2001-08-27 - 1:14 a.m.
This has been a tough week. A friend of mine died. He was an amazing drummer and an incredible washboard player. Nickname? Mambo. Yes, there were three professional washboard players in this town and two of them had similar sounding names. We used to laugh about it all the time. People would call me Mambo and him Wammo. I always told him it was a compliment for me and an insult to him. He would just laugh and tell me I was great but he was the truly great one. Absolutely full of life and a fabulous musician, humble as well. His funeral was standing room only, full of musicians. The casket was open with his washboard and a big string of pot leaves hanging off of it (he did time for pot) and a bunch of his friends got up and played. It was very touching, tears and laughter. Great eulogies by those who knew him best. Beautiful music. He will be missed.
In other news, the Spankers are in the studio this week. We cut six basic tracks today and they sound great. I'm pretty stoked. I haven't put the books in the mail yet but they are printed and ready to go. I gotta do some original poetry for those of y'all that put a little extra in the beer kitty. Gotta crash, see ya.
