Hey, It’s Spaceyamzz.
It’s been a tough couple days.
The city of Indianapolis has lost a beautiful gifted soul. Blttbyy, or Easton as he was known to his friends. I’ve been at lost for words the past day. I wasn’t sure how I could commemorate such an amazing and gifted soul and person.
So, I figured, why not write.
This is a letter to Easton.
Rest in peace, Easton. I got the news yesterday and I’ve been in a daze ever since. I miss you so much already. You’re like the little brother I never had. You know I’m an only child, so when I make connections with people they’re pretty special. And you, were a very special soul.
The first time we met was at Indy CD & Vinyl a few years ago. I came to see DMA and you were there to see BORED. I hadn’t even seen you come in, but you did, and you stood right by me. You just had this energy about you, and I was vibing out to DMA and so were you. We started talking and I was very impressed at how outgoing your were. In this nappy-city, it’s a rare occurrence.
We hung out the rest of that night, eating Qdoba, talking and walking around Broad Ripple. I teased you because I though you were young, only 18 and I was 23. Plus I had a boyfriend, so I couldn’t tell if you were flirting, or if it was just your way. It got late, and you offered to drive me home. I told you I drove, and you then offered to drive me to my car. Such a sweetheart. I declined, and you walked me to my car.
You asked for my number, and I figured you’d earned it. How often do you meet someone that you just, click, with so instantly?
I still worked at Marsh. I remember random evenings you’d come in, buy like one thing and come through my line. We’d chat and you’d always bag up groceries. Even lingering to chat longer and bag other people’s groceries. I worked with someone you had a class with so I’m not even sure the customers noticed you weren’t actually a Bagger.
I remember once your Mom and sister came though my line. You offered to bag, and she told you not to. Not realizing we were pretty much a team.
I remember meeting up with you, and you lugging this huge backpack with your laptop in it. Did you have speakers with you? I can’t remember. You played me some of your songs. A week later, I did a write up on you, in my notebook and showed you because I thought your music was cool.
You always encouraged always me to get my art out there. You know, you’re one of the first people I showed my collages too?
Easton, we were always on the same wavelength. When we met, we both wore brown Tortoise shell glasses. When I first started wearing my Clear frame glasses, I ran into you at a show with the SAME FRAMES on. #samebrain
Last month at Record Store Day, were ended up both matching! Whatt? I remember, you came over to me, and we both wore bright short sleeved floral button down shirts, shorts and clear framed glasses.#samebrain
And when I saw you DJ that night, I was floored. Though all that time, I’d never seen you preform. Yeah, I’d listened to your music, and you played me stuff years ago, but I hadn’t seen you, in your element. After the set that night, we chatted and I told you how proud I was of you. I felt like a big sister seeing my brother as an adult, for the first time. I saw how you commanded the audience and the energy you gave, and it was beautiful.
Easton, you are the most kindhearted, energetic, beautiful soul. I know you touched my heart in a way that I’ll never forget. I love you like a brother and I already miss you. I know I’ll see you again. We always seem to run into each over.
You will live on though the lives you touched, through your family, friends and fans. Your music will live on forever. Rest in Power, Blttbyy.
*All photos are by me, Spaceyamzz and shot on Impossible Project Film.