Soundsmith notes the passing of Doug Cassara


I would like to post here the passing of Doug Cassara, of Mamaroneck New York, last evening.

Doug was one of my audio/engineer "students" back in the beginning of the 70's; he worked for Julius Futterman as well. Doug was severely injured in a car accident, and became a quadriplegic in his 20's. As many know, they don't live very long. Doug lived for more than 45 years in his wheel chair, his breathing created by wires to his diaphragm, his speech timed as it allowed. Doug was one of the few heroes I have known. He took up water color painting with a brush handle placed in his mouth; he collected and repaired tons of audio gear by teaching others what to do with their hands and minds. He came to Soundsmith to visit and listen -  I gifted him a strain gauge when he showed interest in it, which brought him some measure of joy. His love of music was deeper than anyone could imagine, and went to concerts as often as he could, and befriended many musicians.

He needed 24/7 nursing at home for all the years in that chair and in bed, in case the machine failed to make him breathe. He was hospitalized many times, and NEVER gave up. A recent hospitalization was one he could not recover from, and he asked that his support be terminated. I do not have one cell in my body that is as brave and courageous and determined to survive as much as his entire being did. He deserves to be mentioned here; he was an audio engineer and audiophile like few others. God speed Doug - I will continue to pray for you, and pray there is so much music where you are. I will miss you. You were one of the very few heroes left for us to admire in this age. 

Peter Ledermann/Soundsmith

     

retipper

Peter - Thank you for sharing in a time of great loss. I wrote this for a friend saying goodbye in similar circumstances… Grace and Peace @retipper 

 

Even

Even now

In my quickly fading light

The edge between

Long years

And the new salvation 

Is grey

Undefined

Jagged

Like the line

Between 

Waking

And slumber

 

Even now

Asleep

I feel you there

In the foreground of my fitful breath

Stay awhile 

Watch me sleep

And remember me

As strong

As wise

As one who mattered

 

Then

Now

Eternal

 

Ahead

Is there a line to cross ?

Adrift in sleep

Yes, two who mattered

Shared trial

Tears

Some sweet victory 

And a raconteurs’

Good cheer

 

Yet, even now

 

I shall cross over

The line will fold

Impenetrable 

For a time

No blade can Pierce the veil

But even then

I shall feel you

My old friend

Until such time

As old dogs

Born anew

We meet again

Healed

Sorry to hear of the passing of your dear friend. When I read of such things, of the obstacles that some overcome, of the constant struggle just to survive, it gives me a much better (and needed) perspective on just how easy I've got things and to appreciate it all the more.

All the best,
Nonoise

We think we have it hard sometimes. What a wonderful eulogy and I hope I have the opportunity to meet and know someone of his caliber.

,@nonoise

it gives me a much better (and needed) perspective on just how easy I've got things and to appreciate it all the more.

Well put and exactly my thought. It most certainly recalibrates one's perspective and appreciate the life you have. 

Charles 

 

Peter,

Thanks so much for your loving and tender remembrance of our friend Doug.

Doug was a dear friend for over 30 years. Possibly the toughest and funniest person I’ve ever known.

When I lived in NYC he loved coming to my place as it was a loft that was essentially one big room so he could rip around in his wheelchair with abandon..I’d bring him up on the freight elevator..

When he was at my place, he had a great way of making new acquaintances at a party...he’d roll up to someone and say funny crap  like " Hey, just cause I’m a cripple it doesn’t mean I don’t like potato chips. And I could use a shot of whiskey as well...." His way of putting people at ease and telling them, as only he could, that he was here to have fun but needed a bit of help from his friends..

I’ve spent a lot of today crying and telling my girlfriend just what sort of friend he’s been all these years.

R.I.P Turkeyburger, your friends loved you so much..

Todd