He looks like a firefighter, doesn't he? With the mustache and the haircut and the burly face? Here, we are in our thirties, with the wild idea of making our movie in the Mojave Desert.
And we did it, too. We put everything on the line. We bet it all. And even if the cards didn't fall our way in the end, we had a hell of a time playing the game. The trials of the production revealed his character: Chip was courageous, devoted, and optimitistic throughout. He was so much more to me than a friend during this production: we were partners, and that meant going through fire together and never looking back. The creative and collaborative process of making the film was a peak moment for each of us. I am so very grateful we shared that together.
We also shared a lot of high times together. None did we enjoy as much as the PB Jazz fest each year at the Hollywood bowl. The bellowing laugher you see here is the man Chip wanted us to remember. The tattoo was his connection to Kaua'i, to the ocean, and to the planet. But his laughter is what resounds loudest in my memory.
I miss you, my friend. But I'll see you soon enough.
On that day, let's meet in the gardens at Smilehouse...
.... where we spent so many nights looking at the moon...
...and seeing the face of God.
Rest in peace, my brother.
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