I loved Dick for all his exasperating out-of-tuneness--he was the ultimate evidence that you could get by on enthusiasm and spirit rather than talent. I'll miss his unique laugh and his voluminous expertise. Not to mention his great ability to nudge people to get the singing party going--He was usually the one who convened the Friday night gatherings at the Getaway, calling on people to stop socializing and start making music.

We're going to have to have a memorial sing-around where everyone will mis-tune their instruments. It'll be hell to listen to, but remind us of a good friend in heaven, where even now, other angels are probably cringing at his attempts to play a harp, to which he will respond with a complete history of the instrument.

--Charlie Baum