It seems like a million years ago that I went to college, but it also seems as if the time has flown.

I was only 19 when I left home and moved to Perth. I was one of the first students in the early days of its world famous Rock Music College. It was like Fame, but with more smoking and drinking. I was majoring in piano, and wasn't really the best piano player in the world.

After a few days of college, you tend to find your "group" of friends after a few days, and I was no exception. The friends I made in those first few days are still close to me today.

One in particular. Kenny. One of those people that you hit it off with so well that you don't even need conversation? Kenny was an amazing singer/songwriter. He used to silence the rowdiest of parties with his guitar, and was without a doubt the most popular guy in the college. He was the first person to encourage me to sing, and, when I got bitten by the singing bug, he spent his evenings coaching me with what he'd learned in his singing class that day. He was a riot, and a very spiritual guy too.

Kenny died suddenly in a car accident exactlly 19 years ago tonight. It was an event that brought us all to our knees. We were all pretty much teenage kids, away from home, coping with a sudden loss. It created a bond between us all that is still strong to this day, no matter what corners of the world we are all scattered to. And Kenny's family became part of my own extended family, to this day.

So tonight I dug out some old tapes of his songs, and it seemed like yesterday. It almost seemed like he was in the room. I'm going to digitally clean them up a bit and put them on CD and send them out to all of us, now all pushing forty, who were those bewildered and lost kids in 1989.

God bless you Kenny.