Rob.
It is one year ago today that I learned that my friend Rob died.
I know there are many who would like the world to think that they knew Rob. That’s cool, because if Rob knew that you felt that way by virtue of reading his blog, he would have hoisted a beer or three in your direction.
I had the very good fortune of actually getting to hang with the good brother and, better yet, having the chance to do a bunch of tunes with him and his brother Dave..
Rob, for all his shit-stirring abilities, quite simply, was a gott-damned genius.
He spoke as he wrote, which meant that if you were lucky enough to hear hin speak, you damned well paid attention.
He died way too early and, to my eternal agony, he died before we (the pickers) could all assemble at the Crackerbox to record some excelllent music.
I miss him. Really bad.