look out for each other.  And somehow we're both shy and going through attention deficient disorder, tho my mind does wonder more than I let on.  And their love for each other is deep, and  always will be.  And if he was still alive, they would still be together and making music and playing together.   I wouldn't be a second thought.

So here's to you Kyle.  Hope you're having a good time jamming with Lemmy and the rest of the gang.

And Julie misses you as well.