I saw you, hug
your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me...
put
an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the
sidewalk. But, you didn't see me...
playing
Santa at the local mall.
I saw you, change your mind about going into the </ SPAN>restaurant. But, you didn't see me...
attending
a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But, you didn't see me...
riding
behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, y ou didn't see me...
when
I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me...
and
my friends cut ten inches off for "Locks of Love".
I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But, you didn't see me...
and
my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.
I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see me...
cry
as my children were born
and
have their name written over and in my
heart.
I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But , you didn't see me...
going
home to be with my family.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But, you didn't see me...
when
you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see me...
pat
my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me...
squeeze
my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see me...
get
soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date
I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But, you didn't see me...
trying
to turn right.
I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me...
leave
the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you didn't see me...
I
wasn't there.
I saw you, go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me...
Because I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker.
A
person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
EVEN
IF YOU DON'T LIKE US...
RESPECT
OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE...
AND
TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE
WE'RE NOT IN "YOUR" WAY
~~
LIVE TO RIDE ~ RIDE TO LIVE ~~
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Dean Shalhoup
Published: Saturday, February 16, 2008
Ageless Rock 'n' Roll
Drew Carey says Cleveland rocks. And yes,
they've got the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame over there. But as we who
grew up in these parts can tell Carey and all of Cleveland – you've
got a pretty neat place there, but our own homegrown rock legends will
always be closest to our hearts.
And tonight, a whole bunch of these seemingly ageless rockers will be
in the same place for the entire evening, taking to the stage one
after the other to give us an ideal chance to reconnect with all of
them.
The special event, being called the first "Nashua Rock and Roll
Hall of Fame Concert," features five local acts and starts at 6
p.m. at the Sky Lounge & Bistro, 522 Amherst St.
How's this for a lineup: Jimmy D (acoustic), 6 p.m.; Alden McGraw
Project (A.M.P.), 7:30 p.m.; Fantasia, 9 p.m.; Aces & Eights,
10:30 p.m.; and Project Mess, midnight.
If you know any of these guys, you know many
of them are musically intertwined in one way or another – this
drummer was with this other band at one time, this guy played guitar
for three bands before coming to this one, and so forth.
Dave Dillavou, Project Mess bassist and singer, sums it up:
"We're just a bunch of guys who keep going."
If somehow the musical lineup doesn't grab you, here's another good
reason to come out tonight: The show is a benefit for the Nicole E.
Scontsas Scholarship Fund, named for the 16-year-old Nashua girl, who
was one of two teens killed in a June 2006 auto accident.
And the best part – admission for the entire show is just $10. Some
participating band members have tickets, but most will be sold at the
door when the gates open at guy played guitar for three bands before
coming to this one, and so forth.
Dave Dillavou, Project Mess bassist and singer, sums it up:
"We're just a bunch of guys who keep going."
If somehow the musical lineup doesn't grab
you, here's another good reason to come out tonight: The show is a
benefit for the Nicole E. Scontsas Scholarship Fund, named for the
16-year-old Nashua girl, who was one of two teens killed in a June
2006 auto accident.
And the best part – admission for the entire show is just $10. Some
participating band members have tickets, but most will be sold at the
door when the gates open at door when the gates open at t5:30, said
Sky Lounge owner Alex Newell.
"Some of the guys approached me about doing this type of show
here," Newell said this week. "I have a large enough venue,
and thought it was a great idea. It's really nice to get everyone
together."
So what's the "Hall of Fame" bit? True, there's no
brick-and-mortar Nashua Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, but surely the
spirit has been around for a long time. No, we don't need fancy
induction ceremonies and framed gold records and giant autographed
posters to remind us of the vital role these guys played in our
socially-formative years – and well beyond.
The band that goes back the furthest is
probably Aces, who formed in 1969 and went through two or three
incarnations in a short time before adopting their permanent name.
Dillavou says he has plenty of early memories.
"I remember those Simoneau Plaza (where Main Street Marketplace
is now) concerts," he said, referring to summertime gigs where
bands played from a trailer stage to long-haired, bell-bottomed teens
dancing on the plaza's unique, undulating parking lot.
Typical of bands, Project Mess, which is a "Bud Band,"
sponsored by Dillavou's employer, Nashua's Bellavance Beverage, began
with different names, Highway Cruise and Obstructed View among them,
Dillavou said. The latter, as longtime sports fans know, comes from
those certain tucked-away seats at the old Boston Garden, from which
only a partial view of the court or ice was visible.
Jimmy D is Jim Dillavou, Dave's brother, who began with the early
Project Mess bands and later went out on his own. In the day, they
played places like the old Kahala, the pub "121 Main," (now
the Nashua Garden) and on a rolling flatbed in parades that were part
of those downtown Duck Races that benefited the Boys & Girls Club.
The name Project Mess came from its drummer, Chris Messier, who
Dillavou said, "used to say he'd love to have a band named after
him someday."
"Mess" got his wish. Upon his unexpected death in May 2005,
just a month after his 40th birthday, Messier's bandmates sought and
received his family's blessing to keep the name in his honor.
Since his passing, Dillavou said, the band pays tribute to
"Mess" at all their gigs, usually around midnight.
"We used to all do shots . . . I said
at the time, 'we'll always do shots, unless we can't do them
anymore,'" Dillavou said with a laugh.
"But we still play his tribute song (Green Day's "Good
Riddance") every time."
For the Scontsas family, news of the gig in their daughter's memory
made for a nice surprise.
"It was a total surprise to us," said Lisa Scontsas,
Nicole's mom. "It was a very emotional day."
She and husband Les graduated with Fantasia's Ron Trudeau, also known
as the talented interior designer connected with Nashua Wallpaper for
more than 20 years.
"Les and I have built a friendship with him over the years,"
Lisa Scontsas said. "Before Nicole passed, we were renovating her
room . . . she told us Ron was the only (decorator) she wanted to do
the job."
"Ron does a lot of things like this, to help people out,"
Scontsas added.
"He's a wonderful guy."
Dean Shalhoup's column appears Saturdays in The
Telegraph. He can be reached at 594-6523 or dshalhoup@
nashuatelegraph.com.
Sad News
Donald W. Dillavou Sr., Hollis
Avid sports fan; Navy veteran
Published: Friday, Mar. 9, 2007
Donald W. Dillavou Sr., 77, of Hollis and formerly of
Nashua, died early Thursday morning, March 8, 2007,
at St. Joseph Hospital in
Nashua, surrounded by his Loving family.
Mr. Dillavou was born Aug. 16, 1929, in Rockwell City, Iowa, the only child of
the late Erwin and Silvia (Rummel) Dillavou.
He was raised in Rockwell City and
later lived in Nashua for more than 40 years before moving to Hollis in 1993.
He was the husband of Mitzi (Jewell) Dillavou, who he married in Nashua on July
7, 1951.
The couple would have celebrated their 56th wedding anniversary this
summer. (07/07/07)
Mr. Dillavou worked as a supervisor with the former Nashua Plastics/Irwin Toys
for 29 years and then at New York Toy of Lawrence, Mass., until 1988.
After
moving to Nashua in the early 1950s, Mr. Dillavou worked at the former Yankee
Flyer restaurant on Main Street.
He was an avid sports fan who followed the Boston Red Sox and New England
Patriots but his favorite teams were the St. Louis Cardinals and
the New York
Giants. He had a passion for yard work and enjoyed manicuring his lawns. He
enjoyed walking as many as seven miles a day,
visiting yard sales , flea markets and
watching Gene Autry & John Wayne westerns.
He also loved to play cards and Scrabble, eat home
cooked meals, listen to his favorite music and hang out with the family dog, Dee
Dee.
Mr. Dillavou was a United States Navy veteran. He graduated from Rockwell (Iowa) High School.
In addition to his wife, survivors include two daughters and a son-in-law, Dolly
and Norman Cantara of Wells, Maine, and Lori Kerr of Austin, Texas;
three sons
and daughters-in-law, Donald W. Jr. and Zeny Dillavou of Jacksonville, Fla.,
David and Cindy Dillavou of Hudson and James and Julie Dillavou of Nashua;
13
grandchildren, Jeff Labrie ,Jamey Cantara, Jessica and Juvy Dillavou, Gregory,
Robert and Margaret Kerr, David Dillavou Jr., Dana, Dean,
Ryan, Jaime and Jason
Dillavou; and seven great-grandchildren. The Farwell Funeral Service in Nashua is in charge of arrangements
March 9, 2007
Brad Delp, the lead singer for the rock band Boston, was found dead on Friday
in his home in Atkinson, N.H. The Associated Press reported that a police
spokesman said Mr. Delp apparently died alone and that there was no indication
of foul play. The cause of death is under investigation and a report is to be
released Monday, The A.P. reported. Mr. Delp was 55.
BenDeVries/The Daily Nonpareil, via Associated Press
Brad Delp
Mr. Delp’s vocals, overdubbed into group harmonies and grand chorales for
songs like “More Than a Feeling,” were a vital ingredient in the sound of
Boston, a band whose multilayered tracks were created in the studio by its
guitarist, keyboardist, songwriter and producer, Tom Scholz. Boston’s
elaborate songs were ubiquitous on radio stations during the 1970s, and its 1976
debut album, “Boston,” largely recorded in Mr. Scholz’s basement, has sold
more than 17 million copies in the United States.
Mr. Delp was born in 1951 in Danvers, Mass., and discovered music as a Beatles
fan. He started singing in bands as a teenager, and met Mr. Scholz as the 1960s
ended. In an interview with Classic Rock Revisited, Mr. Delp said, “I am just
lucky to be the guy who was there.”
Their band played cover songs in clubs for the early part of the 1970s while
working with Mr. Scholz on the homemade recordings that became Boston’s debut
album.
“The nice thing about Brad,” Mr. Scholz said in a 1986 interview with
Musician magazine, “was his incredible ability in the studio. He was a master
at controlling his voice — he could do things over and over, changing one note
and doing everything else the same. He’s a natural overdubber, he can
perfectly match what’s on tape, he can sing harmonies with himself and keep
dozens of parts in his mind.”
Mr. Delp’s stacked vocal tracks, from earnest tenor to wailing falsetto,
were so central to the music that in Boston’s first management and recording
contracts, Mr. Scholz and Mr. Delp were the only official members of the band;
Barry Goudreau on guitar, Fran Sheehan on bass and Sib Hashian on drums were
soon added. Mr. Scholz wrote all the songs on Boston’s debut except “Smokin’,”
written with Mr. Delp, and “Let Me Take You Home Tonight,” credited to Mr.
Delp alone.
Although Boston’s first album was derided by critics as derivative and
calculated, it was immediately embraced by radio stations. The band’s first
tour after its release started in clubs and ended in arenas. Mr. Scholz, a
painstaking songwriter who had worked for seven years on what became the debut
album, rushed to complete a follow-up, “Don’t Look Back,” released in
1978. It eventually sold seven million copies in the United States.
In 1980, Mr. Delp, along with Mr. Hashian, appeared on Mr. Goudreau’s album
of his own songs, “Barry Goudreau.” Mr. Goudreau and Mr. Delp left Boston
and worked together in the early 1980s under the band name Orion the Hunter; it
released an album in 1984 with Mr. Delp as background vocalist and songwriting
collaborator. (Fran Cosmo, who would later join Boston, was the lead singer.)
But Mr. Delp rejoined Boston in 1985 to sing on the album “Third Stage,”
which was released in 1986 and has sold four million copies in the United
States.
As the 1990s began, Mr. Delp worked again with Mr. Goudreau in a band called
RTZ, for Return to Zero. He was replaced in Boston by Mr. Cosmo, the lead singer
on Boston’s 1994 album “Walk On.” But Mr. Delp toured with Boston after
the release of “Walk On,” sharing vocals with Mr. Cosmo, and sang three new
songs on Boston’s “Greatest Hits” collection in 1997. He remained with
Boston ever since, touring and singing lead on Boston’s 2002 album
“Corporate America.”
Between Boston tours, Mr. Delp performed in New England clubs with a band
called Beatle Juice, playing faithful copies of Beatles songs. He is survived by
a daughter, Jenna, and a son, John Michael.
Updated: 7:23 p.m. ET March 15, 2007
ATKINSON, N.H. - Brad Delp, the singer for the band
Boston who killed himself last week, left behind a note in which he called
himself “a lonely soul,” according to police reports released Thursday.
The note was paper-clipped to the neck of Delp’s
shirt when police found his body at his Atkinson home, on the bathroom floor,
his head on a pillow. He had sealed himself inside with two charcoal grills;
toxicology tests showed he had committed suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning.
“Mr. Brad Delp. J’ai une ame solitaire. I am a
lonely soul,” the note reads.
Regarding allegations surrounding the death of lead singer
Brad Delp, we offer the following responses:
TOM SCHOLZ (BOSTON leader, friend and collaborator for 35 years):
I am sick over this incredible loss, it is the worst of my life.
Brad and I were both overly sensitive. We both became vegetarians and
opposed violence, and it's probably the reason we lasted so long together as
friends. He was the passive one and I was the feisty one, we were a good team
while he was alive. Now that he is gone, I'm trying to be a little more like
him.
I can only say that Brad always seemed happiest when he was playing
music with us, and to the extent possible, BOSTON matters were arranged for
his comfort. Brad was hard to read, but the group and I did our best, and
maintained contact with some of his other close friends. There were no warning
signs; no one saw this coming.
Brad had a sad and difficult life. He was divorced twice, his children
lived 3,000 miles away in California, people were constantly pulling at him
for something.
Like many people I'm haunted by the thought that there was something I
could have done. I can't speak about pressure Brad may have felt from others,
but his involvement with BOSTON was strictly voluntary; I thought I was lucky
he had any interest in my work. Brad was autonomous; I didn't tell Brad he had
to do anything for BOSTON, or ask him to do anything. I only asked him if he
wanted to do something. If he didn't, we didn't.
BOSTON took up a tiny portion of Brad's time, a three month tour
roughly every three or four years. Studio work took only a couple of days
every three to six months.
By the end of BOSTON's 2004 tour Brad and I were both worn out. We took
2005 off, I still physically couldn't tour in 2006, and 2007 was in limbo
waiting for Brad to decide if he wanted to do it. Shortly before his death I
had sent him an e-mail telling him "...if you don't want to tour, I don't
want to tour...," and a second e-mail telling him we hadn't even received
an actual tour offer yet. At the time he died he knew there was no scheduled
tour; we had only a few weekend dates planned for the summer.
Allegations have been made that Brad died because I put him in a
difficult spot, because working with BOSTON made him unhappy, and then because
he was sad that he had to tour without Fran [Cosmo]. I don't think this is
true, or the reason a man with two children and an upcoming wedding would take
his life.
This loss has devastated me, and now the accusation that I am
responsible is crushing. Brad didn't have a mean bone in his body and would
never say anything that would hurt someone; this is not the way Brad would
have wanted it. Words cannot express how much I will miss him.
GARY PIHL (BOSTON guitarist for 22 years, friend for 30):
Everyone I've talked to said they felt they lost a close friend with Brad's
passing.
Over the thirty years that I knew him he seemed happiest when he was
making music. His enthusiasm for working on our songs never waned.
On tour, he'd be the first guy to go to any "meet and greet,"
and he'd be the last guy to get on the bus at the end of the night because
he'd be talking and signing autographs for fans who had waited at the back
gate.
Brad's opinion was always solid when it came to choosing band mates.
Just like sports teams, where players come and go for a variety of reasons,
we've worked with some talented people over the years, but I never heard Brad
say he didn't want to perform without Fran, or any other individual. The fans
have always requested we do the songs Brad sings; most knew Brad as the sound
of Boston.
Rehearsing recently with this five-person core group, Brad seemed his
hard-working self, making sure we all knew our parts. Brad even insisted on
coming to rehearsal to work with us after he had his minor (but painful)
motorcycle accident. He was tireless in his pursuit to get it right, whether
it was a guitar solo he needed to play or making the vocal harmonies blend
perfectly.
Pamela often joined us on tour so he was never without her for very
long. Brad seemed to be looking forward to the summer shows as much as the
rest of us. In any interview Brad's ever done he talks about the fun he has
performing and meeting the fans.
Boston has only done seven tours in it's thirty year history. Brad
could have done anything else he wanted, but he chose to get together with
friends from our area to play Beatle songs on weekends. He treated all his
fans as friends and his friends were his biggest fans. We'll all miss him.
KIMBERLEY DAHME (BOSTON bass and singer):
We are all trying to cope with losing our dear friend and family
member. The depth of our grief is limitless, and now is compounded by the
allegations that have been made that Tom Scholz is at fault for Brad's
actions. What I'm hearing in the press is absolutely not true. I am mortified
and terribly hurt that someone would print such lies and try
to destroy and blame someone for this horrible tragedy.
I have been working with Brad for 6 years, and he has always been the
kind and gentle man that everyone talks about. As a newer member of the group,
I always felt like Boston was as much Brad’s band as it was Tom’s and that
Brad had a full say in the musical decisions when he wished.
We were more than fellow musicians in a band. As we passed the hours traveling
from one show to another, he never missed an opportunity to ask to see new
photos of my young children or hear stories about how they were doing.
He was very happy performing with BOSTON, fueled by the energy and
loyalty of his many fans who often brought photos and album covers that he had
autographed for them as far back as nearly 30 years ago. Being the humble man
he was, Brad wasn’t affected by this adoration but I know the quality of his
performances with our band filled him with pride.
Brad spoke to the band as well as the press about looking forward to
touring this summer. He showed no signs of sadness during any of our
rehearsals. I mean no signs at all.
I believe that there was something much deeper troubling him. I think
that it was quite clear in Brad's final words that he took complete and sole
responsibility for his situation. Please, let's honor Brad and his memory, and
wish him, his dear Pamela and children, family, friends, fans, and the rest of
the world some much needed peace.
JEFF NEAL (BOSTON drummer):
Like everyone else who knew Brad and worked with him, I was, and still
am, in a state of shock and disbelief over his recent death. It has been a
very difficult and trying time. My heart goes out to all of Brad’s family
and his circle of friends. I am hopeful that with time, support from loved
ones, and acceptance, all those who are grieving will be able to come to terms
with this tragic loss.
I first met Brad in 2003. Throughout the four years that I knew him, I
always found him to be a friendly, humorous and kind-hearted individual. It
was clear to me from the beginning that Brad placed the needs of others above
his own and it was one of his many admirable traits. He would often go out of
his way to make me, “the new guy” in
the band, feel comfortable. Whether it be explaining to me the inner workings
of the organization or simply playing a joke on me, Brad had a gift for making
others feel welcome and important.
Brad was also at times a very private and reserved individual. To me,
it was obvious that he had an incredible depth of character and that he was
also a sensitive, caring individual. Simultaneously though, I often had a hard
time reading him as he regularly kept his emotions and feelings close. I often
attributed this to his persona, and a simple coping mechanism that he probably
developed over his career to handle the attention and notoriety that he had
acquired and continually had to deal with over the years.
At no point did Brad ever share with me that he felt unduly obligated
or pressured into playing with the band or going on tour by anyone or
anything. If Brad had felt this way and shared it with me, I would have had
serious reservations about participating myself, for numerous reasons.
In the wake of Brad’s death, one theme that has been repeated over
and over by many who knew him was how Brad did everything for everyone,
sometimes (tragically) at his own expense. His career as a musician brought
him fame, admiration from millions and financial profit, but it seemed that
these were unimportant to him. If anything, the role was one he was extremely
uncomfortable with and intentionally tried to dispel. Throughout our time
together, I saw him as a private, relatively content man with a simple, honest
lifestyle, which was another reason why I admired him so. Obviously now, some
elements of this belief have been proven wrong, but nonetheless, I will always
admire him for the person I knew him to be. It was an honor and a privilege to
share the stage with him and to call him a friend. He is, and will continue to
be, deeply missed.
PAMELA SULLIVAN (Brad's fiancee)
On Christmas Day, 2006, Brad Delp asked me to marry him. Our wedding was to be
on August 18th, marking seven years together. We shared a special bond that
will be with me all my life. Bradley lived a private life, and I had hoped
that his death might also be private.
But Bradley - his music and his heart - touched many lives, and we all
feel the pain of his loss. For many, the loss of a beautiful voice, but more
importantly, the loss of a beautiful person. We are all grieving.
In our grief, we look for answers, for reasons, and perhaps for blame.
In the days that have passed since his death there has been a great deal of
speculation and rumor put forward by the media and the Boston (band) fan base
as to why he chose to end his life. Words have been taken out of context,
statements have been misconstrued, and people have been hurt. People are
looking for answers, and there are none to be had.
Bradley blamed no one, held no one accountable, for what was in his own
heart. His music, his business, his relationships, these were the things that
brought him joy. His sadness came from within; it was his own. He wanted no
one to carry his burdens, in life or in death.
Bradley had the great gift of being able to love all and to understand
all: his compassion for everyone he met was the essence of his soul. He would
not want anyone to feel responsible for the path his life took.
I can only ask that we honor his memory, and his great legacy of
compassion, and let him rest in the peace he so deserves, as we all begin to
heal.
The following are excerpts from Classics Revisited interview, 2003
BRAD DELP 1952-2007 (BOSTON lead singer, friend to everyone) :
...I want to say I am proud of Tom but that sounds patronizing and I don't
want to do that. A point of fact is that Tom and the band have been supportive
of a number of organizations over the years with little to no fanfare... He
has been with these organizations for a number of years without the publicity.
As it turns out, happily, the rest of the band is in tune with these
organizations as well. I have been a vegetarian for over 30 years and I am
involved with animal rights organizations. They are all things that resonate
with all of us but I want to give Tom the lion's share of the credit for
taking the initiative and being more forceful with it.
Now, with the new incarnation of Boston, everyone is a great singer and
plays multiple instruments. It really comes out in the live shows.
Tom suggested that we do one of my songs from the first record called
"Let Me Take You Home Tonight." We have only played that once on one
other tour. We have worked up a kind of acoustic version. It has been a lot of
fun... I am just totally lucky to be the guy who was there. I am having a
blast singing my song, "Let Me Take You Home Tonight" which is one
of the lesser known songs on that album -- if there are any. It gets a great
response as well. I am just so lucky. What guy gets to have this much fun at
his job?
I have been very lucky over the years. I go in [the recording studio]
and there is a microphone set up. The rest of my time is my own. He sweats
over every other detail. He puts literally years of work into each album...
Tom and I know each other so well. When we go in the studio there is a little
bit of ESP.
It didn't occur to us that we had to write a hit [for the second album]
because that is not what we had done with the first album. We were not trying
to make radio friendly music... I respect Tom because he is so focused on the
music and not what everybody else is doing. I think we have all been rewarded
for that.
I have been playing in a band that plays Beatle songs when Boston is
not touring. I play almost every weekend. I tell people that it is the only
thing that I can do that makes me feel 15 again; it really does. The Boston
thing is the only thing I can do that makes me feel 25 again. At 52, 25 is not
that bad an age to be.
Rolling Stone writer Andy Greene has asked me for some
recollections about my experiences with Brad. An edited version of the reply I
sent him appeared on rollingstone.com with questions inserted in the text.
Here is the complete unedited note I sent to Andy:
Andy,
Thanks you for allowing me to answer your questions by e-mail. I haven't been
in the mood to talk to people much for the last few days as you might imagine,
but I appreciate you turning to me for this. Brad and I were friends and
collaborators for 35 years. Both of us being vegetarians, non-drug users and
more interested in music than money, put us in a very small minority in the
music business; our bond ran much deeper than just BOSTON music.
In answer to your questions:
I met Brad, soft spoken and unassuming, when he auditioned in a recording
studio outside of Boston one night to sing several songs I had written. Back
then in the early seventies recording a song demo meant coming up with a
significant amount of money, several weeks of my day job savings, to buy a few
hours of 8 track time.
Having endured countless sessions with other singers, most with undeserved
egos, I had only the faintest glimmer of hope that he might be good enough to
squeak by as a suitable vocalist.
He didn't warm up; he just listened to the prerecorded instrument track once.
Then he started to sing. I don't know if it took two seconds or three, but
before he finished singing the first line I knew that some guardian angel had
just delivered to me one of the best vocalists ever to step up to a
microphone! Then he kept going and I realized he wasn't just one of the best,
he was amazing! High notes I hadn't heard before followed by harmonies, and
overdubbed exact duplicate layered tracks, all with ease, all with emotion,
and yet all technically precise.
Before we left that night he had rewritten the lyrics and the melody, sung all
the vocal parts, and with the magic of his voice turned my stark guitar riff
into a song! From that moment on I only hoped I could write and record music
worthy of his attention and interpretation.
There were soulful notes that pulled you into the song, stratospheric screams
and angelic high notes, and after hitting these record breaking notes he'd go
back and sing a harmony part above it! He didn't rehearse any of these parts,
he could jump back and forth between harmony parts, double tracking parts, and
then go back and do it again exactly the same with one tiny change, adjusting
all the other singing parts to fit with bionic accuracy.
You'd think anyone with this super human talent would be an insufferable
egomaniac. But Brad was just the opposite, and amazingly he remained honestly
humble in spite of the incredible star pressure that followed BOSTON's
success.
Brad and I banged our heads against the wall trying to get a break with record
companies for five years. During that time he and I did a lot of basement
recording; we received absolutely zero recognition locally and complete
rejection submitting our demos to national record labels. I think this
experience put our future success in perspective as we both realized that
after so many years of insult, we were just very lucky to be able to record
and play music above ground! Unlike many other individuals eventually involved
with BOSTON, Brad's down to earth personality never wavered; it was his
natural demeanor.
When someone asked me what Brad was like, the first words that always came to
mind were "nice guy." Oddly, his incredible performing abilities
seem barely worth mentioning compared to his attributes as a human being. He
was soft spoken yet very quick and funny. Although I rarely remember seeing
him in the throws of a good belly laugh, he could keep the people around him
in stitches effortlessly, and did so on a daily basis. When he wasn't making
someone laugh, or giving his time to a fan, he was a tireless worker, both in
the studio and on stage.
He and I had a very strong personal connection because of our moral beliefs,
yet we were drastically different kinds of people. While I am rebellious and
easily provoked to an unyielding defense, Brad was passive and studiously non
confrontational.
Somehow over the years I think we both grew not only to accept this in each
other, but to respect it; I think this is part of the reason we were able to
work together for so much of our lives. In an odd parallel we were also
opposites in the studio. Once Brad would laid down a vocal track he became
instantly committed to it and would dig in if challenged, whereas I would want
to change everything and never be sure. We were usually at odds on how vocal
arrangements should go also, which in early years caused heated debates. Later
we both developed such respect for each other's abilities that the
collaboration, so important to the eventual outcome of BOSTON's music, became
much easier. It was largely my music, but it was Brad who brought it to life,
and this struggle we both had to endure was part of what made it so many
people's favorite.
I last saw Brad at rehearsal last month where we prepared several old and new
songs for our upcoming summer shows. These are my fondest memories, playing
music with my friend and the greatest singer in rock and roll.
Andy, Brad and I have been used and abused throughout our adult life by the
music business, it continues even in his death. Please do the right thing with
this. Sorry I wrote you a tome.
Cover Story - Best Of Nashua 2005, Readers Poll Results
Best Local Musicians - Project Mess
When
Project Mess rocks, they rock hard — that's what the ’80s hair bands were all
about.
Project Mess has been rocking out southern New Hampshire since the early ’90s,
covering songs from the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s.& today. Project Mess
consists of David Dillavou on bass/vocals, Chris Messier on drums & lead
vocals, Phil Plante on guitar/vocals and Greg Thomas on lead guitar and vocals.
The band takes its name from Messier’s nickname, Mess. He thought up the band
name years ago, even though he’d had bands under other names before.
Bassist
David Dillavou describes the band’s sound as alternative modern rock — a
cross between Godsmack , Rage Against the Machine and Lynard Skynard . Dillavou
said the band really gets the crowd on its feet and its heads a-banging.
According to fans, Project Mess has such a variety of influences that it can fit
comfortably into any venue — Dillavou recalled a 70-year-old woman who was
shakin’ her groove thing to a Rage Against the Machine tune. Slow down,
Esther, you may jar something loose.
Dillavou
said a Mess show really depends on the crowd. A mellow crowd will get some
slower songs but if the crowd looks angry and ready to rock, the band cranks it
up.
Dillavou
claims their fans range from Kinko’s employees and real estate agents to bikers.
Project Mess likes to work the crowd between sets, they’ll even let you
come up on stage and jam with them if you know what you’re doing.
“We
love it,” Dillavou said. “Let them jam.”
You
can catch Project Mess at such venues as the Polish Club on High Street,
Nick’s Sports Bar on West Hollis Street, Cattleman’s in Railroad Square,
Haluwain the Nashua Mall and in
Manchester at the Hogs Trough Saloon and Milly’s Tavern ,and Johnny’s Lowell
Rd in Hudson NH.
WILTON - Many in town knew Rod Price as a
loving dad who never missed his son’s baseball, soccer or basketball games.
Fewer people knew of Price’s musical background as a renowned slide guitarist
and founding member of the British rock band, Foghat.
Roderick M. Price, 57, died Tuesday morning after suffering a fall down the
steps of his Potter Road home.
“No one can understand it, it was just a freak accident,” said family friend
Ressie Berkebile. “Everyone’s trying to absorb the shock of it.”
Price was a familiar presence at his 9-year-old son Rory’s sports games, and
was described as an active, caring father.
“Rory was the light of Rod’s eyes,” said Berkebile, whose own son, Caleb,
is Rory’s best friend. “He was always at everything the kids did. He was an
awesome dad.”
“I don’t think he ever missed a game,” said Ellen Tremblay, an official
with the Wilton Junior Athletic Association.
“Rod particularly liked to watch baseball. His son is an unbelievable
ballplayer,” Tremblay said.Price’s family is asking that in lieu of flowers
memorial donations be made to the association.
Not many Wilton residents knew about Price’s musical career, and that seemed
by design. Like in the lyrics of the hit songs of the band he helped found in
1971, the London native was no “Fool for the City,” moving to Wilton in 1994
because he enjoyed the small-town atmosphere, and because he chose to take a
“Slow Ride” from fame and the flock of fans, say those who knew him.
Some of those fans by Wednesday had already posted a tribute to Price and news
of his death at the Foghat Web site,
www.foghat.com.
“He tried to downplay it a lot,” friend Dave Berkebile. “He was trying to
put that past behind him.”
Instead, Price concentrated on his blues projects, cutting several CDs in the
past few years, and also giving private guitar lessons out of his home.
“He did some really good blues,” Dave Berkebile said.
According to the Foghat Web site, Price played lead and slide guitar with Foghat
from the band’s beginnings in 1971 until 1980, and then again from 1993-99.
His other projects included Shakey Vic’s Big City Blues Band, Dynaflow Blues,
Black Cat Bones, Nightwatch and Lonesome Dave’s Foghat. In a 1998 interview
published on the Web site, Price said he had met his wife, Jackie, in Houston
where she was working as a restaurant manager.
Rock critics have praised Price as an guitarist who was particularly adept on
slide guitar.
“As a kid round about 7 or 8, I would sit and listen to the radio. I loved
music immediately,” Price said in the 1998 interview. “The first slide
player I ever heard was probably, Robert Johnson. That was the awakening . . .
the kick in the ass was Earl Hooker and Elmore James. They shook me, moved me,
and pointed me in the direction of my future.”
Besides his wife, Jackie, and son, Rory, Price is survived by two stepsons,
David and Jessie, and two stepdaughters, Robyn and Sarah, all of Wilton.