The last time I saw Boyd, he looked tired. Not sleepy or sleep-deprived, but the kind of tired that leaves you feeling hollow and broken. It was after a show in Columbus, Ohio, where his project – Crystal Garden – had played a show and he wandered around the audience giving hugs and accepting pats on the back. When he got to me, he looked different and didn’t seem to recognize me.
I’d grown a little beard and it was late, but over the previous five years, we’d spent hours and hours talking – on his bus, his front porch, back stage and on Facetime – about his life and his passion for the forces that have guided it. (more…)