Thursday, September 11, 2014

Scott H. Saber: Gone, But Not Forgotten

Originally posted September 12, 2011:

Couldn't think of a better way to get back in the game than to pay homage to my dear friend, my 'brother', Scott H. Saber (aka "Buff"), killed September 11, 2001, exactly 13 years ago today - Scott was attending a seminar at the Twin Towers the morning of the 11th when they were hit.

The one memory I'll always have of Scott, aside from the fact I always knew he had my back, was him sitting in his den late at night, with the light on, patiently waiting for myself and/or our friend Henry to cruise by late night for some good old-fashion tomfoolery.  It never mattered to Scott when we came by, or even if we came by - he was there, like a rock, simply looking for a laugh whenever the moment would present itself.  And laugh we did......

Good friends, like Scott, are irreplaceable.  He now lives in my heart, which overflows with joy whenever I think of the good ol' days...

What I would do to just turn that corner one more time - to see you sitting in your den, with the light on, waiting on your best friends, waiting to laugh.

RIP my brother - we will never forget, never....

Wednesday, August 7, 2013


Originally posted July 28, 2012, but deemed worthy of posting again..

July 26 to August 9

Two weeks I could really live without.  Even with Jerry's birth date falling in between, it's not enough to overcome the overwhelming grief I feel that they are no longer with us.  But the fact that it's been many, many years since their deaths, and I'm still grieving, only reinforces what these two, and The Grateful Dead as a whole, meant, to me - and still mean to me today.

And when I look back, grief quickly turns to joy, and I smile...and smile...and smile..

Props go out to my homeboy Grateful Don, who shot me an email on the 26th respectfully requesting "I never forget Brent "Cliffhanger" Mydland", who died 22 years ago that same day (now 23) 

Donnie - That won't be a problem.  How can anyone forget their brother?

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

CRUISIN' ON 17's.....

Skillfully shot while Dave was performing live this past Sat in West Palm..

There are definitely worse places to live....

Monday, April 15, 2013


In keeping with my last post on Video Picks and Licks, this is one of those times where words, whether spoken, written, or still rummaging around somewhere in my thick skull, only seem to get in the way of what I'm trying so hard to express..How can anyone say what is expressed so clearly in one's music?

Make no mistake about it, as much as I love listening to Adam Perry's bass bombs, Brock Butler is the Jerry Garcia of Perpetual Groove..He is a master songwriter, lyricist, and musican, and is as talented as any artist I've had the pleasure to see perform live.  And like so many before him - Garcia, Townsend, Clapton, Morrison, Hendrix, and Janis just to name a few - the devil has found his way into his world, threatening to suffocate this extraordinary gift he was put on this planet to share with those who would listen.

So in lieu of words, I'll let his music tell the story...and wish him safe passage back to where he so rightfully belongs.