I landed in San Diego this Tuesday, powered up my phone and scanned my emails. One of them was from Martin Schaedel, a wacky friend I met last year.
Responding to my tweet about being in LA later in the week, Martin wrote, "Ok here tomorrow in case I can treat you to a coffee or dinner." Despite being swamped in meetings in LA, we were planning to get together for a drink.
I sent Martin a text last night, telling him a bunch of us were hanging out at our hotel. He usually responded in less than 2 minutes. I didn't hear back. Little did I know that Martin had died a few hours earlier as a small plane he was flying in crashed and burst into flames at Santa Monica airport just a few minutes away.
Martin was mysterious. He boasted of knowing former heads of state, traveling the world constantly and late nights hanging out at Sundance, the Victoria Secret fashion show and more. He also was constantly on the look out for new deals -- trying to open a hotel, buying Playboy or peddling Facebook shares to his asian investor friends. After meeting him for the first time I wrote Fred Wilson, "Interesting guy. Kinda like a blond electron. Wow."
On Tuesday, I received 3 other emails from Martin. All three of them were extremely relevant introductions to people I didn't know but should know have. That's the way he was. He made introductions for no other reason than he liked to connect people and be connected himself.
Martin also liked to take pictures of people he met, almost as if he were a reporter documenting his life for future generations. Included in his photo stream were pictures of entrepeneurs, CEOs, VCs and, yes, even me.
The truth is that I barely knew the guy. He floated in and out of New York and stopped by my office every time he was in town. We would talk about business, ideas and life (he seemed to be very fascinated with how I ran a company and had 3 kids in NYC). And of course I would get at least 5 introductions within a day of the meeting.
At our last dinner together earlier this month at Matsuri in Chelsea, Martin said he wanted to come over and play with the kids. Unfortunately that never happened as the kids would have probably loved him.
Martin was a young (23), bright, fearless light that was turned off way to early. He represented all that is great about the internet and the internet business -- fun, connected, innovative and promising and all with a dash of ADD.
I'm glad I got to know Martin. I'm sad that he's gone. But I hope his spirit lives on through the many, many people he knew and brought together in life and death.
(More obits can be found here: LA Times, Fred Wilson and Twitter.)
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