Here's the place to talk about our departed loved ones -- friends, family members, tour buddies, and others we've lost along the way.
"Just hours after Bob Weir shared the news bassist Rob Wasserman was battling serious health issues, comes word Wasserman has died. RatDog guitarist Mark Karan first revealed Rob had passed on with Weir confirming the news shortly thereafter."
to johnman on the passing of his dad. So sorry for your loss.
Growing up on Going st. in the late 60s to early 70s a long haired dude would walk to the store with a parrot on his shoulder and a monkey on his back. All us kids would run out and see and talk to him. He pointed at Jimmy Snyder, my neighbor since I was born, and told him don't ever mess with my monkey! Soon as he could Jimmy ran down to his house and climbed up the apple tree the monkey was in. The monkey yelled at him and started to throw apples at Jimmy as hard as he could. Jimmy ended up running home as fast as he could scared to look behind him.
RIP James Micheal Snyder. I miss your stories.
Well said as always..now pass the salt and the homegrown 'maters
As we celebrate the lives and at the same time mourn the passing of these rock and roll musicians, friends and family, a few things stand out:
One, we are blessed and our lives are enriched because of those who made it their mission to bring music into our lives.
Two, without friends to share these moments, life wouldn't be near as exciting and colorful.
And Three, which comes in three parts, like a waltz:
1) True love can't be bought; it is nurtured in the heart, just as music is.
2) Home grown 'maters can't be bought; they are nurtured in the home, where your heart and music is.
3) True friendship can't be bought; it is only nurtured and obtained through an individual's action, a yearning to share life's melodies (and drama) with someone else, and likewise, a commitment by a like-minded person to reciprocate. Thank you to the Sunshine Daydreamers, deadheads, and music and life lovers everywhere, for it is the spirit and actions of those like you, and KristineD, and Mona, and Richie and countless others everywhere that counts in the end...
So tune that fiddle, put on your dancing shoes and let your freak flag fly. We are everywhere, we are together, and we are one.
Peace to you all...
I got to know you since you were the last place I ran into my friend since birth, Jimmy. Thru you I made so many friends, some jobs and a lot off laffs. We had your wake last night and 2 yrs ago today we lost Jimmy. You kept his memory alive and grow. He loved this neighborhood like you and had the best wild stories about it. I now can add to those stories. Thank you! <3
Come on down, folks...
We'll leave the light on for ya.