In these hours before daylight, I'm remembering Rick Fielding.
Yesterday, I came across his advice to someone here on the Mudcat years ago who wanted to play like Doc Watson. Rick layed out several steps for the aspiring player, steps that were so accurate that no one could have added a word or line. I can only wonder if that person followd Rick's advice.
What a wonderful tool the Mudcat is to have preserved a precious record of Ricks musings on music, instruments, the life of a musician and a hundred other things. I can call him up just anytime I need some inspiration.
   Thanks, Max, for this online 'journal' of Rick's writings.
This 'journal' has many entries I haven't read, but I will read each and all, and each time I'll remember the times Rick and I sat and traded licks and songs and stories about the misadventures of folk musicians.
Of course, when I read his 'journal' it's hard to accept that he's gone from us. As long as you keep the Mudcat going, Max, he lives on, and rests here among us.
When the house wakes up this morning and I can play my guitar without waking Susette, I'll pick a tune with Rick in mind. Perhaps some of you might do the same today or tomorrow or sometime.
Later on, Rick.
cheers
chance