Greg died suddenly when his bulldozer flipped over. Nobody knows exactly what happened, it was a shock to everyone. For me he was a hard-earned friend. He did not do things the usual way. He liked to rattle folks to see what they were made of, I imagine, as he rattled me more than once. He was a gifted player and committed rock’n roller, playing with Frank Palmer and others since high school, in a band called The Grasshoppers. He could play like lightning, but excelled with his melodic sensibility.
I learned a few things around the man, certainly to know what I stand for. He was not shy of showing his opinion, even his musical compositions reflected a preference for the unexpected “just because”. He was, as they say, a man’s man.
I will miss him, as many will.
Here is a clip with Greg and the Grasshoppers I shot in Los Olivos a year or so ago.[vimeo 18932438 w=500 h=341]