Max and Luke became friends when they were 6 and played on the same soccer team. In the photo above, they were 8 year old headbangers. I can’t remember why they’re wearing those wacky outfits but I do recall being horrified when Luke’s mom let him get a bleached mohawk. In fact, she is an amazing mother.
Max and Luke started a band in our garage, and it lasted until they were young men and had a falling out that broke both their hearts. When Max was hurt last year, Luke came to the hospital and cried at his bedside. Max pulled through and their beautiful friendship was repaired.
I know that this was part of Max’s unfinished business to complete. Luke knows it too. Last week, he wrote this song and I asked him to record it for me:
Under the name Lucas Revolution, Luke will be hitchhiking around the US performing his songs and documenting the experience. You can learn about it here.
Thanks universe, for bringing Luke into Max’s life, and mine.