Well, I guess it's kind of fitting for me to post this right after Dakotey. I had a club on the West Bank in the seventies (well, on into the nineties) where Sean and Dave played some, and recreated some. Dakotey could be prickly (Dave if you read this, you know it's nicely meant) but Sean never was. As a person to pass some time and a beer with, he was one of the greatest. Smart, funny and his own self in such a sweet and gentle (usually) way.

Along with his newer stuff, I still have their first two Train on the Island records, and for twenty five years I've known and remembered every word of every song. I take 'em out frequently and, having just heard this morning about Sean's passing, I took 'em out again tonight.

What a waste for him to go so young. Or at all, though I guess we all have to.

(And glad I found this place to say how I feel. Lots of old familiar "faces" here.)