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Mar 17, 2005 11:50

Every once in a while someone comes into your life and affects you in every way. If it weren't for him I probably wouldn't still be playing the sax. We had many a good time sitting in his basement listening to music and him telling me stories. He never hit it big, probably could have, but it didn't matter to him. All life was about was following your heart, and that is how he played.

With his help, I founded the Jefferson jazz club. He showed me how to play from my heart and how to teach other people to love music, any music. He was even supposed to play a show up at the Wired Frog back in the day with my old band, Irreverent Smile. He never charged me for a lesson, and only asked that I work my hardest. A lot of my generosity in life is probably influenced by his selfless nature.

It was a sad day on Sunday when I heard that there would be no more memories like the ones above. His life was cut short and his air had stopped. What's even more sad is that I had been meaning to stop by and see how he was doing. Things happen like this that make you realize your problems aren't really that big. Its nothing a little beer and music won't cure. I'll miss him terribly but treasure his memory.

Hold onto the great times for just a "froghair" longer. . .

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