Last night Moogy Klingman, who wrote this song, died after a battle with cancer. He was a founding member of Todd’s Utopia, the band I went to Akron to see this past weekend. It was an emotional weekend. For some reason I’ve been thinking a lot more (even more than usual, if that’s possible) about mortality lately, of how everything beautiful is ephemeral, and something in the music put it right there in front of me. On Saturday night, they didn’t do this song, and Moogy wasn’t on stage with them, and now it’s clear why.

But before he went, as my friend said, he got the band back together.

This past January, J and I went to see Utopia play at Highline at a benefit show for Moogy, and when they did this song, it was emotionally just too much.

As I lay me down to take my rest
I see that it’s just dust in the wind

I don’t understand how people are ever able to confront the fact that they’re dying. I just don’t. I hope, though, that there’s something beautiful in it. Something worthy of this song.

Rest in Peace, Moogy.