Every time I drive around the Upper Haight I think of Paul Pena, who passed away on October 1, 2005. Paul was not only a dear friend, but an inspiring blues musician/Tuvan-styled throat singer and the main character of the Oscar nominated documentary, Genghis Blues.
When Paul was very ill, a team of friends came together to help take care of him. One day I took Paul out for a drive. He wanted to smell the sea. We drove to the Great Highway and parked on the headland. I rolled down the window for him to lean his head out. “I love you, Clara.” Paul said. “And Lawrence is the son I never had.”
Paul was the teacher who inspired my son Lawrence to take up music again. He had indeed a hand in raising Lawrence by showing him a glimpse of the music world. I spoke to Paul often then, and one time in particular, frustrated and sad about Lawrence. He listened patiently and said in his calm voice, “Lawrence is a special child and special child needs special care.” I broke down and cried. Paul, being blind, saw with clarity the need of the misunderstood child and reminded me my role as a mother.
Whenever I think of Paul he seems immediately present. His deep voice and wisdom stay with me even though his body is gone. A few months ago they showed Genghis Blues at the Roxy’s again. Paul, alive, singing, having adventures, loving, despairing, being human. I love you, Paul.
