Mark to many, DJ Mr. Rid to many more, "Riddie" to me.
It's funny, but I don't remember when and how we met. Had to be in the 90's but where and when are fuzzy--which sums up the 90's. All I know is Riddie, Lyric Lynn, and I were our own little bubble outside of Mark's main life. He and I could commiserate about Lyric's health together (she passed in 2018), and even poke a little fun here and there about her self-professed "high maintenance" life. (I'm there now myself.)
The last time I saw Riddie in person was Thanksgiving 2021, when he was still his "fuller" self. (Same here, still.) Here is that pic. I had come back to Dallas for Thanksgiving with family there. He was DJ-ing in Deep Ellum for some comic and was ambivalent about the gig, but as was his wont, DJ Mr. Rid came to play and do his job.
I will forever miss my dear friend, someone who was considered a dear friend to soooo many. That was Mark--someone you could feel connected to in an instant, someone who brought so many together from so many different walks of life.
Riddie's love of music (that record collection!), his vast knowledge of so many different musical genres--much of which were in the mix when he spun--and his ability to produce live music, again bringing so many together, will live on.
Personally, my hope is to find Riddie behind his turntables at the Starck Club when my time comes. I might buy some clove ciggies from Vaal on my way to chit-chat with Mark before floating back out to the dance floor. in the main room where, depending on the moment, either Rick or Go-go will be spinning. That's my version of Rose being back on the Titanic after her passing.
Mark, my dear Riddie, you are leaving a hole in so many hearts, but in the immortal words of the great John Steinbeck:
"It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been had it never shone."