Lowell George. May your funky soul rest in peace.
1978, Buffalo NY. Sheas Theatre. Little Feat with The Fuller/Caz Band opening.

We were wandering around before the show, just hangin out...my girfriend Nancy, (who was at that time the manager of The Belle Starr, one of the best clubs in the world, ever) spied a friend who worked for Warner Bros, a man named Dennis Oconnor. She inquired if we could go someplace kinda private to ah...prepare for the show.

Dennis said "sure, follow me". He then whipped out two backstage passes and slapped 'em on our chests.

So we entered the winding warrens of the backstage areas of the theatre,(lookin for a flat surface) finaly emerging into the green room.
Lo and behold, there was the whole band warmin up for the show!
First thing I did was to light a few of those nice Hawaiian cigarettes I had and pass 'em around.
I remember handing one to Lowell, he simply smiled and said "thanks man".

I'll never forget sharing just a few light moments with my all time favourite songwiter/slide player. A moment frozen in time.

The band loosened up and headed for the stage...left us standin there gapping.
We could hear them upstairs rippin into their opening song (Day At The Dog Races) so we hauled ass up to our seats...12th row, front and centre.

As per usual at a Little Feat concert, the whole audience was in on it, mouthin every ward with beatific smiles.

One of the best shows I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of shows.
(I had seen LF with Lowell probably a dozen times...they loved playin Buffalo, they still do. Nothin on earth like gettin Buffaloed in Buffalo)

This was November '78. Sadly, very sadly, Lowell left us the following June, just 6 months later.

This year, June 29 2009 will mark 30 years since his death. Let's remember him with humour, kindness, respect for each other, and hope. He brought us so much joy.

Lowell...aww man, we hardly knew ya.