I met Nick Rudd personally in a particularly embarrassing moment of my life. A very young and inexperienced journalism student, I was interviewing the B-Lovers with Wendy Proeschl (well, she wasn’t married to Berni quite yet) for the local rag. It went sideways pretty quickly. I came back with “Let’s pretend it’s a Tiger Beat interview!” Nick did give his signature chuckle and agreed.
I think Nick was beyond this world in his talent, his intellect, and his ability to see things that none of us of normal folks could. I remember talking about books, movies, music, but more importantly, what it meant to be human. He did hurt. He did understand that none of us really connected in a way we wished it could be or wanted to be.
I am so touched by all of everyone’s tributes, memories, and love for Nick. He cannot be replaced. But he can always be remembered.