The Andy Files – A New Blog Series
I just got a new phone and am trying to figure out how to transfer service and all my information from the old one. Pretty sure I’m doing it in absolutely the slowest, most idiotic way possible, but that’s not the point of today’s post. The only thing I actually care about on my old phone is one string of text messages that abruptly stopped in 2010. They were from my brilliant, hilarious and caring friend Andrew Wilfahrt. In 2010 he deployed to Afghanistan and never came home.
Andy didn’t live his life on paper. He didn’t follow prescribed paths. I can’t point to a marriage or a child or a career and say, “Here is what Andy was.” He could never be contained so easily. He sometimes graciously and sometimes not-so-graciously declined invitations from that compelling myth of a normal life. Music was his great love and his long term relationship. Social justice was his grand passion. Absurdity was his favorite hobby.
Last night I read through the entire canon of the text messages I received from Andy after he surprised us all with his mid-life decision to join the army. And as I read, crying and laughing and trying to imagine the trajectory of my friend’s life, if it had continued, I decided that some of his thoughts just had to be shared. So for the next week or two, I’d like to introduce our guest blogger, Mr. Andrew Charles Wilfahrt:
I borrowed several CDs of classical music from the post library today. The Dvorak violin concerto, Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade, three Haydn symphonies… all are marked “Property of the US Army.”
The idea of the world’s premiere fighting force owning countless albums from the philosophic and emotive tradition of antiquarian music struck me as enjoyably antithetical.