Over the past several years Bud Cockrell has suffered from diabetes and on March 6, 2010 he passed away in his sleep!
His music was special, Bud was special, with a voice like none other!
The prolific body of work that Bud produced on his own and with bandmates Cory Lerios, David Jenkins and Steve Price is a testament to the power of song and live performance and he will be missed dearly in the music community.
In his honor, this website is dedicated as on ongoing memorial and tribute to Bud for those who were influenced, those who were fans and those who will discover Bud's musical wealth and contributions throughout the last 40 years.
Pablo Cruise invites anyone who has music, photos, stories and more relating to Bud Cockrell to share this with us. We'll see to it that your contribution is posted on this website.
Please send an email describing what you would like to post to our: CruiseDirector@PabloCruise.com
... and of course, we thank you! Bud leaves behind an amazing body of work and we just pray that he has finally found his "Place In The Sun"
Bud Cockrell was truly one of a kind... He was a true "Rock and Roller" up to his very last breath...."Like The Clown That Lives On Laughter And Pays For It After The Show Is Over"
Sincerely, And With Love,
Dave, Cory, Steve, Chuck, Bob and Jane and all the others that worked with him, knew him and loved him throughout the years.
If anyone wishes to make a financial contribution in Bud's name, it seems appropriate that you contact a diabetes cure organization in your community.
for more information please reference: American Diabetes Organization
Check out Bud's Songs
A letter from Bud's Little Sister
Missing a man I didn't know more and more as the days go by. I can only say THANKS to all the people that have left there memories of Bud on this page it gives me a chance to get to know him in My Own Quiet Way......
A letter from Bob Brown
I got the news this morning from Dave. I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through but your suffering is over. Dave put it as good as anyone ever will. “Heaven’s got a new soul singer. They aren’t ready….” He says he got to speak with you for a while last week. I only wish I had as well. Last I asked about calling you I was told you were “in and out” at the hospital. They had amputated your leg. You couldn’t have any idea how much you have been thought of. And speaking for myself, at least, for very good reason.
I first saw you perform with this new group that Frank Rothschild had insisted I check out. That was over 36 years ago at The Great American Music Hall. You totally had my attention. The band obviously was wonderful. But my initial impression of you was “this guy is special.” It turned out that you were all very special in my life. But I’ll never forget when your first came up to my house with Patty driving that old vintage car. (Desoto?) I had never met anyone like you before and I kind of knew I was hooked. You knew it too and immediately turned me over to Cory to finish the job! Our meeting made a profound difference not only in the rest of my life but in a lot of folks’ lives ever since.
You were so simple yet deep and complex. You were so honest, even moral. You were also forever an enigma to those closest to you. One thing you always did was make people feel. To say you wore your heart on your sleeve doesn’t even get it. I remember countless rehearsals and gigs. When you showed up everyone knew what kind of day it was going to be, immediately. You were always all business and professional. You were on time but didn’t want to hang longer than was needed. But when you arrived and were in great spirits there wasn’t a funnier guy in our world. And if you had some shit going on at home, well it was best to get straight to the music.
Your talent was unique and as natural as it comes. When Pablo Cruise finally got signed “for real” by Jerry Moss, you had much to do with it. You might not have even known this, but when Moss pulled up in his limousine at our rehearsal space at the old heliport, he was on his way to Winterland to see his absolute favorite A&M artist Joe Cocker. I was a big Cocker fan too and you definitely had some of that same raw soul in you and that was it for Moss.
That you didn’t get to enjoy all the success Pablo Cruise enjoyed was more than a shame. For all of us. Another “never forget moment” was the night you called my house to tell me you had to quit the band. Cory and Dave were both coincidentally right there when the phone rang. “Whatcha Gonna Do” was just becoming our first Top Ten hit. It was surreal. But we knew the pressure you had been under with Patty not really wanting to share you with the guys. Out of respect for you we didn’t try to talk you out of it. It was just too heavy, period. The fact of the matter is, you were always irreplaceable. Whoever played your role just couldn’t fill your shoes. Your presence on stage was vital. I mean, we only had 4 guys. And two of them had to sit down to play! And the other guy was good looking and a great singer and a great guitarman, but he was pretty skinny. So center stage had a big hole without you.
That Jerry Moss gave you an opportunity to make a full budget record deal with Patty showed how important you were to A&M. I remember how proud you were of that project. You were working with Airto Moreira and Flora Purim. And you came through for your wife. I was sad for us but glad for you. That Cory, Dave and Steve hung tough and came up with a strong follow up album made it easier to move on for sure. (Surprised the hell out of A&M). But again, when it was time to tour, it would never be the same. In fact you could say that about each of the four of you. It was real chemistry with y’all.
When things didn’t work out commercially on your project with Patty and Pablo Cruise went on to some pretty good sized success, your support amazed me. Anytime we spoke, all you could say was how proud you were of those guys. Sincerely said, I know it. Your marriage fell apart and things were bad. Yet you were such a man about it. Never heard a negative word I’d like to think I would have handled things that well in your situation. I thought about that a lot when fans would ask me about you, which was often.
Ironically, I understand you more now than I ever could in the day. First of all, I’m quite a bit older so hopefully at least a little wiser. But I also have spent time in your native land, both Mississippi and Alabama. I fell in love with another soulful guy, from Tupelo, named Paul Thorn. I told him all about you, played him some of your stuff, like my first favorite PC tune “Sleeping Dogs” (remember). Y’all would have absolutely loved each other. (In fact I got to hang out with Joe Cocker a while back in Europe on a HLN tour and the two of you would have been cool as well, great guy.) Anyhow, to spend time in the Deep South with people you really know who have been there all their lives has been a special treat for this native New Yorker. It’s too bad we didn’t get to do that in Greenville.
I’m going to leave you with my all time favorite Bob& Bud story. When the band played Santa Cruz, which was as often as they would have us, you and I would mostly go together or at least drive home together after the gig. The other guys had friends etc. and wanted to hang. You and I wanted to get home to the wife (and kids for me). You always had some killer pot for the ride home and rolled cigar- sized joints. I’d always be driving and by the time we got to San Jose I’d be on Mars. We’d be talking a mile a minute, laughing or philosophizing or something. One night I was low on gas, less than ½ tank. The gas station in Santa Cruz we usually used was closed. I thought we’d make it anyway. So we went for it. We were crossing the Golden Gate Bridge at about 2-2:30am and the car stops. In the middle of the fucking bridge. We’re both stoned and now stunned. I didn’t even understand what happened because I forgot all about the “gas thing.” So we get out and start pushing the car. We had to get all the way to the lookout point parking. I was so messed up that I wasn’t even nervous about the cars that would wiz by (nobody even stopped!) but was concerned about being busted. We laughed for a long time about that night.
Those of us who knew you, Bud, all heard you say at one time or another “Man, I love your ass.” You told me that every stony trip home from Santa Cruz and then some, even several years ago when you played at the County Fair. Well Bud, I’ve always loved your ass too. I’m so glad you were part of my life. You will be remembered fondly by all of us. Adios amigo, Bob Brown
A letter from Cory Lerios
To Bud Cockrell with great love From Cory Lerios
I first met Bud on the road somewhere in the South in 1972. He was playing with “It’s A Beautiful Day,” and I was on my first national tour with a little known band called “Stoneground.” We were opening for “Beautiful Day.” Stoneground was kind of all over the place musically and although it was a lot of fun to play in, it was nowhere near as tight as “It’s A Beautiful Day.” They were riding a big hit song at the time, called “White Bird,” and they were definitely seasoned players. I was a long time fan of the band and I’d heard they hired a new singer and bass player from Mississippi. Needless to say I was really excited to hear them. When they hit the stage there was David Laflamme on electric violin and vocals and there was beautiful Patty Santos singing her heart out, but the one that caught everyone’s attention was this new bass player/singer Bud Cockrell. The guy was ridiculous! He was playin’ and singing with more heart and soul than my whole band put together and there were eleven of us! He was really, really special!
After the show and a couple of drinks and what not (I’m being modest) Bud and I met and the energy between us was unforgettable. First of all, he was the funniest guy I had ever met and the most lovable. We exchanged phone numbers and said as a lot of musicians do, “hey man, we’ve got to get together and jam sometime.” Well when you’re on the road and you meet a lot of great players and you do say that a lot, but rarely do you follow up on it. Well I never forgot about him and when I got back to the West Coast, I did call him and said pretty much said the same thing….”hey man, we’ve got to get together and Jam.” As it turned out, both of us were restless and not really loving the bands we were in. This was late 1972 and Steve Price one of the great drummers on the planet, Dave Jenkins who was actually playing bass in Stoneground and I were planning to leave the band and start something new! Enter Bud....the timing was perfect!
I’ll never forget our first rehearsal. You have to keep in mind, Bud was coming off touring like a true “Rock Star,” making a lot of money, traveling first class, staying in the best hotels with a hit band “It’s A Beautiful Day.” Dave, Steve and I were coming off of pretty much the exact opposite. Making no money, staying in lousy hotels, traveling anyway we could get there….So there weren’t a lot of similarities in that area, but there was a huge bond, and that was our respect and admiration for each others talent!
Back to the first rehearsal…..Dave, Steve and I are anxiously awaiting Bud’s arrival. Bud was always on time when it came to rehearsals and like clockwork he shows up driving a beautiful brand new convertible Jaguar XKE, wearing a very expensive Leather Jacket with some kind of crazy fur collar on it, the top down with this amazing, perfectly groomed Sheep Dog named Spatz sitting shotgun! It was quite a site, right out of a movie!...also keep in mind Dave and Steve and I were all driving old Volkswagons….Needless to say we were a bit intimidated, but thrilled to see him!
He gets out of the car kind of like Elvis and says, “Boys,” he always called us Boys…..“This is my dog Spatz, let’s jam,” but let’s smoke this first! I don’t think I need to describe the potency of that joint! It was awesome!
When we got back to the Bay Area, we had all kinds of cool ideas, new songs and our bond was stronger than ever. We decided that “Hambone” was kind of a special name, but not necessarily right…so we became “Pablo Cruise.” From 1973 to 1977 we were pretty much inseparable. We rehearsed every day and night and forged ahead. In the winter of ’73 Bud became friends with an attorney named Frank Rothschild. He was good friends with a young stockbroker named Bob Brown. Frank and Bob showed up at one of our first shows in San Francisco and after the show Bob told Bud he’d be interested in getting involved with the band and helping us out.
Bob became the fifth member and the chemistry amongst Pablo Cruise was undeniable. We made 3 albums with Bud front and center and everytime that guy would go in the studio to sing it was magic. I mean it….Bud was no nonsense when it came to writing a song, performing a song and recording a song. Like I said he was always on time when it came to his music.
After releasing two very modestly successful records we finally got a hit with “Place In The Sun.” The first cut on that record “Place In The Sun” written by Bud had such a strong vocal, that when we played it for Jerry Moss, the M in A & M, I’ll never forget him going up to Bud and hugging him and saying, “you guys nailed it this time.” From that point on that record was destined and it did become a big hit. It was a really an exciting time, but it was also a very unsettling time for Pablo. Why? Because Jerry Moss loved Bud so much, he gave him his own record deal….I’ll never forget that day when Bud called to tell me he had to leave the band. It was a very difficult decision for him, but all of us kind of knew it was coming and we understood somehow, since his dream was to make an album with his wife Patty.
I knew then that Pablo Cruise would never be the real Pablo Cruise again. And you know 35 years later I still feel that way. Bud was not somebody you could replace. No way, no how! There was and always will be only one Bud Cockrell. You never had to guess where he was coming from, and when he was on and in a good mood, he was one of those people that could make you feel like you were the most important person in his life. The real beauty of Bud was he loved life in a real pure and simple way and when he was happy it was infectious! Like The Clown That Lives On Laughter and Pays for It After The Show Is Over…Bud was a true Rock and Roller! I know a lot of years have passed since I’ve seen or talked to him and I feel bad about that, but the years that I did spend with him will never ever be forgotten! Bud if you’re listening, I just want you to know I’ve always loved you, and I hope and pray you’ve finally found your “Place In The Sun.”
I think it’s a must to end this story of Bud with a couple of classic quotes!
One day Dave Jenkins and I picked Bud up for rehearsal in my VW bus…. He was living in this cool little cottage in San Rafael, California that had a stream in the backyard….He gets in the car and says, “Boys, I just shot a fish in my backyard with my 22! Call me stupid, but I really had to think about that, because at the time I didn’t know he had stream in his backyard!
Another time Dave and I went to pick him up for rehearsal and he was married to Patty at the time…he gets in the car and says, “Boys you’re lookin’ at a man that just came 9 times.” That’s messed me up to this day!....I’ve been trying to break that record for the last 36 years! I’ve never gotten close! God Bless You Bud…..you are a blank, “ucker”
Last but not least…..Bud would always call me when he had a great idea for a song. It didn’t matter what time of day…One night late, very late, he calls me and says, Cory I’m writing a new song, I’m not sure it’s right for Pablo, but it could be great for a country artist…I say, “cool, what’s its called,” He says, “Get your tongue out of my mouth, ‘cause I’m kissing you Goodbye.” I don’t know if he ever finished that one, but somehow the title alone says it all!
To Know Him Was To Love Him……….God Bless You Bud!
A Letter from Chris Johnson Athanasuleas
The loss of Bud is a tough one for all of us. I so vividly remember standing in front of the stage watching Bud belt out "Rock and Roller". I was totally and completely mesmerized (remember that weird thing he did with his tongue!).
Thanks guys for giving that song back to me. I play it over and over, bumping the volume up a little each time and the memories keep pouring in...so many fun times together. Kathy & I were the best groupies you ever had, and still are...pretty wonderful after all these years that we've stayed so close.
A few short years ago Bud came to the ranch in Santa Barbara for the weekend. John and Leo loved him. Leo and Bud prayed together. We went for a long hike which I know wasn't easy for him at times. He had already had some health issues but was determined to get better, get healthy. A couple of months ago I drove to Mississippi to his home. He showed the same determination in spite of his declining health...determined to make it better. He had heard about a cruise ship that was equipped with dialysis machines and was ready to go!
If Bud loved you, he told you that he loved you... again and again. We all know he had soul but he also had a big ol' heart. Sure he was cantankerous at times but, hey...he was an artist. He was also a gentleman, a real southern gentleman... especially to the ladies...especially to me. He was one of very few who always called me "Christina". This was Bud's "Southern Charm" at work and it sure worked on me, then, now and forever.
On Thursday I'll be joining Bud's Mother and 2 sisters, Rita and Dottie, in Greenville Mississippi for Bud's funeral. I'll read the letters you've sent and I will play Bud's music. I am very honored to do this.
Click here to view some very intimate videos provided by Chris
A letter from David Jenkins
Bud, my dear Brother,
I'm gonna miss you. I have missed you. As I listen to the recordings we made so long ago, I'm amazed at what we had. What an amazing chemistry we had between all of us. It was a great band and we did make some great, from the heart, inspired, kick ass music. You brought such raw soul to our sound. I remember some times when we were learning guitar/bass lines, how it might take a little time to get it, but once you had it "under your fingers", as you used to say, there was no one on earth that could play it with more feeling. That's what you have always been about, Bud.... feeling. You felt things in this life more intensely than anyone I have ever known. I remember how you could express yourself with just a look or a sigh or a word and I'd know exactly what you were conveying. We shared some of the best times that musical brothers could have ever had. It was a magic time back then anyway, with all the experimentation that was going on in music, in alternative living, coming up with the baby boomer generation, the newness of our age of freedom, the experience of coming to California for the good life. What an amazing time. We were living the dream.
I'm so proud of having known you so well, Bud. Proud of what we accomplished together. Oh yes, there were times I thought we'd kill each other. There were times I wanted wring your neck for being such a belligerent jerk, and I know you wanted to do the same to me, but we never went for it. I think we were both afraid of what we might do to each other. Or maybe we were just smart enough to know we didn't really want to hurt each other. In the end, I just found myself full of forgiveness and love for you. And in the end, that's what I felt from you. The rough times seem to pale in contrast to the incredible highs and moments of wonderful inspiration. We sure did experience a lot together as a group, as brothers learning how to communicate, and as individuals searching for ourselves. You have always been in touch with the spirit, Bud, in your own way, as some of your lyrics clearly suggest, and now, now you are spirit, and your spirit has joined with God and this is your essence, and now as I Look To The Sky, knowing that you're there... in the clouds, in the wind, in the stars, and smiling down from the Heavens, it makes my time here a little more comforted. Lord, Thank You for Bud Cockrell, a true Soul searcher and a true Brother.
One more thing, James Ray. We'll all be seeing you again soon enough. Who are we kiddin'?!! Maybe you could have 'em all tuned up and ready when we get to play again. We're gonna kick ass.
I Love You, Brother Bud
A letter from Steve Price
Bud Cockrell was one of the most unique individuals I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. You always knew what was on his mind and he never ever held anything back.
I will never forget the first time I saw him on stage. I was just amazed at his talent. He never held anything back on Stage, in his life or his communications ever.
He had a way with situations that was like none other. I remember when we were all holed up in a house in Vancouver Washington. We were just starting out and I had just come out of the shower, all squeaky clean my hair all perfect, sitting at the Kitchen table. Bud walks in; see me sitting there, looks at a bowl of fresh ripe tomatoes sitting on the table. He proceeded to pick one up and launch a perfectly placed fastball right over my head. The tomato splattered all over the wall, and dripped all over my head. That was Bud.
I was even more amazed when I was blessed with the opportunity to play music with him. He was truly one of greatest Bass players this drummer has ever played with. He and I had an unspoken understanding musically. We had a bond that was truly special, one that will never be repeated and one that will never be forgotten.
I have, and always will, miss playing music with Bud.
The memories I have of the concerts that we performed together, and the music we played together, are indelibly etched into the fondest memories I have.
I will never forget them or Bud. All he was one of the greatest of all time the world will miss him.
A letter from Kathy Ojjeh
Dear Cory, Steve and Dave,
I just want you all to know that I’m thinking a lot about you. I imagine your hearts are navigating through time, reeling in all the great memories and times with Bud. I have several fun memories as well, but they pale in comparison to the volumes you can all write about the years of growth and passion you all shared for so long. I will keep Bud’s memory in a very special place in my heart and can hear his voice singing as if he were standing right here in the room – truly unique and unforgettable in every way!
I send you all my love and deepest wishes for your comfort at this sad time,
A letter from Bill Schnee
I met Bud very briefly in Los Angeles around 1973 when he was recording with the band “It’s A Beautiful Day”. They were recording in the studio next to the one where I was working. Our “meeting” was really more of a polite “hi there” among neighboring sessions and, as a result, I didn’t get to hear much of their music.
I later had the great pleasure of producing 3 albums with Pablo Cruise. I was first invited to meet and hear the band at the SIR rehearsal studio on Santa Monica Boulevard in 1975. They had just done a gig the night before and the band were all fairly tired (maybe from a little too much…. partying?). I sat in the back of the room watching and listening as they played me half a dozen or so bits of what would become songs. None of the “bits” quite moved me, but I sure do remember the bass player/singer… Bud. His bass playing and singing were incredibly soulful. His pocket with the drums was locked solid. When they finished playing the band all came and sat with me around the coffee table in the back of the studio. We all had a great time chatting and I saw right away what a funny guy Bud was. I made a rather abrupt exit that left the band with something to remember me by. I called Bob Brown the next day and told him I didn’t think the songs they had were ready to record yet. I offered to come up to the bay area and work with the band as they developed the material. Bob said, “Well, we’ll see”, but he never called me back. I soon heard from A & M they had decided to go with another producer.
Then about a year later, I got a demo of 4 songs from the band for their next album. I remember like it was yesterday putting the tape (yes, tape!) on the recorder and sitting down to listen. When the song “What’cha Gonna Do?” came on, I jumped up and said, “now they’re sure ready”! I believe the song “A Place in the Sun” was also on that tape. In both cases Bud’s bass playing and singing were stellar. I called Bob Brown right away and asked, “When can I come up?”
Pablo Cruise was such an interesting mix of talents…. Cory coming from a classical point of view, while David coming from an R & B slant, and Steve who could play anything. Then holding the bottom down was Bud with more soul in his playing and singing than any one person has the right to have! The “Place in the Sun” album was a very easy one to make. Every time Bud went out to do a vocal, I knew to fasten my seatbelt because something great was about to happen…. and it did!
I (like everyone else) was shocked to hear Bud was quitting the band just as the album hit Platinum. When we returned to The Record Plant the next year to record the next album, I noticed right away the difference Bud had made to the vibe of the band. We still had popcorn with Tabasco and parmesan cheese (thanks Steve!), but Bud’s persona was certainly missed. When we started tracking, his bass playing was definitely missed. His replacement was a nice enough guy, but his bass playing was not even in the ballpark with Bud’s. I had to bring up a friend from Los Angeles to do the recording sessions which, needless to say, didn’t go over that well with the new guy.
Pablo Cruise went on to enjoy a nice chunk of success and it’s a real shame Bud couldn’t have been there to enjoy it. The time in my life that intersected with Bud’s was rather short, but his imprint on me was very strong and distinct. People passing away is never fun for those left behind. The letters from the people above certainly testify to that. Those letters also show that Bud was greatly respected and loved…. and he will be missed.
A tribute from Jeff Reynolds on the day Bud is is laid to rest
TO: Bud & all his fans
For those of us that were blessed to play or learn to play music, in Greenville Ms. we were able to not focus on the Not So Many things to do. The Desire to play Music took over and we pushhed on forward just as Bud did all his life.
A Letter To Bud and Family from Beaky Buzzard
Our last conversation, a year ago brings me to write this. You were the gracious, charming, Bud, and I was the sheepish, "Beaky Buzzard", asking forgiveness, and to make sure that we were both on the same page. You assured me that we were and that our relationship was mutual, one of admiration and respect. I felt relieved and invigorated. Thanks my friend for that acceptance and forgiveness. Absolution is good. However, now that you are gone, there is this musical and emotional turmoil in my heart. Did I do enough for Bud? Was I a true friend and confidante? Was he being honest or just gracious, again? I digress.
When you had made up your mind to leave Pablo Cruise, you and I had already become good friends. Cory told me to go for it. With his blessings I proceeded. Then, I met Pattie and the Russian Wolf Hounds at your home in Santa Rosa. I walked into your home and sat at the table with you and Pattie, and I remember vividly, the, "Old Yeller" odor was overpowering. I tried to ignore it. My eyes were watering, remember? You looked at me and said in that slow, southern drawl with a big grin, "What, you never been on the farm, boy"? You took me outside and fired up a fatty and we walked around the ranch. You introduced me to your chickens, your hog, "T-Bone" the steer, each affectionately as if they were your children. You painted the dream for me as we sat on your porch and played acoustics, trading licks back and forth. We sounded so good together, but in reality, it was all you. I was just your foil, with the quick hands and the fancy licks. You were the meat and potatoes, the real deal. I spent that evening with you and Pattie, playing music under the stars in front of a fire pit. We all knew that it was going to be good. We knew it. It was then that we hatched our plan and began our musical journey, together.
So, I introduced you to my friends, Michael, and the ever dynamic and entertaining, "Benny" and we started putting our dream together in Glenn Elen. When the momentum grew to a peak, and we showcased for Jerry Moss at S.I.R. in San Francisco, it was a musical dream come true. The band, the recording contract, the musical family that we all wanted. And then, the search for a producer and the making of "New Beginnings" with Bob Monaco at the helm. As much as I understand about first efforts, we were light years ahead of most. Then, meeting Jaco, Flora and Airto on that first day at the studio was an eye opener and it was, dream on. Those were pretty heady days. Days filled with visions of a tomorrow founded on the shoulders of you, Bud, your voice, our ringmaster and tour guide. Damn, that was fun!
You kept us all entertained, comfortable and guided us through the process. There were some bumps in that road. It was not all fun and games and we tested each other. But, we learned how to work together, we could make the music work for us and all the while we had our vision our pact from that original night under the stars. We came back to the Bay Area and put a kick ass band together, our only glaring deficiency and achilles was not having a strong and trusted Manager. I begged you to ask Bob Brown to guide our destiny as only he could. That was the piece of the puzzle that we just could never agree on, Bud. I tried, I pleaded, I begged you to help us help ourselves, but to no avail. In the end, sadly, it became our undoing.
I had moved my family to Glenn Elen to be closer to you and Pattie, remember? To be closer to the music, but we were starving, literally. At one point, both my wife and I were in the hospital at the same time, both suffering from dehydration and starvation. I had to send the kids home to their grandmother, and that was when it hit me. Back to reality. Dream over. You have no idea how bad that hurt. How hard it was to call you, with tears in my eyes and a hole in my heart the size of Mississippi. Without a contract, and no work, I could not continue to be there for you, Pattie and my musical cohorts. I could not continue to develop our dream as it was now, gone. With my tail between my legs and my ego shattered, I skulked back to my fathers home, broken and busted, to try and regroup.
I lost contact with you. I was informed by my friends that there were no hard feelings, but in reality, you would not talk to me and we drifted so far apart. When Pablo Cruise asked me to join, I eventually had dubious honor of trying to cover and sing, "A Place in the Sun." I did my best, but for heavens sake. Sing like Bud? Come on! No one could handle that chore. Remember the Marin County fair? That was my first gig as a member of the band that you, Cory, Dave and Steve founded. You were there! How awkward that was for us both. You were supportive and kind to me, but I could tell that you were hurting, that you were in emotional turmoil. I digress.
Hey Bud, do you remember how I use to roll those big fat doobies back in the day, right? I was the designated band twister if I recall. I came into the rehearsal hall that one day and you were smiling and all excited. You announced, "Hey Ange I figured out why your joints unravel at the end". You were so excited by this revelation that I was struck by the glee in your voice. "You are licking the glue completely off of the papers"! "You need to eat more boy"! Let's go have some mexican food, I'm buyin!". How true that was, Bud, but I could never have told you how hard it was for me and my family. How painful and how much it hurt to lose you, to lose our dream to lose my musical family.
Now that you are gone, I find myself in that same place, where nothing else matters and the catharsis of these words are my only solace. It's not enough. I miss you. I wish you your place in the sun, a much better place and I will never, ever, ever, give up the dream. Thank you, Bud, Pablo and to the wonderful family of the good ship Pablo Cruise for all that you have helped me achieve and for the trust and confidence, the generosity and guidance that you afforded me.
With love, admiration and a dream still in tact, God Bless you Bud and remember, "Shoot low, they're riding Shetland ponies"!
A Letter from Pablo Cruise's Road Manager
It was 1970 and a friend of mine from high school and I went to The Family Dog at the Beach to see a band his cousin was playing with called "Stoneground". He said we could get backstage after the show and after going to see all the bands of the era at Winterland and The Fillmore and The Fillmore West and other places, I jumped at the chance. "Big Daddy" Tom Donahue's band was playing and my friend Leo's cousin Cory Lerios and Steve Price were the new guys to that band. I went back stage that night and after the show helped the only crew guy they had load out. He asked if I was coming to the show next weekend at some place or another and I said yes and he invited me to help load in and load out….that was Geoff Torrens. That was the beginning of my life-long career in the music business.