Hi all especially Mike Miller and Saul Broudy,

Clay Eals recently visited me at a gig to talk about Stevie and the memories flowed like wine.

I particularly remember visiting him at Sloan-Kettering hospital in Manhattan. We were both sitting on his bed playing guitars, working out the chords to one of his new songs. He was attached to an IV line and the bottle was swinging out of time to the music. As the chemo agents dripped in he turned pale and started throwing up. He declared that he was going to shave off his mustache because it made such a damned unwelcome vomit filter...then we kept on playing.

May Stevie live forever in our memories.

Best to all, Ray Frank