Dedicated to Jeff Sessler

Hey Soul Mates,
just in from the Big Monday at the Joint. It was a good night for music. Blondie Chaplin was in great form on "Change Is Gonna Come." Keith Allison (of Paul Revere and the Raiders) did a nice take on "Parachute Woman." I also got a chance to chat with Richard Bosworth, our producer about our project and some other things he is working on. I also fliered the place. Hopefully a few of the folks will deem it worth their while to check us out next Friday.

The sad news I got from Kim (one of the Big Monday regulars) was that Jeff Sessler, the quasi-manager of the Big Monday crew, passed away on the 22nd. Jeff was a scruffy, roly-poly guy with a great smile. He had been a roadie for the Stones and wrangled the band that made up Waddy's group. I had seen Jeff on the 20th at the Mint for Blondie's set. 2 days later... gone. Which made me a bit sad. Jeff was always welcoming and appreciative of my attendance at Big Monday. He constantly wanted to do some sort of gig promoting our band. We only played one of his events and that was 2 years ago, but it was a success and Jeff ever after had kind things to say about me as a musician. I will miss seeing him at the Joint and said a prayer for him and his family. It actually seemed like he might come out to see our show next week. So, I dedicate our first number of the night to him. Thanks, Jeff.

Love, Power, Peace.

Comments

Anonymous said…

I am an old friend of Jeff's that lost touch with him. I had been trying to find him for a few years now. I am very sad to find out I am too late to reconnect.

3:15 PM, October 29, 2005

Anonymous said…

I am an old friend of Jeff's that lost touch with him. I had been trying to find him for a few years now. I am very sad to find out I am too late to reconnect.

3:15 PM, October 29, 2005

Cindy said…

Jeff and I spent a lot of time together in the late 60's early 70's. We went to middle school and high school and we always had a blast doing crazy stuff. I saw Jeff in 1973 last then I went back to school.I believe we saw each other again in Florida in 1976 and we lost touch. Jeff I will always love you and miss you just as much Cindy Lynch Jan,2008

3:57 PM, January 17, 2008

Unknown said…

so sorry to read that my grand cousin Jeff is no more. Its been so long since i saw him back in Delray Beach Flo. Hope everything is ok. with his family and friends, and i hope to see you all soon.....Jeff ,too me,was a very kind and friendly person. Niels Copenhagen Denmark

1:12 PM, July 26, 2009

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