Dear Editor, It is now the hottest part of the summer, but when I heard that Biscuit has passed on, a cold chill ran through me [“Making Biscuit,” Music, Aug. 19]. I first met him in the 1970s when long hippie hair was still fashionable in Austin clubs; young Biscuit wore his hair in a buzz cut. I remember when he cut a one-inch-by-four-inch bald rectangle that showed his gleaming scalp going back from his hairline and he parked a little plastic car there with his glue gun. Whenever I tried to look him in the eye, my vision kept drifting up to the little shiny car stuck to his head. That was classic Biscuit. In the coloring book of life, he colored outside the lines. He was one of the sweetest, most flamboyant, and creative people that I have ever had the pleasure to know, and I will miss him.