Arts In Harmony Fundraiser

Rob Fillo

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Have you met Rob Fillo?  Not feel low.  Not file oh.  Not even his initials, Raf, a sobriquet one high-school rugby jock failed to popularize.  No.  Fill-O.  Fill: satiable, fed, complete.  O: oh, ow, awe, wow.

I did meet him.  When I reflect, I can’t find reasons not to admire him.  He’s a voluptuous, veritable, visceral virtuoso who shows no suasion, smokescreens, or subterfuges.  His smile is wide and sharp.  He couples smiley faces to his emails.  He says “thank you.”  If he likes her shoes, he’ll just say so: “nice shoes” and relish how the truth can make a girl blush.  He laughs people into laughter.  He’s high mileage, having written over a hundred songs.  He rents out studio time.  He lives off his songs.  He doesn’t have a day job.  He’s a maestro.  Tunesmith.  Optimist.  Libertarian.  Pluralist.  Romanticist.  He’s impossible to offend.  I try; I get a pardon, mirth, random repartee, and I’m back, in a nano-second.  He doesn’t waste time.  I return after sixty seconds and he’s juggling a flirtatious girl.  I return again--a different sixty seconds--and it’s shop talk with a fellow musician.  Icing: he expects nothing in return.