Spread the word--celebrate the memory of Sherri Wood this summer at a music festival held in her honor. Call it Sherri Woodstock.
That was one idea pitched today at services for Wood, who died last Monday after a brave battle with brain cancer. She was not yet 29 years old.
Wood wrote concert listings and covered breakout bands in the GTA for three years in the Toronto Sun. A glance through the messages posted at the Sun's tribute page shows how much Sherri meant to even casual acquaintances who only knew her as Toronto's super cool indie music messenger.
"Sherri Woodstock" needs a venue, bands, promotion, a driving force. Knowing Sherri and her daily lust for tea, the whole things should be sponsored by Starbucks. The hope would be that a music festival could help raise money for brain cancer research. It would also be a wonderful way of celebrating her warmth and embracing spirit.
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There were suggestions at the "after wake" at a west end pub today that Three Dog Night, an early '70s band Sherri never heard of (and the rest of us at The Sun grew up with), should headline. Stranger things have happened.
Music played a role in today's private service for Sherri at the Turner & Porter funeral home in Toronto's west end. Her family sent her off in style today to the strains of Bobby McFerrin's "Don't Worry, Be Happy." "Leavin' On A Jet Plane" was sung earlier, as was "Puff The Magic Dragon." Who knew Wood was such a folkie, but apparently these were the tunes she rocked out to in her final weeks at St. Michael's palliative care unit, part of a guitar therapy routine she always enjoyed. As much as her memory dimmed in those final weeks, the "Puff" lyrics never left her head.
A few of us stood and watched as the family said their goodbyes out the front door in the rain. As the hearse pulled away, it was followed down the street by a big white "Mobile Repair" truck. Seemed about right, I thought, given Wood's history of car trouble.
Remember: Sherri Woodstock. Pass it on, make it happen.