People were very sweet at David's funeral today, telling me what a great job I did with my tribute to David. Many of them wanted a copy of it so here it is:
David Enloe was my brother and my best friend. We were Mutt and Jeff, Abbott and Costello, Lewis and Martin, Lennon and McCartney and Jagger and Richards. We called ourselves The Dimmer Twins. We didn’t have the glimmer that Mick and Keith had, but we were sure trying.
Everyone here has great memories of David. Being his friend since the fourth grade, band mate since high school, roommate in college and on the road in bands with him for years, I literally have hundreds of “David stories” to tell. We used to do some really stupid stuff, and all in the name of entertainment. Once, we spent the whole school year in high school standing at the same corner in the hallway during our lunch period. The same corner, the same time, every day, for a year. In college we fought over whose turn it was to wash dishes… for three weeks. Finally, we put them all in a box, walked out the back door and one by one threw them all into the woods and then went out and bought more. Don’t ask me who washed those. On one boring Sunday afternoon, he asked me “If there was anything in the world that you wanted to do right now, what would it be?” “Fly to New York”, I answered. He walked over the phone and called Delta. “When’s the next flight to New York?” he asked. Then I heard him say “20 minutes? HOLD THAT PLANE!” Now, we lived on the opposite side of town, 30 minutes away from the airport and hadn’t packed yet, but we got on that plane and stayed in New York for the entire following week…mostly trying to figger out how we were gonna get back home. We finally had to borrow money from my crazy aunt in New Jersey. I put off calling her as long as I could.
The list of memories is long, but like many of you, I will remember David mostly for his music. That will be and should be his legacy. I know we must have stayed up a thousand nights together, listening to, studying and many times writing music. David craved music like it was food for his soul. He taught me a lot about music. He taught me what good music was, what real music was. It was through David that I saw how powerful music could be.
Have you ever been to a concert (or in many cases here today, performed at a concert) where there were literally thousands of people singing together as one? Or I’m sure that here in this church every Sunday morning the entire congregation sings with one powerful voice it’s praises to God. That’s the power of music. David felt that power and lived for that power. He wanted desperately to use that power to bring people together with his music. He wanted to feel their joy, their happiness and their love for life…through his own music.
That’s a powerful feeling, and it’s an overwhelming feeling of love. Music IS love. And much like being in love, band mates and members of musical groups share their hopes and dreams and through their love of music they create children…songs. SONGS are the children created by the love of music. And our pride in these songs is almost as strong as the pride we have in our real children. And like our real children, we send them out into the world to try to change the world. Music is THAT strong. And unfortunately, (As we all feel now) much like love, when the music is over…it hurts. And it’s a deep hurt.
Music meant a lot more to David than to most people. It was more than just the noise they put between the news, weather and traffic report. It was more to him than something to hum along to while he shopped. When music was bad it hurt…or it “hurt his feelings” as he would say. And when the music was good, it excited him, like a war had ended, or he had just gotten a new car or he had just met the most beautiful girl. It meant everything to David.
We would often talk about the “music business” and David always said “it’s the business that’s killing the music”. And we see now, in these times, what he meant by that and how right he was. More and more, the music became about the packaging on the outside instead of the quality of the music on the inside. It became all about a pretty face instead of what was really pouring out of someone’s heart. With his music, David wasn’t afraid to open his heart and show everyone what was inside. It was love.
David loved people. He loved his family, all of his fans, all of his friends and he very much loved Susan and Will. I feel very blessed that David’s last words to me were “I love you”, and I’m sure he told many of you the same thing.
Certainly David’s death is a tragedy, at such a young age he had so much more love and music to give. But I will argue that his life was a success (look around you) and that the real tragedy is that more of the world hasn’t heard his music, or that more musicians don’t play their music with the same passion as David played his.
So go home and play David’s music, turn it up, laugh and cry and feel his joy.
Feel his love. Feel his life and feel the power of his music.
And while you’re listening…git ya hair up!
At this time I’d like to read some of David’s favorite passages from the bible.
From John 14:
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you; I will come back and take you to be with me that you may also be where I am.”
“I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”