His husband, Keith Karraker, announced the news online.
But one of my conversations with Silberman stands out.
As the phrase goes, he was in a tizzy.
Author Steve Silberman, an impassioned fan of David Crosby and the Grateful Dead, died this week at 66.Luiz Rampelotto/Pacific Press/LightRocket/Getty Images
But in that moment, we chose not to dwell on ittoomuch.
Aw, so cute!
he wrote this summer accompanying a photo of a less-than-full rally by the GOP candidate he loathed so much.
Trumps rally in Asheville tonight is like a miniature doll house version of one of Kamalas rallies.
Dont worry, big guy.
Theyll love you in the prison chow line.
Music, philosophy, poetry, and literature all found a way into his head and heart.
I felt like David was my guy, he told me years ago.
I would travel hundreds of miles to see his concert.
Silberman and Crosby eventually became close friends and confidants, and Silberman was expectedly distraught whenCrosby diedin 2023.
And he loved to debate, especially about music.
He recently gave me shit online for maintaining that Jefferson StarshipsRed Octopuswas actually better than its reputation.
I laughed at his retort and we continued our interactions but never spoke of that album again.
(Robert F. Kennedy Jr. was also not a Silberman fan, and Steve loved that too.)
But lets leave the last word for Silberman himself.
Just selfishly or selflessly use my own impermanence towake upto your own.
