Dean Sky-Lucas was one of those amazing friends who 6 months go by, you send each other endless memes and then a you have a flurry of contact. You message to vent about something, or reflect on a memory, which leads to a phone call, that leads to a catch up. And that catch up would lead to mutual bemoaning the world’s ills and lots and lots of laughter.
He was one of those people I thought of often - just small moments thinking “what would Dean make of this” or “I won’t if Dean has ever played this” etc
Dean and I worked together once, and from there it was like an instant connection, like two creative souls seeing eye to eye on the same level.
We plotted and schemed often to try and work together on something, so share that special common ground of pianist and conductor in a rehearsal room. But alas, that opportunity is no longer.
I will always remember with love our times in our little rare opera club during lockdown, where we had some truly memorable moments in the boredom.
I scrolled back in our chat history and came across this, a very typical moment of poetry from Dean.
Vale, you amazing human. 💕
