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Post by wolf on Sept 19, 2019 15:53:12 GMT
9/19/2019.....It's time. This is a year for great things.
Remembering Sai Dalglish.
The eloquent Gentleman Professor RockStar.
The Gunslinger, with the cerulean blue winking eyes and the smile that made everyone around him smile.
.....and it's really no surprise to me that this turns out to be my 1,319th post.
Ka demands, the Wolf abides.
John inspired great love and intense loyalty in everyone who knew him. I was merely one of many.
I miss my good friend and our long talks on and off the board.
I am not, and was not anyone particularly special. Sai (as i have always called him) was nice to everybody.
He loved, and was good to, and kind to, all who were around him.
He was a great friend to me, much like a brother, or a favorite uncle, and definitely a teacher. My Professor.
I will never forget him telling me about Ludovico Ariosto's epic poem : "Orlando Furioso" (Raging Roland) and how it inspired many authors/poets as well as Robert Browning.That was only one of the valuable things he taught me.
Paul Antriedes' mentat, Thufir Hawat and Roland Deschain's Cort has nothing on Sai Dalglish.
I have very fond memories of his talking about all things "great craic". In a thread, where we never engaged in "recreational profanity", but heartily agreed that it was so funny, and fun stress relief, when mastered and used with wit and skill. He laughed and said, "Mother Wolf, it will be all over Glascow by Monday morning!" Referring to the term 'recreational profanity', he was. I loved learning about "Burns Night", and how that holiday is celebrated, as well as the days long "Hogmanay". He told me, "Mother Wolf, Christmas is for children. Hogmanay is for the adults."
I will never forget all the music we shared with one another and everyone else. Nor shall I forget our making up the perfect soundtrack selections for the Dark Tower movie. And dreaming up the finest cast for that film too.
I still like thinking about the old board threads like the 'Ark' and the 'Library', that everyone filled with their most loved creatures and favorite books of all types. And all the highly entertaining conversations that went on over it all. I, always hanging on every word Sai said.
He really was my hero. I asked him one Sunday morning, if he minded me calling him 'Sai', and of course, he smiled and said, "Sai away, Mother Wolf." I will never call anyone "Sai" with a capital S ever again. That is just for John.
I have treasured a beautiful postcard he mailed to me from London once. It was one, of quite a few, that went into the post for friends that day. The back of it was filled with lovely notes and signatures. I was thrilled to receive it, so proud of it. And I am still so grateful that my friend thought enough of me, lowly me...to go to the time, trouble and expense to get it to my mailbox. "No worries", he would say. Only when John said that to you, did all anxiety dissipate and evaporate away, like it had never been there in the first place. He just had that easy, kind and comforting way about him.
It was John, who had faith in me and encouraged me to pick up pens, pencils and drawing pad again. He urged me to take the time to dig up my buried talents and make good with them. And I am happy to say I obeyed him, and I am doing very well for it right now. Forever ever in debt to your priceless advice, Sai. My Dinh.
All that above is just a smattering of memories. I could go on for days about "Mardi Gras", discussing and speculating about all things "19" and so much more. But that's enough, and I know no one wants me go on much longer. 
I know where John Dalglish is.
He has R.isen I.n P.eace.
He has his 'length of days'.....his longest most pleasant days and nights.
He is spending his best times in all the Cantinas of the universe,
in the company of all he loves, and with great wise wits the likes of Robbie Burns,
St. Francis, Oscar Wilde and so many others.
Discussing all the wondrous divine secrets of the world and heavens, and more,
over fine Whiskey's and Irish Coffee's.
And having so many great laughs,
deftly and strategically putting 'recreational profanity' to good fun use.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky,
in that ever expanding heavenly Rock Band.
And I am happy for him.
I love you Sai, we all do and we miss you, our great friend.
These songs are for you today, just to say hey:
"Knockin' On Heavens Door"
-Bob Dylan-
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star!....(if you listen to the wind you can still hear him play)"
-Bad Company-
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune...something to make this old heart feel..."
-Traffic-
"...and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again"
-Charlie Puth-
John!.....Keep puttin' the good word in for us Gunslinger. 
And he is playing the great gig in the sky
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2019 0:16:07 GMT
9/19/2019.....It's time. This is a year for great things.
Remembering Sai Dalglish.
The eloquent Gentleman Professor RockStar.
The Gunslinger, with the cerulean blue winking eyes and the smile that made everyone around him smile.
.....and it's really no surprise to me that this turns out to be my 1,319th post.
Ka demands, the Wolf abides.
John inspired great love and intense loyalty in everyone who knew him. I was merely one of many.
I miss my good friend and our long talks on and off the board.
I am not, and was not anyone particularly special. Sai (as i have always called him) was nice to everybody.
He loved, and was good to, and kind to, all who were around him.
He was a great friend to me, much like a brother, or a favorite uncle, and definitely a teacher. My Professor.
I will never forget him telling me about Ludovico Ariosto's epic poem : "Orlando Furioso" (Raging Roland) and how it inspired many authors/poets as well as Robert Browning.That was only one of the valuable things he taught me.
Paul Antriedes' mentat, Thufir Hawat and Roland Deschain's Cort has nothing on Sai Dalglish.
I have very fond memories of his talking about all things "great craic". In a thread, where we never engaged in "recreational profanity", but heartily agreed that it was so funny, and fun stress relief, when mastered and used with wit and skill. He laughed and said, "Mother Wolf, it will be all over Glascow by Monday morning!" Referring to the term 'recreational profanity', he was. I loved learning about "Burns Night", and how that holiday is celebrated, as well as the days long "Hogmanay". He told me, "Mother Wolf, Christmas is for children. Hogmanay is for the adults."
I will never forget all the music we shared with one another and everyone else. Nor shall I forget our making up the perfect soundtrack selections for the Dark Tower movie. And dreaming up the finest cast for that film too.
I still like thinking about the old board threads like the 'Ark' and the 'Library', that everyone filled with their most loved creatures and favorite books of all types. And all the highly entertaining conversations that went on over it all. I, always hanging on every word Sai said.
He really was my hero. I asked him one Sunday morning, if he minded me calling him 'Sai', and of course, he smiled and said, "Sai away, Mother Wolf." I will never call anyone "Sai" with a capital S ever again. That is just for John.
I have treasured a beautiful postcard he mailed to me from London once. It was one, of quite a few, that went into the post for friends that day. The back of it was filled with lovely notes and signatures. I was thrilled to receive it, so proud of it. And I am still so grateful that my friend thought enough of me, lowly me...to go to the time, trouble and expense to get it to my mailbox. "No worries", he would say. Only when John said that to you, did all anxiety dissipate and evaporate away, like it had never been there in the first place. He just had that easy, kind and comforting way about him.
It was John, who had faith in me and encouraged me to pick up pens, pencils and drawing pad again. He urged me to take the time to dig up my buried talents and make good with them. And I am happy to say I obeyed him, and I am doing very well for it right now. Forever ever in debt to your priceless advice, Sai. My Dinh.
All that above is just a smattering of memories. I could go on for days about "Mardi Gras", discussing and speculating about all things "19" and so much more. But that's enough, and I know no one wants me go on much longer.
I know where John Dalglish is.
He has R.isen I.n P.eace.
He has his 'length of days'.....his longest most pleasant days and nights.
He is spending his best times in all the Cantinas of the universe,
in the company of all he loves, and with great wise wits the likes of Robbie Burns,
St. Francis, Oscar Wilde and so many others.
Discussing all the wondrous divine secrets of the world and heavens, and more,
over fine Whiskey's and Irish Coffee's.
And having so many great laughs,
deftly and strategically putting 'recreational profanity' to good fun use.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky,
in that ever expanding heavenly Rock Band.
And I am happy for him.
I love you Sai, we all do and we miss you, our great friend.
These songs are for you today, just to say hey:
"Knockin' On Heavens Door"
-Bob Dylan-
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star!....(if you listen to the wind you can still hear him play)"
-Bad Company-
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune...something to make this old heart feel..."
-Traffic-
"...and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again"
-Charlie Puth-
John!.....Keep puttin' the good word in for us Gunslinger.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky
A beautiful heartfelt tribute Wolf, he sounds like he was one of a kind. You honor him well. |
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Post by spideyman on Sept 20, 2019 0:34:20 GMT
9/19/2019.....It's time. This is a year for great things.
Remembering Sai Dalglish.
The eloquent Gentleman Professor RockStar.
The Gunslinger, with the cerulean blue winking eyes and the smile that made everyone around him smile.
.....and it's really no surprise to me that this turns out to be my 1,319th post.
Ka demands, the Wolf abides.
John inspired great love and intense loyalty in everyone who knew him. I was merely one of many.
I miss my good friend and our long talks on and off the board.
I am not, and was not anyone particularly special. Sai (as i have always called him) was nice to everybody.
He loved, and was good to, and kind to, all who were around him.
He was a great friend to me, much like a brother, or a favorite uncle, and definitely a teacher. My Professor.
I will never forget him telling me about Ludovico Ariosto's epic poem : "Orlando Furioso" (Raging Roland) and how it inspired many authors/poets as well as Robert Browning.That was only one of the valuable things he taught me.
Paul Antriedes' mentat, Thufir Hawat and Roland Deschain's Cort has nothing on Sai Dalglish.
I have very fond memories of his talking about all things "great craic". In a thread, where we never engaged in "recreational profanity", but heartily agreed that it was so funny, and fun stress relief, when mastered and used with wit and skill. He laughed and said, "Mother Wolf, it will be all over Glascow by Monday morning!" Referring to the term 'recreational profanity', he was. I loved learning about "Burns Night", and how that holiday is celebrated, as well as the days long "Hogmanay". He told me, "Mother Wolf, Christmas is for children. Hogmanay is for the adults."
I will never forget all the music we shared with one another and everyone else. Nor shall I forget our making up the perfect soundtrack selections for the Dark Tower movie. And dreaming up the finest cast for that film too.
I still like thinking about the old board threads like the 'Ark' and the 'Library', that everyone filled with their most loved creatures and favorite books of all types. And all the highly entertaining conversations that went on over it all. I, always hanging on every word Sai said.
He really was my hero. I asked him one Sunday morning, if he minded me calling him 'Sai', and of course, he smiled and said, "Sai away, Mother Wolf." I will never call anyone "Sai" with a capital S ever again. That is just for John.
I have treasured a beautiful postcard he mailed to me from London once. It was one, of quite a few, that went into the post for friends that day. The back of it was filled with lovely notes and signatures. I was thrilled to receive it, so proud of it. And I am still so grateful that my friend thought enough of me, lowly me...to go to the time, trouble and expense to get it to my mailbox. "No worries", he would say. Only when John said that to you, did all anxiety dissipate and evaporate away, like it had never been there in the first place. He just had that easy, kind and comforting way about him.
It was John, who had faith in me and encouraged me to pick up pens, pencils and drawing pad again. He urged me to take the time to dig up my buried talents and make good with them. And I am happy to say I obeyed him, and I am doing very well for it right now. Forever ever in debt to your priceless advice, Sai. My Dinh.
All that above is just a smattering of memories. I could go on for days about "Mardi Gras", discussing and speculating about all things "19" and so much more. But that's enough, and I know no one wants me go on much longer. 
I know where John Dalglish is.
He has R.isen I.n P.eace.
He has his 'length of days'.....his longest most pleasant days and nights.
He is spending his best times in all the Cantinas of the universe,
in the company of all he loves, and with great wise wits the likes of Robbie Burns,
St. Francis, Oscar Wilde and so many others.
Discussing all the wondrous divine secrets of the world and heavens, and more,
over fine Whiskey's and Irish Coffee's.
And having so many great laughs,
deftly and strategically putting 'recreational profanity' to good fun use.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky,
in that ever expanding heavenly Rock Band.
And I am happy for him.
I love you Sai, we all do and we miss you, our great friend.
These songs are for you today, just to say hey:
"Knockin' On Heavens Door"
-Bob Dylan-
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star!....(if you listen to the wind you can still hear him play)"
-Bad Company-
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune...something to make this old heart feel..."
-Traffic-
"...and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again"
-Charlie Puth-
John!.....Keep puttin' the good word in for us Gunslinger.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky
Beautiful tribute ! Lest we forget: Long days and pleasant nights whirled peas someone pissed in my corn flakes |
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Post by neesy on Sept 20, 2019 1:32:17 GMT
9/19/2019.....It's time. This is a year for great things.
Remembering Sai Dalglish.
The eloquent Gentleman Professor RockStar.
The Gunslinger, with the cerulean blue winking eyes and the smile that made everyone around him smile.
.....and it's really no surprise to me that this turns out to be my 1,319th post.
Ka demands, the Wolf abides.
John inspired great love and intense loyalty in everyone who knew him. I was merely one of many.
I miss my good friend and our long talks on and off the board.
I am not, and was not anyone particularly special. Sai (as i have always called him) was nice to everybody.
He loved, and was good to, and kind to, all who were around him.
He was a great friend to me, much like a brother, or a favorite uncle, and definitely a teacher. My Professor.
I will never forget him telling me about Ludovico Ariosto's epic poem : "Orlando Furioso" (Raging Roland) and how it inspired many authors/poets as well as Robert Browning.That was only one of the valuable things he taught me.
Paul Antriedes' mentat, Thufir Hawat and Roland Deschain's Cort has nothing on Sai Dalglish.
I have very fond memories of his talking about all things "great craic". In a thread, where we never engaged in "recreational profanity", but heartily agreed that it was so funny, and fun stress relief, when mastered and used with wit and skill. He laughed and said, "Mother Wolf, it will be all over Glascow by Monday morning!" Referring to the term 'recreational profanity', he was. I loved learning about "Burns Night", and how that holiday is celebrated, as well as the days long "Hogmanay". He told me, "Mother Wolf, Christmas is for children. Hogmanay is for the adults."
I will never forget all the music we shared with one another and everyone else. Nor shall I forget our making up the perfect soundtrack selections for the Dark Tower movie. And dreaming up the finest cast for that film too.
I still like thinking about the old board threads like the 'Ark' and the 'Library', that everyone filled with their most loved creatures and favorite books of all types. And all the highly entertaining conversations that went on over it all. I, always hanging on every word Sai said.
He really was my hero. I asked him one Sunday morning, if he minded me calling him 'Sai', and of course, he smiled and said, "Sai away, Mother Wolf." I will never call anyone "Sai" with a capital S ever again. That is just for John.
I have treasured a beautiful postcard he mailed to me from London once. It was one, of quite a few, that went into the post for friends that day. The back of it was filled with lovely notes and signatures. I was thrilled to receive it, so proud of it. And I am still so grateful that my friend thought enough of me, lowly me...to go to the time, trouble and expense to get it to my mailbox. "No worries", he would say. Only when John said that to you, did all anxiety dissipate and evaporate away, like it had never been there in the first place. He just had that easy, kind and comforting way about him.
It was John, who had faith in me and encouraged me to pick up pens, pencils and drawing pad again. He urged me to take the time to dig up my buried talents and make good with them. And I am happy to say I obeyed him, and I am doing very well for it right now. Forever ever in debt to your priceless advice, Sai. My Dinh.
All that above is just a smattering of memories. I could go on for days about "Mardi Gras", discussing and speculating about all things "19" and so much more. But that's enough, and I know no one wants me go on much longer.
I know where John Dalglish is.
He has R.isen I.n P.eace.
He has his 'length of days'.....his longest most pleasant days and nights.
He is spending his best times in all the Cantinas of the universe,
in the company of all he loves, and with great wise wits the likes of Robbie Burns,
St. Francis, Oscar Wilde and so many others.
Discussing all the wondrous divine secrets of the world and heavens, and more,
over fine Whiskey's and Irish Coffee's.
And having so many great laughs,
deftly and strategically putting 'recreational profanity' to good fun use.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky,
in that ever expanding heavenly Rock Band.
And I am happy for him.
I love you Sai, we all do and we miss you, our great friend.
These songs are for you today, just to say hey:
"Knockin' On Heavens Door"
-Bob Dylan-
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star!....(if you listen to the wind you can still hear him play)"
-Bad Company-
"Dear Mr. Fantasy, play us a tune...something to make this old heart feel..."
-Traffic-
"...and I'll tell you all about it when I see you again"
-Charlie Puth-
John!.....Keep puttin' the good word in for us Gunslinger.
And he is playing the great gig in the sky
I didn't join SKMB until 2012 but I did hear many tales of John
I even have his picture! I hope it shows up here - it sounds like he was quite a guy (of course being a Scot he would be!)
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 12:35:24 GMT
Thank you @notaro,spideyman and neesy.
I remember that picture nees, you posted it on page 88 of the Cantina here on the playground.
Cool pic of him. Looks a lot like his profile pic on the SKMB.
I tried to do a good job with my post, without blathering on until it turned into a novella.
Yes John was special. Absolutely no doubt about that.
And like I said, he was a gentleman.
One of his constant Cantina companions was Nicola, an Irish woman.
She was a good friend he always sat with, and together they shared Irish coffee's.
I miss Cola too.
He was definitely a proud Scot from Glascow, but he had great admiration and respect for all the Celts. As well as EVERYONE else.
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Post by neesy on Sept 20, 2019 15:36:11 GMT
Thank you @notaro ,spideyman and neesy .
I remember that picture nees, you posted it on page 88 of the Cantina here on the playground.
Cool pic of him. Looks a lot like his profile pic on the SKMB.
I tried to do a good job with my post, without blathering on until it turned into a novella.
Yes John was special. Absolutely no doubt about that.
And like I said, he was a gentleman.
One of his constant Cantina companions was Nicola, an Irish woman.
She was a good friend he always sat with, and together they shared Irish coffee's.
I miss Cola too.
He was definitely a proud Scot from Glascow, but he had great admiration and respect for all the Celts. As well as EVERYONE else. Page 88? Of this Cantina?
Wow - I don't remember that
Anyway - your tribute to him was very lovely - I wish I could stay on here but my hairdresser is about a 40 minute drive away and I'm not ready to leave yet.
Bye for now (I miss the monkey driving the car like we have over at SKMB) - hey! Only three more days until Marsha returns  
p.s. That comment about him being a Scot therefore a great guy was just me being weird - the Scot I live with is nice most of the time but can be rather "dour" at times (le sigh as hollygolightly says)
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 17:02:15 GMT
P.S. I know neesy
John was a very modest man to be so much and so great.
I was merely echoing what I knew he would say if he were here. No worries.
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Sih Nah Luhno Key Kinoleh~ Shawnee For Goodbye
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Post by pegasus2161 on Sept 20, 2019 18:11:48 GMT
Remember 'whirled peas'?
Took me awhile to figure that out.
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 20:15:21 GMT
 This is the face that met me when I first arrived at the SKMB back in 2007.
John was diligent about greeting 'newbies', along with Lady Spidey, Gallina (who was known as Volic back then), MadamMack and Charms 7.
Sai was the very first person I conversed with.
The only differences between this photo and the one he used in his early posts, are that the pic was larger and you could see a lot more, his whole guitar was visible.
Lol, and his shirt said:
"Stop picturing me naked" , Sai sometimes photo shopped in different sayings on his shirt in this photo. I have a copy of it stored on my old computer. As well as another one he titled "Winter Plummage", as he had grown a full, rather long beard!
....just some more good memories of Sai.
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Post by osnafrank on Sept 20, 2019 21:00:19 GMT
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 21:11:42 GMT
Yes he was Frank
He still has a profile page on the SKMB, he is an "Eternal Member".
I know you'll find him there easily Domine Tech.
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Post by osnafrank on Sept 20, 2019 21:30:21 GMT
Yes he was Frank
He still has a profile page on the SKMB, he is an "Eternal Member".
I know you'll find him there easily Domine Tech.
But i`ve never heard from John.
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 21:37:50 GMT
Yes he was Frank
He still has a profile page on the SKMB, he is an "Eternal Member".
I know you'll find him there easily Domine Tech.
But i`ve never heard from John.
If it helps, go to my profile on the SKMB and click on people I follow.
On the second page of that, you will find John Dalglish.
Amanda Rose, (Maddie- on SKMB) has posted numerous vids there (on his profile comments), but there is one in particular that has a slide show of pic's that she compiled.
If I can, I will try to post a link to it. She did a really good job. |
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 21:45:03 GMT
Got the link.
I hope every one can see it.
There's great photos in the slide show.
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 21:50:50 GMT
Awwwwrrrrsome Music selections osnafrank, Sai would so appreciate that.
I know I do.
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 21:56:35 GMT
Frank?
What happened to your music vids????
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Post by osnafrank on Sept 20, 2019 22:18:11 GMT
Frank?
What happened to your music vids???? |
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Post by osnafrank on Sept 20, 2019 22:21:46 GMT
Frank?
What happened to your music vids???? Love you wolf |
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Post by wolf on Sept 20, 2019 22:24:17 GMT
Frank?
What happened to your music vids? Love you wolf |
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Post by hollygolightly on Sept 22, 2019 1:02:11 GMT
wolf That was an amazing tribute you to your friend. I was not on the SKMB when Sai Dalglish was, but he was beloved and never forgotten - that was clear - and he still often mentioned when I first joined - his presence was felt. Of all the many ways I've seen people try to explain him - your's is the most vivid image. I get it now and so wish I'd known him. What an amazing gift of a friend he was to you and for certain, you to him. Thanks for sharing that - it's an exquisite tribute.
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