Artist: Nicholas Limczak
Album: Waking up hurts
Genre: Folk-punk

Super beautiful Folk Punk.

from the liner notes:
"We ended up on opposite sides of the country, in many senses of the word. Alaska is just about as different and as far away from Florida as you can get. But even though in the last few years Nick was alive, we only talked a few times a year, when we did, it was just like when we lived in the same town. The only thing that was different is that the last time I saw Nick he was happy. All the negativity of being stagnant for years, floating around from place ti place was washed away. He had found something that I still haven't. And in Classic Nick Fashion, he passed away when things were finally looking up for him. But i'm glad he actually got to feel at home, even if it was only for a short time. Nick died in Naples, Florida on December 6th, 2007. There was a formal viewing for family and friends before he was cremated and his ashes made there way back to Alaska He was laid to rest in a place that he visited daily. A celebration took place and people gathered, sang songs, told stories and remebered Nick in whatever way they saw fit. Here is a paraphrased retelling of that day from a friend who was there. It had been raining for 24 hours and the clouds stayed close to the ground. The sun tiredly surrendered and hid behind the mountain peaks. At first only a few people gathered in the little cove where, everyday, Nick walked his dog. Soon car load after car load of people appeared. People from all walks of life came to pay there respects. It hit me then how much he had grown and just how many lives he had touched. I was lucky enough to get to see Nick the last night he was alive. We visited, talked, drank, and spent time finding out what eachother had been doing as of late. At the end of the night we said our goodbye's. He was leaving to go back to Alaska and we knew we wouldn't see eachother for a while. it was the best possible way I could have goodbye to a friend."



Side one