So a distant friend, someone I know who I have not seen in a while, but still like and would hug when I see them died last week. Brian Dotson will be greatly missed, not just because he knew a million people or because he ran a nightclub in the 2000’s but rather because of his kindness, his sweetness and generosity.
I met Brian through Greg A, and he was always the nicest person to me, happy to see me and hug me. No matter what I was wearing (and however out of place I looked at his club) he was kind and generous. We made bisquik pancakes together. He taught me to make tuna salad with raisins in it. And most kindly of all he smacked Greg A upside the head and told him I had a crush on him. He saw it even if no one else did. Brian and I sat around the kitchen talking music.
He let Adam book CosmoLava to have Neil Landstrumm play for a discounted rate and he happily offered so many other people DJing opportunities.
The last time I saw him we had lunch outside on Amsterdam avenue and we talked about hiking, dogs and who knows what else.
Rest in Peace Brian you will be missed greatly.
Death was originally published on Dreaming and Doing