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Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 02:11:32 PM EDT
 Due to unfortunate recent SPAM activity on the Drew Glackin Guestbook, each posting must now be approved by the Moderator. This means that you may see a slight delay in the postings, as opposed to the immediate postings of the past. Sorry -- if we can figure out a better way to deal with spam, we will... but for now, this is how it will be. Thanks for your understanding.

Jim Chap (chap@ntplx.net)
Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 02:10:48 PM EDT
Subject:2 things
 First thing - We'll be holding a musical tribute to Drew, in Hartford at Sweet Jane's on Pratt. We really need some solo acts and some New York folks to show up and play. We need the Balloon Guy. We need Drew. Second thing - Hackers are really creepy people who have no place on a site like this. New York! We're calling on you. The few, the proud.......... Thanks, chappy

Grant Miller (grantobean@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 01:55:02 PM EDT
Subject:Once in a while...
 ... I get reminded all over again that you're really gone. Like, forever gone. It happened this afternoon. I thought about how much fun it would be to sit down with you and watch old episodes of Mr. Show together and how you would laugh that crazy laugh which would make me lose it and we'd go through a six in about an hour. I guess it's not completely real to me yet, all this. And I wonder how long ...

Kevin Karg (kevinhayseed@aol.com)
Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 01:54:04 PM EDT
Subject:unfinished business
 Drew baby, You still owe me that drink! I will find you! Back in the day, you always made this out-of-towner feel at home in NYC. Here's hoping someone is doing the same for you where you are now. Until we meet again, Texas Tex ps Windsor Canadian---in case you forgot!

Matt Casper (mattcasper@gmail.com)
Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 01:52:54 PM EDT
Subject:Shitty Surprise
 Drew was a guy I talked about. I have met many people--including more than a few on this page: Hi Jon, Erin, Sarah, Jim, Pete--but Drew was one of the few I talked about to the point of nearly mythologizing him... "My friend Drew can play a banjo in each hand... My friend Drew can drink 36 pints of Guinness in 45 minutes... My friend Drew can play bass with his right hand while tuning my guitar with his left one." (This last one actually happened when Drew played what I like to think he thought of as The Show of His Life: my dad's wedding. We played Neil Young covers and stuff like that.) I knew him well the same time Jon, Erin, and Sarah did: mid-late 1990s. I look back on those years as some of the most impactful of my life, and Drew's is one of the faces I see when I look back. I heard from him again less than a year ago. Things sounded wonderful: he was playing like crazy. In fact, I had been listening to him without even knowing it (The Hold Steady CD, which is loved by many of my friends... Of course, I immediately added a chapter to my "My friend Drew" stories.) I, like anyone who takes the time to share something here and anywhere about Drew, will miss him terribly. Even though we hadn't seen each other in nearly 10 years, I always felt great about him, about having had a chance to spend time with hime, about knowing that he was out there playing music somewhere.

Steve Jones (onthefritzband@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Apr 2008 01:51:39 PM EDT
Subject:1 Night at Butch's
 One night, in a twist of fate as it would now be recolected, I had the distict oportunity to jam with Drew Glackin. My friend Jules and I ended up at Butch's house in C-Ville along with Grundy, and a couple of others. In fact, the image of the guitar on this page which belongs to Jules (1938 Gibson L10), was taken on the night we all met and is being played by Drew. The guitars came out and what followed was what musicians like to call "the groove." It is a sad day when the world loses any person, but this is, to me, more than that because I am a musician. A couple of days ago, I talked to my good friend Dan Levinson and he was on his way to Toronto to see Jeff Healy (who I learned has recently passed away.) Many of you might remember him from the movie "Road House" with Patrick Swayze. He was a such a gifted musician, as was Drew, and the world is not the same without them. I feel, as a fellow musician, a certain sense of loss, or moreover, pain...when the world loses such people regardless of whether or not I knew them at all. It is a brotherhood, this world of music, and every time a brother is lost, we morn. Until we meet again Drew, Love and Respect, Steve Jones

Ellen (ejb512@aol.com)
Date:Thu 06 Mar 2008 11:43:30 PM EST
Subject:Just stopping by
 Just stopping by to say I was thinking of Drew

Colette Flanagan (colettey143@hotmail.com)
Date:Wed 05 Mar 2008 07:07:00 PM EST
Subject:Spring is on its way
 time still goes by. Hard to imagine its only been a few months. March is here already. Spring is a renewal of life that reminds us of Easter and Jesus's passing and return. A time for thoughtfullness of those who have passed and who will patiently wait for us to join them in heaven. Eternal spring. Too deep? Probably. I just want to post to say hi to the rest of the Drew Crew and say I still think about his leaving every day. Regrets have no place in today's world. Love eachother and live each day to the fullest. Peace my loves.

scott danbom (@sdanbom@hotmail.com)
Date:Tue 26 Feb 2008 06:35:05 PM EST
Subject:for drew
 Nice to finally read a lot of these posts. I met Drew maybe 11 yars back through Brent Best of Slobberbone. He's one those extra special humans that you instantly don't forget for every right reason you can think of...I feel blessed to have met him. Through the years he became a fan of the band I play with,Centro-matic. Of course I was already a fan of the Silos and his other musical projects. So I was lucky to run into him from time to time. I often remember saying to myself as driving into NYC, I hope Drew is in town and coming out. And if he was there, it was a better time for sure. His humor and humility drove right to the heart. His gifts were selfless and inspiring. He was always asking to be a member of south san gabriel, centro's counterpart, I always told him he was already in the band. He would always pause and say "no really, I want to play in south san gabriel...". I would reply that he was already in the band, you get the picture. Well in my mind he's in the band forever if he still wants to be. It will be a better band because of it. I helped put together a tribute/memorial show for him a few weeks back in Denton Texas with Brent Best,Steve and Seth from Gingersol, Matt Pence, myself and Mary from Little Pink. Although we were underrehearsed for sure, I had a great time playing it. If not for the simple fact of Drew laughing hard at us. And loving every minute of it. Seth had a great idea of doing it anually. I'm in brother. Thanks Drew. I miss you.

Mike Neer (mike@mikeneer.com)
Date:Mon 18 Feb 2008 01:53:14 PM EST
Subject:Drew tribute
 Hope I did you proud, buddy.

Ellen Berman (ejb512@aol.com)
Date:Mon 18 Feb 2008 07:51:55 AM EST
Subject:Drew Glackin Memorial Show - Southpaw - Brooklyn
 I went early and made it up through the Silos set before having to head out. I am IN LOVE with the feathermerchants - Someone said their set was just a reunion to memorialize Drew - I LOVE that band and want to see more of them. My favorite reunion of the night was Gingersol -- They appeared as Quarry Hill with Steve Tagliere. I was a HUGE fan of Gingersol, and that's how I knew Drew. He and Konrad sat in as the rhythm section for MANY G-sol shows. When the band broke up a few years ago, I was really upset. I was bummed for months. Steve went off to pursue life stuff, and I never thought I'd see or hear from him again. I couldn't even believe my eyes when I read Bryan Mayer's My Space bulletin that Steve would be appearing with Bryan and Seth both at the TX memorial show and at the Brooklyn one. Seeing Steve, Seth, and Bryan together again was a dream come true. I think at some level they must have felt the same way - When they were all standing together early in the day, I asked them if I could take a picture of them. No one argued with me, and Steve asked me if I could take a picture of them with his camera too, which made me happy. : ) When they actually hit the stage, I couldn't stop smiling, and then after their set, I couldn't wait to hug them all and tell them how thrilling it was to hear them again. As Bryan Mayer said, "it was bittersweet." And I agree. While I'm delighted this reunion occurred as a tribute in Drew's memory, in a perfect world it would have happened in his lifetime. In any case, I know for sure that Drew would have been thrilled to know he was the catalyst in getting those guys back on stage together again, which for me, takes away some of the bitter and lets me thoroughly enjoy the sweet. You must be busy up in heaven Drew... doin' all this hard work... : ) Love! - E

Tara (taramarli@gmail.com)
Date:Sat 16 Feb 2008 02:46:52 PM EST
 When Drew was in the hospital, Russ and I searched everywhere in our house looking for pictures of Drew. He was at our wedding, we had hundreds of pictures, surely, there must have been at least one of Drew. We scoured them all and came up empty. Not a single photo of Drew, not even a glimpse of him in the background of any. Needless to say, we were so sad about this. A few weeks ago, I was home alone and for some reason, I thought of a night, years ago, at The Ear Inn. It was the first time I met Jack's wife Daria and I took a picture of them kissing with a disposable black and white camera. I remember I took a lot of photos that night, and, as this was in the days before digital cameras were everywhere, I actually got them developed. I pulled down all my photo albums as whipped through them as fast as I could. I finally got to the roll in question. There were ten photos from that roll towards the end of one of the albums. I flipped by nine of them, when finally, on the last page was a picture I started to take of Russ and at the last minute, Drew stuck his head in the frame. I can't really describe how happy I was to find that picture; it was as though Drew were sitting on the couch next to me, not the scarily thin Drew of the past few years, but the Drew I wanted to remember, sort of pudgy, healthy, laughing, thinking he had messed up my picture. I'm so grateful he did.

Methodist Hospital Staff (meth@gmail.com)
Date:Fri 15 Feb 2008 04:22:41 PM EST
Subject:Placing Blame Just Compounds the Tragedy
 Knuck, It's truly tragic what happened to Drew. But use his life as an opportunity to inspire change not to place blame. The what ifs will eat away at your soul for years.

Damian (damianbeltrandi@yahoo.com)
Date:Fri 15 Feb 2008 10:53:12 AM EST
 It was the early 90’s and I was young impressionable lad bellied up to the bar at what was Scarlett O’ Hara’s on Pratt St. in Hartford. If my memory serves me Drew had an apartment above the bar and walked in right before the Monster Band was to begin their first set. Drew had apparently just woken up (9pm ish) showered and was eating what I think was an egg sandwich as he entered the club. I distinctly remember saying to someone next to me “Now that’s Rock and Roll” and that was before he even began what I would call an all out assault on his instrument. That night like every other night Drew put on absolute clinic I would call his performances musically inspirational except that his mastery made me want to sell my own guitar and become a door to door vacuum sales person. Years latter I shared that story with Drew and his reply was “Rock and Roll is when you spend your rent money to buy the complete Staxx Record Collection like I did this morning” Drew always had a smile and was happy to see all that would come out to see him. He was super guy and great talent and will be sorely missed. All the best, Damian

knuck (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Fri 15 Feb 2008 02:07:37 AM EST
Subject:Vote 4 Change (health Insurance 4 all )! in the once "Greatest Country In The World"!
 AH Drewpy. I am so sorry that my silly little life intercedes with your tribute show, It is either I work and gather my time for insurannce or pay pay 17. 200 $annually$ to pay for the "IA"insurance that would have kept you alive. This is sick and you will always be my friend, there is ever a day that goes by that I do not think about what if... I believe you could have lived... I believe the emergency room at NY Methodist excelerated your death! You should have never even been in that bathroom by yourself! Eileen should have never beeen instructucted by NY Methodist Emergency Staff to remove and replace you on to heart monitor equipment and they should have minimally equipped you with a bed pan or a diaper to deal with your discomfort from the dye they administered for your chest catscan after the correct diagonstic that it was not your heart, but your thyroid! The nursinsing station at the emergency unit failed miserably and no one has discussed this! I'm mortified! What, given Drew's symptoms. was he doing alone in a bathroom! And if nothing is said about staffing in the hospital's of the supposed "greatest country in the world" then we have failed as Drew's friends! Get the fuck out of Iraq and provide proper staffing in our hospital's and insurance for all American arists! The money we spend in Iraq for what I am most certain could insure all American artists and every child in the so called "greatest country" is criminal! I will miss most of you at Drew's tribute at Southpaw because even in unions we must accumulate "time " in order to "qualify " for criminally enhanced insurance (which his death is certainly all about) and my family premium is more than Drew ever claimed as income in a single in a year! I will be there for the conclusion of his tribute show because of my own high hurdles that American insurance companies demand of the working masses.This is shameful and would never happen in most modernized countries in 2008! My prayer is that like all "rock shows" it runs VERY late! I hope to see many of you who hang late and for the rest of my life, I hope that Drew's death acts as a springboard for all of us for more love, life, friendships, and positive life affirming growth! Drew is with me every second of every day and I miss him more than anytrhing! Vote For Change! I Miss you my brother! Every Second of Every Day!

Amanda T (amanda@gmail.com)
Date:Thu 14 Feb 2008 03:39:03 PM EST
Subject:You are missed
 You are missed. Happy Valentine's Day.

Rich (richbailen@yahoo.com)
Date:Thu 07 Feb 2008 03:56:55 PM EST
Subject:We loved Drew
 My wife, Michelle; my buddy, Jon, and I used to see Drew 2 or 3 times a year as he came through the mid-Atlantic states with either Silos or Tandy. In 1997 or so we would see Silos at Roots Cafe or Fletchers in Baltimore. We poured on the love by catching the boys over three Saturday nights in January 2001 in Baltimore, Chestertown, Md; and Virginia. Took a hotel room for a couple of those shows. That's when we really got to know Drew and the band. Also caught up with him in Reading, PA and Boston. Drew always had the biggest smile for us. Always. When the bands rolled around and I needed the wife's permission for late night shenanigans my plug was "Silos are coming. Drew's gonna be there!". I was glad to have known Drew over the past 10 years and glad to have enjoyed his awesome musical talents in two of the best bands out there. We miss you, Drew.

Kent Wood (kwood@rcn.com)
Date:Thu 07 Feb 2008 02:27:16 PM EST
Subject:that damn bass
 Drew, I guess I won't have to face your disappointment in telling you I sold that Mosrite bass of mine. I still remember the day we almost traded for 'the' orange Fender. That's right, folks. Once upon a time, it was *almost* in my grasp! ("Get in line," someone shouts as I duck a low-flying beer bottle) Rock On, pal! -Kent

larry derdeyn (larryd13@hotmail.com)
Date:Thu 07 Feb 2008 10:47:42 AM EST
Subject:spirit of drew
  take a lesson from the king of frivolity,drew glackin shed a tear for drew, then belly up to the bar replacing your frown with a shit eating grin. amongst the living i see many dead, drew glackin is very much alive

jlm (jennifer@sirenstyleshop.com)
Date:Wed 06 Feb 2008 09:00:34 PM EST
Subject:stewarts coat
 it only takes love/love is a healing thing/when you give everything you love in the world/the world gives you love to hold on to ~ rickie lee jones

butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Tue 05 Feb 2008 11:57:13 PM EST
Subject:one month ago
 It has now been a month since many of us said goodbye at our dear brother's bedside that first Saturday of the New Year in NY Methodist Hospital. There has not been any notable lapse of time on any single day since where Drew has not been on my mind. The world is much diminished by his absence and the sadness of that day one month ago has been difficult to shake. My prayer tonight is that my buddy knows that the outpouring of love we have witnessed in the ICU, at the viewing, and his funeral, the Drewfests, the Drewapoloozas and tribute shows in the works and most of all this website will continue next month, and the next, and the next, and that we all never let the pilot light go out on our buddy Drew Glackin. Miss you brother...

butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Mon 04 Feb 2008 10:28:15 PM EST
Subject:"the great gig in the sky"
 The night I understood/this is a world of dew,/ I woke up from my deep sleep... -Rrtsuzan

Butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Sun 03 Feb 2008 10:55:25 PM EST
Subject:Sunday night Drewku
 "Should someone ask where/Drew went, just say, "He had some/gigs in the other world."

Jeff Saffir (jsbikerdoc@excite.com)
Date:Sat 02 Feb 2008 02:23:49 AM EST
Subject:Fond Memories of Drew from one of the Drastic Change Boys
 Wow. What can I say. I received a call from Jeff Perfater this afternoon. I haven't spoken to him in about 12 years. I was happy to hear from him but devistated about why he called me. I was the drummer in what was one of Drews first bands in college, Drastic Change. Although I hadn't spoken with Drew since college, there is no doubt that some of the best times I have had in my life were spent with him. Playing the places we did; The Russian Lady, 36 Lewis Street, The Oakwood, Carry Nations, Mountain Road Halloween parties, U-HA Pub, Purple Passion Party, etc. seem like a life time ago. I can close my eyes and be brought right back to Drew playing bass, tall and thin, with his hair and glasses and eyes closed when he was singing. He always knew exactly what to do, how to play it, and how to sing it. We shared a passion for getting it exactly the way it should be. Even when he would lose his voice, which was often, he was able to pull through and be perfect. Jeff P., Mark B., Charles, D., and Drew G. were one tight group and I miss you all. Why does it take a thing like this to sometimes reunite those that were such an important part of your life. Drew, thank you for being part of my life, allowing me to be part of yours, and for being one hell of a person and musician!

Stevan Mack (smack14@socal.rr.com)
Date:Fri 01 Feb 2008 11:43:21 PM EST
Subject:Foxwoods Escapee
 Although I only knew you from the mayhem that is Foxwoods, this sad news made me think back to some really great times at the Fab Shop that you were a huge part of. It was a blessing to have such a creative and talented brother on our crew, and it was all about stage carpentry, not your music. I feel like I missed out on the absolute essence of who you were. I fondly recall the talks we had about Al Lepak at UH and how the musicians I knew were connected to him and Hart. Now that I'm in the LA music scene I can only damn this news because you were one of only a few players from back east I would have loved to bump in to out here. It'll have to wait, my friend. Play on.

Jeff Perfater (jeff@jeffperfater.com)
Date:Fri 01 Feb 2008 05:59:06 PM EST
Subject:Tribute Show: Februaury 17th
 Drew buddy...I hope you can see this. We're puttin' the band back together! lol...at least as many as I can find. The Drastic Change boys will be at the tribute show on Feb. 17

Keith Hultmark (khultmark@yahoo.com)
Date:Thu 31 Jan 2008 04:38:02 PM EST
Subject:A Song Drew Loved
 I posted here early on... I still think of Drew often and check back here daily to enjoy everyone's thought's and memories. The time Drew and I played a bunch of CD's together while enjoying a few whiskeys, he picked out one song in particular that he said was a great influence on him. Richard Thompson's The Calvary Cross. Pour yourself a whiskey, put on the song, and raise your glass to our friend Drew.

David and Amy Biebel (dbiebel@verizon.net)
Date:Wed 30 Jan 2008 09:00:18 PM EST
Subject:Condolences to the Glackin family and all his friends
 Amy and I were blessed to have worked with Drew at Foxwoods Casino. He was the person who had the best happy energy of anyone that I have had the pleasure to work with. Once, our crew had a picknic style get together at our bosses house, and the night turned into a jam band session. Drew must have played 3-4 differant instruments. He was truly amazing and a gifted musician. I remember selling him my Fender Jazz bass, it was sitting around gathering dust, and I knew that bass had found the right home. He later called me to inform me that the bass pickups were not wired properly (he knew how to maintain instruments inside and out). We will miss him, even though it has been years since we had spoken.

Kathena Bryant of The Hippy Nuts (kathena@thehippynuts.com)
Date:Wed 30 Jan 2008 03:45:57 PM EST
Subject:I remember Drew's onstage energy!
 Drew played with friends of mine who were recording here at our place. I thought Drew was a killer player and very passionate and supportive of the band he was playing with, which is so special. He didn't have that casual "sideman" mentality. I'm sorry to hear of his passing. would love to hear of tribute shows for Drew. www.thehippynuts

Dave Panasiuk (davesmusicmine@aol.com)
Date:Tue 29 Jan 2008 10:40:58 PM EST
Subject:The most upbeat, hard working touring musician I've had the chance to meet
 I too am among the many people that had the chance to meet Drew over the years in the Silos and Tandy. He often played at Club Cafe in Pittsburgh, a very small venue in town, across the street from my store. He was always one of those musicians that gave 110% to every show, no matter if there were 10 people or 100 people. He was also one to stick around and talk to you as if he'd known you forever. He even sat in with the local lounge act that followed the shows late night. He loved the music, the many instruments he masterfully played and the audiences that appreciated his work. He will be a standard for all touring musicians to measure up to, and will be missed dearly.

Joan Hathaway (joanhathaway@comcast.net)
Date:Tue 29 Jan 2008 07:37:31 PM EST
 I'm just getting the news here in Boston. So sad to here the news my condolences to all he knew. I did not know Drew well as our relationship was a series of fleeting moments at clubs at SXSW since 2003. He emoted an immediate spirit of friendship and I have no doubt he is thought of very highly by so many. The first time I met Drew, I was in the audience and he on stage at SXSW. Then on another stage, and another, in the audience just as excited as the rest of us. Backstage at the Continental Club or at the bar at the Hole in the Wall. A great musician, fan, and just all around super guy. We would always bump into each other each year in Austin, it became a ritual. I remember one year I didn't see him until Saturday night, we laughed and were pleased we to see each other out and about enjoying the great scene, great music, and great weather. I'm sure he had this ritual with many, many people. I know he won't physically be at Austin this year, but his presence will always be there for me. Much love to his family and friends. Joan Hathaway

Conrad Choucroun (conradmchou@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 29 Jan 2008 03:23:36 PM EST
 Well, I was looking at a picture of Drew on a Silo's poster backstage at the Blue Door in Oklahoma City on Thursday when I was told he passed away. I was, and still am, completely heartbroken. We played together in Tandy in 2002 and 2003, and I am very grateful for that time. He was all about playing music. I knew him as an extremely musical and joyful person. We could talk and make each other laugh for hours, in the van, backstage, at rehearsals, wherever. I remember he would say things that would make me laugh out loud literally days later. We had lost touch when I moved to Austin from New York in 2004, but I ran into him last year at SXSW at the Saxon Pub. I could hardly recognize him at first, but once I did, I was just plain happy to see him. We spoke and laughed like we used to. As we parted ways to go off to our respective gigs, he looked at me and simply said, "I love you." I was touched and taken aback, and said "I love you too, Drew." And that was the last time I saw him. That is really the only comfort I have in hearing about Drew's passing was that the last thing I got to say to him was exactly what I meant, and exactly what I would have wanted to say. I have Drew to thank for that, because he said it first. Thank you, Drew.

jules poirier (info@jpoirier.com)
Date:Mon 28 Jan 2008 09:54:57 PM EST
Subject:we met once...............................!!!
 I met Drew one night with Butch,Grundy,&Steve in Nov 07 in c-ville.I was lucky to have jammed With him the 1st & only time we would meet.I had the best time.Drew played my 38 gibson L-10 ...he was siked...Then we went to the Fireplace were Drew played solo and had the pit aka fireplace jamming!Drew touched my life forever!! I met him Drew once & I will never be the same..we hung out for 4 hrs .I will never be the same person again.. God Damit.........see ya soon Drew...... your bud jules.ps Drew Im glad We had your last jam in cville together..your my hero...................jp

butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Sun 27 Jan 2008 10:08:19 PM EST
Subject:Flirtations in Drewku
 Wakyu died on the sixteenteenth day of the first month, 1692, He also died at the age of forty-four. Waga toshi no/yoyoshi no hana no/ageku kana/. My four and forty years/bloom in the last verse/ of a chain poem/. By convention, the last verse (ageku) of a renga contains a spring season-word. Wakyu compares his forty-your year-long life to a chain of poetry which he ends with an image of spring.//////////////////////////////////////// We never made it /to the joe strummer movie/we wanted to see...///////////one entry each day/ to honor our brother keeps/the pilot light on...

Ellen Berman (ejb512@aol.com)
Date:Sat 26 Jan 2008 04:35:54 PM EST
 Glad things are moving along for Drewfest at Southpaw in Brooklyn - I saw one of my favorite Silo's shows at that place. It holds good memories for me... - E

Phil (pjz123@comcast.net)
Date:Fri 25 Jan 2008 02:27:29 PM EST
Subject:Drew's song + Drew Fest
 Speaking of Drew's song, it would be great to be able to download it and have the proceeds go for Drew's expenses, etc. It is a great song and a great performance. Another idea: record the Drew tribute shows and make them available with proceeds for Drew's benefit.

Mia Jaconi (mjaconi@aol.com)
Date:Fri 25 Jan 2008 10:20:48 AM EST
Subject:So Sad
  This reminds me all too well of the passing of Eva Cassidy, the Washington, D.C. jazz singer who died of bone cancer at 34. Death, however, didn't stop her influence on others. It was just the beginning of her musical impact. That's the mark of a great artist. Over the past three months, I've become downright addicted to the song on Drew's myspace page. I was greatly saddened when I learned of his death because I so wanted to hear more. There must be other recordings of his music somewhere. He spent his life supporting others' music in a wide array of capacities. It's time to return the favor. He may be gone in body but not in spirit. He deserves to have an album of his own music out there. If Eva could do it, Drew can.

Paul Hinkley Smith (p.hinkleysmith@ntlworld.com)
Date:Fri 25 Jan 2008 06:05:59 AM EST
Subject:So Long Drew
 Not normally given to expressing myself in public, I nonetheless felt compelled to post my thoughts. I only ever snatched a couple of conversations with Drew at Tandy shows here in Brighton, UK. Even so, though I can hardly say I knew him, I am still shocked by his sudden passing. My life would be poorer without his music, though it is hard to be grateful for what we have when there could have been so much more. My thoughts are with his many, many friends.

butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Thu 24 Jan 2008 11:34:32 PM EST
Subject:my love for you brother will never whither away...
 Another snifter of whiskey/Another smokey treat/Another sad day without you/Since you whithered away./ Whither away, whither away,/ I never should have let you whither away.../So quit crying like a pussy/Is what I'm sure you would say/I would if I could bro/But I let you whither away... /Whither away, whither away,/ I just can't believe I let you whither away... /Fare thee well now my brother/Fare thee well now dear friend/I never should have trusted you to just whither away. Whither Away, Whither Away. My love for you brother, will never whither away...

Butch and Char (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Wed 23 Jan 2008 11:30:56 PM EST
Subject:Phillipsburgh High School
 We learned the following information from Monica, Drew's sister. What a fitting honor. "The Annual Performing Arts Talent Show - The talent show began over 15 years ago as a branch off the old pop n' rock show started by Ora Garrin. Andrew Glackin, 1981 PHS grad, was very active in the pop n'rock show and went on to study music at the Hartt School and to be a grammy nominated professional musician. with his family's permission, the performing arts scholarship, which goes every year to a graduating PHS student studying an area of the performing arts, the scholarship will now be named the Andrew Glackin Scholarship for the Performing Arts."

Lyn Dennis (bahold@COMCAST.NET)
Date:Tue 22 Jan 2008 09:50:36 PM EST
Subject:First night at the Comet, you've got a friend.
 Friday night, fall of 1985 my friend Robin I walked down the stairs to the Comet for the first time. On the way down we stood in the middle of the stair case to look around. We saw a guy who could of doubled for Simon Le Bon of Duran Duran and next to him was a taller guy a "LOOKER"(Drew Glackin). At the end of the night when the bar was closing,my friend and I were on the floor looking for an earring I had lost.Both guys came over and asked if they could help find what we were looking for.Those were the first relationships that I developed from the Comet through them I developed many more. Also, adding to the years going out to see Drew play in whatever band he was in at the time ,I still have people in my life I truly love that I met through those bands, for that and I am truly thankful. I knew could call Drew a friend because he'd console me also scole me when I needed it.In the end , either way I got a bear hug and that smile. Thank you to my employer (who is also my sister)and the people I work with that allowed me to take the time to go to N.J. and say "see you soon". Thank you to the person who set up this web site so that we could all share the love, memories, grief. I haven't seen Drew in a while, so I've learned alot about the years I've missed. Thank you to his family for thier graciousness in thier time for grief. My heart and soul go out to you,I can not imagine your sorrow. With your generosity and kindness I saw Drew's life in NYC & how much he is loved. Thankyou Drew for being a friend, giving me such memories. I had already missed you Ilove you, lyn.

Ellen Berman (ejb512@aol.com)
Date:Mon 21 Jan 2008 11:09:26 PM EST
Subject:keeping Drew's memory alive
 Just stopping by to continue to keep Drew's memory alive. As mentioned by Butch in post 103, the 6th Annual Seth and Sid Birthday party at Lakeside Lounge was transformed into a mini tribute for Drew as a pre-cursor to the larger one coming up at Southpaw in Brooklyn. It was lovely to hear Seth and Walter's tributes to Drew on stage and the tributes made by other artists off-stage as people reminisced about Drew. I know Seth really didn't want to celebrate his birthday in such close proximity to losing his bandmate and very dear friend, but in my heart I felt that Drew would never want to be the reason for someone not to be joyous on their special day. Caught in the middle - I tried to honor both themes of the evening by including some Drew-related gifts to Seth and by personally doing a little catering for the birthday part to try to add some sweetness back into Seth and Sid's special day. I think the evening was the right balance of joy and remembrance - more sweet than somber - which I think would be just as Drew would want to be remembered. My condolences go out to everyone who is still trying to cope with this loss... Wishing you strength and peace.

Colette Flanagan (colettey143@hotmail.com)
Date:Mon 21 Jan 2008 06:33:04 PM EST
Subject:Feb. 17th, 2008
 For a tribute to Drew, we should all gather as close as we can. Southpaws in NYC, thats all I know right now. Contact me if you are in or around Htfd and want to get together before, during, after. I'm sure you'll be in good company. Remembering you today and always. Love to Aunt Margaret et al. Colette

butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Sun 20 Jan 2008 09:53:49 PM EST
Subject:"We loved the earth but could not stay" - old saying
 "...but life goes on down here below and all us mortals struggle so we laugh and cry and live and die that's how it goes for all we know down here below." -Steve Earle

Janet Montague 'Jazzy Jazz' (musclegirl12067@yahoo.com)
Date:Sat 19 Jan 2008 05:35:58 PM EST
Subject:Meeting Drew Back in Margaritaville Days Winter of 1985/86
 Back in the mid-80s, I was an employee at Margaritaville; worked there open-to-close [1984-1995]. Consuelo Suarez 'Connie' and I worked together; at the time she was a cocktail waitress and I was a hostess. Connie was 3-4 years my elder, also a student at the University of Hartford. When I graduated Simsbury High school in 1985, I started working in the bar at the age of 18. Connie and I worked together at times....as well as hanging out either with her University friends at someones apartment in the westend of Hartford -- she got me drinking White Russians. Drew was also amongst Connie's buddies, I believe at the time he dated one of her girlfriends. So I was the youngster, but Connie always wanted me around. This crew split up, many of them went to work/live in NYC. Drew came back to Hartford [cannot remember the year]. I used my sister's green card to get into the bars. 36 Lewis Street was where many of the bands had a gig. We went there to see the Commuters. Long after, other waitresses were employed at the 'Ville'. There were five(5) of us, who really got to know one another. We were sisters -- The Lounge Lizards: Joyce, Tina, Jen, myself and Linda. Whether it was the Monster Band or Mr. Right we were there; how in god's name we had the energy to dance-all-through-the-night after working either a Whalers or Uconn game, only god knows. Drew Glackin has been in each of our lives for a very long time. This a shock to me, as it is to all of you; It's aq nightmare which will never go away. I met Drew's siblings and Mom in the early 90s. I looked to all of them as my other family -- I looked to Drew as my brother; his birthday is one day before my brother Danny -- they had alot in common. My love, heart and strength goes out to the Glackin Family, and to all his close friends, for those who knew Drew. We are all blessed with his love. Drew I miss you. I have not seen you in many years; somehow I can still see your smile as clear as water. Glackin Family my deepest sympathy. Drew is always going to be with you when you least expect it. Much Love to all of you. Jazz

Rob Irizarry (robzarry@gmail.com)
Date:Sat 19 Jan 2008 12:43:00 PM EST
Subject:Drew Memorial Concert
 Got an email this morning from one of the Hartford days Drew Crew indicating that there will be a tribute concert on February 17th at Southpaw (in Brooklyn) starting at 3pm. That's all the detail I have at the moment, will post more I'm going to be heading East for it, hope to see many of you there, exchange hugs, stories, tears & beers in honor of the memory of our friend. Also making a stop in Hartford as part of this trip, would love to hook up with any of you that can't make it to the NYC show, how about the evening of the 15ht or the 16th? Feel free to email me... Rob

JOYCIE (@jeraicik@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Sat 19 Jan 2008 08:37:06 AM EST
 The year...1990 The place...Chuck's Cellar The Band...The Monster Band I said to myself,"Where in the hell did this funky ass band come from ?" Immediately I was enamoured with Drew's presence on stage and became a groupie with many friends by my side, Tina, Jennalou, Linda, Jazz, Joey D.,Cat, Paul, Maris, Deb and Shane(a friend whom also left this fine earth in 1991) and the list goes on and on. We all worked at Margaritaville and life was a party with Drew as the master of ceremonies. He would come into the bar before a show, give us all one of those long "drew" hugs (that many onlookers were jealous of not receiving), have a drink or two, and get ready for his gig. The nights he played there, we would all get out of work early and dance the night away watching Drew and all his "funny faces" on stage. When i got engaged in April of 1991, I wasn't worried about my dress, the church, or where I was going to have my wedding. My main concern, "Will The Monster Band play at my wedding?". As we all know they were not your typical wedding band, but I didn't care. I remember the day I asked Drew like it was yesterday, we were standing in front of the wait station of the bar and I was so nervous... he was an icon...so I asked him. I believe he said he would have to check with Ray and the others being they had never done a wedding before. The wait was excruciating! As I recall, within hours Drew came back and told me they would play at our wedding....I was thrilled...my day was complete. I also remember Drew's awkwardness when discussing what to charge us, saying, "Geez Joyce, you guys are friends I don't know" and then when he finally came back with an amount he said, "Is that too much?" People still talk about my wedding, not because of the food, venue, or church, but the band...The Monster Band. Thanks for the memories Drew! LOVE YA!!! Margaret and family you are in my thoughts and prayers daily.

Joycie (@jeraicik@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Sat 19 Jan 2008 07:48:04 AM EST
 The year...1990

Mariann Smith (mimi9967@rcn.com)
Date:Fri 18 Jan 2008 06:26:10 PM EST
 I knew Andrew from my sister Kathy and Brother inlaw Kris. I walked with him in Kathy's wedding. Andrew was a good person. My last memory was him and I jumping on Nicks pogo stick and laughing at how stupit we looked. He was such a fun person. I am sorry for your loss. He will be missed. Mariann

Dan Generous (dgenerous@djgusa.com)
Date:Fri 18 Jan 2008 12:29:43 PM EST
Subject:A great Friend
 I first met Drew back in 1982 at the University of Hartford. He was definitely one of the “cool kids” on campus. We spent a lot of time drinking and playing records. If I had a nickel for every time I heard him say, “Danny, have you heard the new (fill in the blank) record?” I’d retire. He introduced me to bands that I either never heard of or never gave much thought. We were both bass players, but I soon realized his playing was on a much higher level. After I graduated we lived across the street from each other on Farmington Ave. We hung out almost every night that he wasn’t out of town on a gig. Even after I moved to Boston we stayed in touch with several trips up and down the pike. When he moved to NYC I saw him less often but still managed to talk on the phone or see a gig a few times a year. Those that spent a lot of time with Drew got to know not only that goofy smile instantly likable side but also his insecurities and hang-ups. These seemed to make you care about him that much more. As a full time musician there were some financially lean times but there was always people lined up wanting to buy him a drink or take him to dinner, the power of Drew. And when the stage hand union gave him a big fat check, he was very generous to his friends. It’s been almost two weeks since we lost Drew. Since then there have been many e-mails and phone calls to old friends, and a long ride down to New Jersey to say goodbye. There have been countless memories, stories, laughs and tears. I've been putting off adding to this guestbook because I’m finding it hard to express how fortunate I feel that Drew was my friend and how much I’m going to miss him. So I’ll just say, “Thank you Drew”. See ya on the other side, I’ll buy you a drink

George Kilby Jr (info@georgekilbyjr.com)
Date:Fri 18 Jan 2008 11:16:23 AM EST
Subject:Drew was a giant among players and a prince among men
 The story I have about Drew is a simple and short one, but is a testament to how he lived. I hardly knew him at all at this point, but Drew, Neil Thomas, and I were sitting at the bar late one night at the old 9C, now Banjo Jims. The owner, Roger, had forgotten to book a band for the next night. He looked at the three of us, and said "you three will do fine, OK with you?" We looked at each other, had never played together as a band, but as a round appeared, of course we said yes. So the next night, we arrived, did a great gig, one of those where things really click becuase we were flying blind and having fun. Drew had to leave early and I put his share of the bread in my wallet to keep for him. We didnt run into each other for a couple of months. When we did, we both laughed, hugged, I gave him the money, and we went on as if it was the night after the gig, and we had known each other for years. In fact, we were only new acquaintances. But his spirit, his relaxed nature, and his openness struck me as extrordinary and still do to this day. I will miss you and especially miss the opportunity to get to know you a little better. Drew, the world just got cheated out of some of the stuff that makes it a good place to hang out.

John P. Strohm (jpstrohm@gmail.com)
Date:Fri 18 Jan 2008 10:50:32 AM EST
 I met Drew ten or so years ago through Walter Salas-Humara. I shared a number of bills with the Silos, and I had the very good fortune to get to know Drew and his drumming compadre Konrad Meissner over beers and b.s. at a number of late-night venues. The Silos called me up and joined me for dinner whenever they played in my home town of Birmingham. During one of those dinners several years ago I was complaining about having trouble finishing a record. By then I'd given up full time music for my law practice, and my wife and I had a new baby at home. I didn't have time to pull together a decent recording band, and I didn't have the resources to make the record I wanted to make at home. Without hesitation, Drew said "come to Brooklyn; we'll do it in a weekend." I sort of chuckled and said yeah, thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Drew and Konrad were my dream rhythm section; however, Drew's proposal sounded like the sort of thing musicians say after a few beers and immediately forget. I sent Drew and Konrad my demos on the off chance they were serious. Drew called me immediately upon his return to Brooklyn. He'd arranged a studio within my budget and he and Konrad had learned the tunes. All I had to do was show up. I flew to NYC on Friday and we'd finished the album by Sunday late morning when I flew out. I ended up replacing most of my own parts, but Drew's performances were all perfect first takes. He even stayed in the studio all Sunday afternoon playing lap steele while Konrad drove me to Laguardia. Those lap steele parts are some of the most magical moments on the album. I've seen Drew once since then -- we had dinner at a mediocre Vietnamese restuarant here in Birmingham before the Silos played at The Nick. I drove Drew back to the club, and I remember thinking at the time what a great friend he had become over the years; how comfortable I felt in in his company. His generosity, both as a friend and as a musician, was inspiring. The last time we spoke on the phone we discussed the set Drew, Konrad and I were planning to play together at SXSW this March. I'd been buzzing with excitement over that set -- finally a chance to play live with my all-time favorite rhythm section, and to spend some time with some of my favorite friends. Needless to say, for reasons well beyond my disappointment over SXSW, Drew's sudden passing has left me stunned and saddened.

Sandy Brooks (sbrooksx@hotmail.com)
Date:Thu 17 Jan 2008 10:28:53 PM EST
Subject:Drew - thanks for helping me make my music happen
 I didn't know Drew well at all - but I thought the name sounded familiar. I looked back on a studio recording I did in West Hartford CT in 1999 and yes, there it was - Drew Glackin on bass. I had asked for studio musicians to play bass & drums for me because I didn't have my own band yet. I was told I would get the best - and I did. I worked with Drew for about 2 days, recording 5 of my original songs. He was professional, and a wonderful musician. He picked up on everything I was looking for quickly. He helped make my dream come true - to hear my music recorded the way I heard it in my head. I also realize now that we were the same age. Thanks Drew - those recordings are a very important part of my life, and led to many changes and opportunities for me.

James Burke (james@summerstage.org)
Date:Thu 17 Jan 2008 11:42:03 AM EST
Subject:Drew Glackin, production manager for Central Park SummerStage
 I am heartened that so many friends and fellow musicians have shared their thoughts about Drew on this site. Even when Drew was not playing gigs, he was still immersed in the world of music and I wanted to share the following announcement which was sent to the many colleagues with whom Drew's worked on the Central Park SummerStage festival: It is with deep sadness that we announce the death of our valued colleague and good friend Drew Glackin, production manager for Central Park SummerStage. Drew admitted himself into a hospital on January 1st with flu-like symptoms that masked a rare thyroid condition which subsequently caused heart failure. He died on Saturday, January 6th. We extend our heartfelt condolences to Drew's family and the many nieces and nephews that were such an important part of his life. Drew's life embodied his passion for music in every conceivable way. He was an accomplished multi-instrument musician who played in numerous bands across a variety of genres in countless recording sessions and live concerts, and was the bass guitarist and backing vocalist for The Silos for close to nine years. As a stage and production manager for Central Park SummerStage for three consecutive seasons, Drew touched the lives of dozens of coworkers and hundreds of artists with his professionalism, humor and great generosity. He played an important role in producing close to two hundred performances and through his hard work was able to share his passion with hundreds of thousands of music fans. On more than one occasion during late night production jags, Drew expressed his desire to jam with Jimi Hendrix in heaven's all-star band.

Andrew Aber (aaberster@gmail.com)
Date:Thu 17 Jan 2008 12:37:57 AM EST
Subject:Smokin Glackin
 Many years ago, I was a jaded ex-musician working at the Village Voice Newspaper. One of my first perks was becoming friends with the good people at the much-missed NYC club The Bottom Line. There to cover a Robert Gordon show, I had the great fortune to hear, meet, and befriend a wonderful band called Tandy. Drew seemed to have this great talent, not only as a musician, but as a thread that brought me to both other wonderful bands, like Jack Grace, The Silos, and Don Piper Situation, and people many of whom I see here on this very sight. We often chatted about music, but I recall a night, when I brought it to Drew's attention, there was a racehorse named "Smokin Glackin". For those of us lucky enough to have seen him play he was indeed that. . . "Smokin". For now, I'll raise a glass to Drew, play one of the many CD's he performed on,,,and tomorrow I'll share good memories with some of his many fans and comrades. To a Friend.....Indeed!

Gunter Sky Kaiser (fingerstyle@gunterskykaiser.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 11:06:10 PM EST
Subject:Drew will be living on !
  I got the message out in Berlin, Germany ,and I'm shoked ! Drew played the dirtiest lap-steel, I ever heard, when I was rushing to Jack's gigs at the Rodeo Bar. Drew certainly lived a short , but intensive live. He filled it up with something we all love. I can't come over to NY right now to honor him, since I'm taking a class. But whenever somebody of you guys is over here, gimme a shout and we play some of his tunes ! You will be living on , Drew ! Gunter Sky fingerstyle@gunterskykaiser.com http://www.gunterskykaiser.com/guitaristic_profile.htm

jlm (jennifer@sirenstyleshop.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 08:35:20 PM EST
Subject:the good stuff
 you bought me a black canvas bag from the gap when you noticed my clothes from the night before falling out from under my arm onto the sidewalk. you brought me bread in the middle of the night to soothe my anxiety riddled stomach. you lifted me up onto your shoulders so that i could see harriet wheeler sing "the finest hour" when we saw the sundays at toads place because you knew it was my favorite song. its like youve unlocked an internal storage unit and these sweet memories keep emerging. slowly but surely bringing just a little bit of comfort between the pangs of grieving.

Phyllis (lunacanvas@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 06:15:50 PM EST
 I've been logging on for days to read what people have to say about Drew. I knew him through Butch and worked with him at the Foxwoods Fab shop. We car pooled from Hartford to Ledyard for awhile just before he moved to NYC. That move was really the best thing ever for him. He was doing what he was meant to do. It's hard to explain to people I'm close to how sad his passing is for his family and friends. He was an amazing person, truly alive and full of music and fun. I love his laugh. Though I hadn't seen him in years, it was always fun to get news of his travels and it was good to know he was doing what he loved. Heartbreaking. Goodbye Drew. Thank you.

doug fay (doug@ctaudio.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 05:03:07 PM EST
Subject:see ya
 Had the pleasure of calling drew a friend but like alot of us i haven't had as much contact with him after he left hartford and moved to nyc to make a more intersting life for himself....always was anxious to hear what "drew news' there was when butch would take the time to check out one of his nyc gigs.....take the time and stay in touch with friends, even when you can't see them as often as you like.

Aimee Delaney (asauter2@excite.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 04:46:01 PM EST
Subject:small things that fill the biggest holes
 I knew Drew off and on for about ten years thru a music venue that my husband and I run in Baltimore. Drew would play with various bands from time to time. I always tried to be nice to the bands--our music venue wanted the bands to want to play for us, not have to. Like many people have said, I didn't know Drew that well; but I felt a strong bond with him, and Walter,Konrad (and later Rod)--that was just how those guys were/are. I always looked forward to the Silos playing--kind of like friends putting a show on for me and a few others. The last time the Silos played the bowling alley was last April of last year. It was supposed to be our last show of the season. As we found out when we went to set up that night, turned out to be the second to last show before the bowling alley turned into a furniture store. Not only were we having a tough night--but also were the Silos whose van broke down on the way down and had no place to stay that night. Turns out that was a fantastic week-end. Of course the show was great. The Silos ended up staying at our house. I stayed up with Drew talking about god knows what until who knows when. Even for someone who is a bit shy like myself, Drew was so very easy to talk with...The next day, we all went to Lexington market and had the worlds best crab cakes[which they all scarfed down like they weren't gonna eat for the next month}, and watched a really hilarious (and quite talented for the slums of Baltimore City) James Brown impersonator. I just remember the laughs from Drew and the guys. These are my last living memmories of Drew--at the crowded Faidley's bar eating crab cakes, watching the impersonator quake and quiver. But it's the smallest memory I have of Drew that fills my heart. The day after the show at the bowling alley, everyone's waiting around to go to Lexington Market. I 'm going out the front door of my house to the front porch, which was in complete upheavel due to constrution. There's big Drew sitting in a little wicker chair that was stuffed against some wall. Just listening to the birds nesting and feeling the warm spring sun. He looked so peaceful and content... At his funeral Rod, Konrad, and Walter seemed really happy, but suprised to see my husband and I there. But,to us, there was no question we would be there to honor him. To know Drew, even just a little, was to love him alot. We are all so very lucky to have Drew in our lives--even ever so briefly. We will miss you greatly...

Greg Beshers (greg@thepillcrushers.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 03:38:34 PM EST
Subject:From SF
 I’ve had the pleasure of playing many gigs and spending many late nights with Drew. When I heard about him being in the hospital and then his passing, I told my girlfriend, who had never met Drew, all about him. And I think it’s a testament to who he was that when I started telling these stories, I got a smile and my face and we both ended up laughing our asses of. I mean where to begin? One of my fondest memories is being on the floor of the 2004 Democratic convention in Boston during John Edwards’ speech for the VP nomination. How did Drew and I get there? It was of course another fantastical Mary McBride gig that somehow ended up with Drew in front of me waving a Kerry/Edwards sign with Mary in back of me laughing at us as we clapped furiously for the hope of a Democratic win that year. Who would have thought a couple guys like us could be on the floor of a political convention??? Another one is spending 3 days in the Florida outback north of Tampa, again with Mary & Drew, playing some folk festival that I now forget the name of, and the 3 of us clearing a picnic table full of people with our Pro Clinton talk. Wonderful time I must say! The last time I saw him was at SxSW 2007. I went to the Bloodshot showcase where the Silos we’re playing and afterwards hung out with Drew. Always the ego-less musician, as the mostly female fans kept coming up to talk to him, he kept trying to introduce me as a fellow musician and friend. Very very funny. Lots more stories to tell and unfortunately there will be no new ones. We will all miss Drew, that much I am sure of. He was a one of a kind musician, friend and human being. Until we meet again…..greg

Andy Washington (andywash@gmail.com)
Date:Wed 16 Jan 2008 10:59:57 AM EST
Subject:Across the pond
 Drew made friends wherever he went including here in London. There are a lot of people here who are incredibly saddened by his untimely loss. We will all miss him so much. Andy

Pete %26 Shadow (Peterwaldman@hotmail.com)
Date:Tue 15 Jan 2008 05:45:41 PM EST
Subject:Thanks to all
 I can hardly stop sobbing long enough to write. Thanks so much to all for the out pouring of support for my friend. I miss him so. I have known Drew for 6 or 7 years. One night my friend Kenny Carder was in town for an art show and he dragged me to Williamsburg and introduced me to Drew. We became fast friends and I hired him to help me pack art at the gallery where I was working. We hung out a lot and became very close. I have never felt such a loss before and its hard to believe he is gone. I never played music with him or went on tour to untold places, He was just my friend. We kept in touch always and cared about each other. We argued like little old ladies at times and we often confided to each other about our lives. I knew His health was sketchy at best and it's hard not to feel guilty. Most of all I just miss him and can't remember when if ever I have been so sad. God bless us all. I'm sure Drew is very proud.

joe maynard (maynard_joe@hotmail.com)
Date:Tue 15 Jan 2008 04:33:46 PM EST
Subject:Mr. G.
 Well, it's nice to see 130+ entries on this, but I sure wish differently. Drew was the most upbeat, undemanding, considerate roommate ever. I mentioned this in a memorial email: Drew never was a squeaky wheel, but I wish he had been (Sorry bud, to criticize you after yr dead & all). Playing music with Drew was amazing, as so many of these entries tell us. His immediate understanding of how a song works, how solid everything felt when you played with him. How immediately enchanting the atmosphere became with that lap steel... He was gifted, and it was a gift being around him. New Year's Day Laura and I got back from upstate and sat around the kitchen table with him. He told us about his gig the night before. He felt aweful. When he said he was going to check himself into the emergency room, we didn't imagine in our wildest nightmares what that meant. I'm stunned to think that at that moment I was so out of touch with reality, and apologize to anyone or anything for not having put things together re: his weightloss from a couple years ago and his 2-week so-called stomach virus. We've been reeling since. Drew was a real joy in my life, our lives, and as a friend, roommate, bandmate, I miss the b-jesus out of him. As for his life on whole, I deeply admire his devotion to what he loved: people & music. He did what he was born to do, played until the day before he lost conciousness. A completely admirable soul. A brightly burning star. You leave behind an admiring tribe. Bye, buddy.

Margaret Glackin (mjtglackin@enter.net)
Date:Tue 15 Jan 2008 12:39:35 PM EST
Subject:Thank you
 THANK YOU:To those who came to the hospital to offer support and encouragement to Andrew and instead provided for his family, cared for us, fed us, and shared your time and memories with us, giving us a glimpse into his "other" family we knew mostly by names only. Because of you, Andrew was never alone, from the time he entered the hospital until his final moment on earth someone was by his bedside ----- always! To those who made music with him in life and for him in death, what would he have done without you?? His life was centered on music, his life was music, all encompassing, pervasive and wonderful. To those who took time to cook us meals, write a note, send a prayer, shed a tear, smile at a memory, stop in to visit, and in any way remember my son, I am indebted to you. Whether you knew him as Andrew, Andy, or Drew, he was and always will be my son whom I love, and from your responses, so did you. Thank you all!

Mark Britton (mark@mediastratego.com)
Date:Tue 15 Jan 2008 11:56:07 AM EST
Subject:From Me 2 uHAHA Drew
 I first met Drew back in college circa 1981/1982, brought together by a common DNA trait found in so many of those he befriended in life - a contagious love for music. We were both bass players wanting to be in a college band & when a cool band called Drastic Change was formed, Drew played bass & my instrument became the sound board & PA system. We were all influenced by the new wave of alternative, punky non top-40 music that was a breath of fresh air to all the classic rock you'd hear blaring out of the dorms at the time. I recall many times when Drew would stop over with his latest record purchases from the record store on Capital Ave. It was great having my musical vocabulary (& my mind)expanded by his enthusiasm. His influences were far & wide & it showed on some of the originals the band co-created. It was a blast during this time, playing in & around Hartford everywhere from an off-campus basement kegger to the UHA Pub & even a crazy one night party we hosted at a nearby Holiday Inn called Purple Passion Night. I can still remember when we played a sort of battle of the bands benefit at the Russian Lady while an up & coming band from Ireland called U2 was across town playing a free outdoor show at Trinity college. Drew was a musical force to be reckoned with ... but without the ego. I remember during gigs we'd often have a musical chairs sort of moment & we'd switch instruments, Drew might jump on guitar, Jeff Perfater might grab the drum sticks, I'd jump up on stage & play Drew's bass, Chuck D would man the board, etc. It was a fashionable time w/Jeff P sporting his mohawk, Drew & his capezios & his girlfriend Vicki (Barofsky?)dressed to kill in fishnets, ruby red lipstick & black leather jacket... hell ...I'll even admit to wearing frickin' parachute pants & skinny leather ties. I lost touch with Drew & so many others after school but those times burned indelible memories into my head; many of which came flooding back when hearing the news of Drew's passing. As others have said ... it's strange, yet oddly welcomed, how life's unexpected bombshells have the ability to trigger past memories & potentially rekindle friendships thought long lost. 911 did this for many of us ... as I can attest. It was what would bring me back so many years later to re-connect with Drew & other friends from uHA one night at a Jack Grace gig in NYC at the Rodeo Bar. I am sad that it would turn out to be the last time I would see Drew but am so very glad that I was able to "shoot the shit" & relish about the past. For this I thank you Drew - your memory lives on in all of us. A new fan base awaits you now ... keep grimacing as you play those great gigs in the sky.

Mike Pegler (freeway19@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 15 Jan 2008 05:07:50 AM EST
Subject:a reason for the blues.
 My brother, where do I begin? I sat and watched as you and the other members of the central park summer stage crew band played the Stones on stage at the staff party last summer and thought to my self, wow this is what life s about. It’s playing music that you love for yourself with your friends. I consider myself among the lucky people that I got to here you play on stage. Anybody who is in the biz or wants to be will understand what it is to see a friend play for fun on stage. You played because it was what you did. It was why You was here. Forever my radio will play a little quitter, now that You are sitting this set out. Drew it was a privilege, It was an honer to have known you. "Some might even say It put the devil in my soul But that's a bunch of shit I just want to rock and roll I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes My feets got to move now Every time I hear the blues" (The Band) Hey, even the Carnival has to move on. (Glass or bottle held high) To Drew!

Erin Otte (oro@comcast.net)
Date:Mon 14 Jan 2008 08:25:15 PM EST
 I have waited to join in the countless number of fans, family, friends and admirers in expressing my feelings about Droopy's death - mainly because the first feeling I had was anger and I had to wait for that to subside to reach the grief. I was angry mostly because I didn't have a chance to talk to my Droopy one more time and it had been a long time since I spoke w/ him... when I learned that he was in a coma, it all came rushing back - those memories you forgot you had - like the fact that he and I sang together at my sister-in-law's daughter's christening, then again for my husband's mom's funeral, again at my husband's father's funeral... he stood up for my husband at our wedding, then played guitar during the ceremony. Oh, and he performed w/ me with Jim Chapdelaine and Jon Peckman when I won an award for the Hartford Advocate's grand band slam. He and Jim used to call me up to sing once in a while when they were playing as Mr. Right in Connecticut. The time as his friend and musical peer was only a few short years but to this day I still feel connected to him and miss his comfortability and his razor sharp wit - oh, and his lap steel playing wasn't so bad either... I miss you Drew! From: your Roby

Deb Hockman (ddjhock@aol.com)
Date:Mon 14 Jan 2008 08:24:22 PM EST
 Andy – Drew – has never not been a part of my life. As one of the youngest daughters of the three sisters (Margaret, Dot, and Elaine), I spent my entire life looking up to my older cousins. Countless memories always seem to include “the boys” (and Monica, of course). My mom, Drew’s Aunt Dot, and my Aunt Margaret never hesitated to throw all six of us kids in a car and go on some sort of adventure. I vaguely remember the Philly Art Museum, camping at Otter Lake, and, I have heard, many others. Although the destinations are hazy, I vividly remember my family – my cousins – and how much I just enjoyed being with them. Almost every memory includes at least one of them. As we have grown, our trips have faded into memories as we each pursue our own dreams and passions. However, nothing ever replaces our time with family. We still keep each other in our thoughts and hearts, and we know what every single one of us is up to, even if we can’t see them as often as we would like. We take every opportunity to spend time with each other and be there for each other. It is due to this loving family history that I cannot imagine a life without Drew in it – I have never had to live a life without one of my amazing cousins. Simply – I miss him. I miss knowing that he is living the life he dreamed and making the incredible music he loved. I don’t know how to move forward without looking back. I have found myself questioning my faith and so many other things in the world. At the same time, however, something amazing has come of this. I have watched our family – as I knew it would – come together and form our wall of love and support, but I have watched something more incredible: People – so many people – showing love and support to our family and, most of all, to Drew. I knew he was amazing and talented and loved. I just didn’t know how much. So many people have restored my faith in humanity – the ability to show love, show compassion, and show simple kindness – even to people many of you had never met. I watched so many people come together over a shared hug, a shared story, and many shared tears making me realize that his impact is so much more than many people could ever hope to achieve. I am in awe of the impact he has made on so many people, and I am in awe of the love and talent you all possess and are willing to share, so easily, with our family. I will miss and love Drew forever, but I will also remember what I have seen and experienced this last week or so. Thank you.

Mary McBride (@maryboganmcbride@aol.com)
Date:Mon 14 Jan 2008 11:02:58 AM EST
 Thank you all for sharing such great stories. I wanted to share the post from my site here and let you all know that my upcoming show at Joe's Pub in New York on February 7 will be a benefit for Drew's Memorial Fund. With much love, Mary Drew Glackin (1963-2008) Drew Glackin, my wonderful friend and bandmate, died suddenly this past week at the age of 44. Drew played and toured with us on and off since 2001 and I was always amazed at his ability to juggle so many bands, so many songs, and so many shows. At one SxSW in Austin a few years ago, he was downright smug that he had played over 25 shows in a week. And the best part of Drew was that he probably made each of those bands feel like they were his only gig that week. But as impressive was Drew's musical ability to shift gears on a dime during a show and play a raucous unpredictable solo followed by a solo so quiet and intuitive and gorgeous that you could hardly breathe. And he was equally impressive in the studio, where he was serious but not at all precious, and I knew that every moment of focus was bound to be eventually broken with his incorrigibly naughty and infectious laugh. We all know and will thankfully be bound to hear countless stories of good-time Drew; he was always ready for the next round, the next song and the next group of strangers who would count him as a friend before night's end. And you always knew that, if you had tired of the unexpected twists and turns of a New York day, that you could run into Drew at the Lakeside Lounge or the Rodeo Bar and could count on one thing -- a huge hug and a rapid-fire catch up that made any time that had passed since you had seen each other last seem inconsequential. But Drew was also in so many ways just an old-school gentleman -- whether he was lending his amp out, giving the best no-bullshit advice in the wee hours, playing ipod deejay in the van when no one else had the energy, or simply holding the door for the person behind him. I'm sure that, wherever Drew is, he is holding court, raising a glass, and making friends, all the while looking over his shoulder to make sure we are all ok. He will be so, so missed.

Butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Sun 13 Jan 2008 09:57:02 PM EST
Subject:Keepin' the Love Alive
 Oh well, since we are stuck at entry 102 this Sunday evening, I must make certain that there is at least one entry for Sunday, January 13, 2008. After all it's been over 24 hours since the last post. Seth Rothschild, on his 39th birthday, refused to answer phone calls and reluctantly honored his 6th annual birthday bash at the Lakeside with Sid (Minibar and Pete Yorn's band). One week since Drew's passing, Seth still did not feel in the mood for celebration, but he did post on line "hoping to do a little impromptu precursor to the official Drewfest New York (still in the works)." ... From Seth's email: "For me, those who I knew, but even those of you I didn't know were so supportive and loving and generous last and this week, as the cracks in my heart widened there was always someone there with a hug or Drew story - so come Sat so we can fill in the cracks. Musicians, singers, etc, come along and we'll work you into the set. Or just hang and raise a glass to Drew, who was as much a fixture at the Lakeside as the Lakeside itself. Additionally, singers/musicians/friends, on Sunday at 2pm at my recording space in Williamsburg, I want to assemble a choir to sing on the last piece on my record which I've resurrected to dedicate to Drew and sing him off..." It felt good to be with those that are missing our dear friend last night at the Lakeside and an honor to attend and lend my shakey hardly musical voice to this recording. I cannot thank Seth enough for keeping the Drew love alive! "There are cracks in everything... that's how the light gets in." -leonard cohen

missy roback (missy@missyroback.com)
Date:Sat 12 Jan 2008 09:39:45 PM EST
Subject:2 Kool 2 Be 4-Gotten
 Drew was such a fixture on the '80s Hartford music scene that it's hard to remember when I first saw him -- it seemed like he was always there -- but I think it was at The Comet in 1985. He was hard to miss: He was dancing with not one woman, but an entire group of women. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I'd call it dancing -- more like skipping -- but he was clearly having more fun than anyone else in the room. At that time in my life, I needed music the way I needed air, and I arranged my schedule according to whatever bands were playing nearby. I could usually count on seeing Drew at New Music Night at 36 Lewis Street or Sean Patrick's, along with all the other regulars -- Harvey Jassem, Stuart Werner, Rob Banks, Rich Alan, John Lennon, and so many others. Hartford was not an easy place to live if you didn't wear a suit, and these clubs were a refuge for all of us oddballs. One snowy night after a show, my friend Lisa Pesci and I ended up at Drew's apartment, which was across the street from mine. What I remember most about that night is Drew playing the Pop-o-Pies tune "A Political Song" on his turntable over and over, all of us laughing our asses off, and Lisa and I raiding Drew's closet. I'm not sure what compelled us to dig through his clothes (I vaguely recall a collection of loud '80s shirts) but he told us to help ourselves. I ended up with a short-sleeved, button-down shirt, red with a black geometric print. It wasn't until the next day that I noticed Drew's name was sewn on the label inside the collar: "Property of Drew Glackin" or something like that in fancy lettering. Hilarious! The shirt survived my move to San Francisco in 1989, but a few years later I ended up donating it to Goodwill, along with a bunch of other things. I felt a little guilty giving it away, but I hadn't worn it in a long time and I'd lost touch with Drew. I didn't know what he was up to and figured I'd never see him again. But I did see him again, in 2004 when he was on tour with Graham Parker. I'd only recently learned how far he'd gone in his musical career, and I was happy for him. He wrote down his phone number and address on a piece of paper and told me to call him the next time I was back east. I wish I'd told him that night about his shirt. I've often wondered who ended up with it; I’m sure we would have shared a laugh over the thought of some homeless dude or '80s-obsessed hipster wearing it! Although Drew went on to deservedly bigger and better things, I'll always think of him as one of Hartford's own, part of the beautifully strange cast of musicians, music lovers, and misfits who were a part of my life during a time when music was oxygen and a song could be a lifeline. I'll treasure my memories of him -- all of them funny, most of them better told offline over a beer or three. A week ago, while cleaning my office, I found that piece of paper from Drew, and I laughed fondly, as I always did when I thought of him. The next day he was gone. I'm sad that I didn't look him up the last time I was in Brooklyn. It seemed like he would always be there. I won't forget you, Drew. xo, missy

Ray Sapirstein (rsapirstein@nyc.rr.com)
Date:Sat 12 Jan 2008 01:18:44 PM EST
 It's nice to have an appropriate place to share my feelings and friendship for Drew. Drew and I played together in Don Piper's band, trading leads and being a part of a close and mutually supportive ensemble and larger cooperative community of musicians, mostly listening to each other, and admiring each other's talents. We played together sporadically over three or four years, but had developed a friendship and were learning more about each other and getting familiar to a greater degree as kindred characters. I had corresponded with him about two weeks before he died, and had I wanted to see him play for New Year's, to keep in touch, and wishing him the best for the holidays. I'm just grateful to have had the chance to know him, to play with him, and to have had him as a friend. He was someone who just loved to play, and he retreated to his space to keep playing after rehearsal, and we often retreated to join him to continue playing, playing on his extensive collection of different instruments and in a variety of genres. He was a versatile, omnivorous fellow. I will also really miss his affable, facetious cynicism and his goofy levity. He was committed to making art, to rising above mundane self-interest in the search for something transcendent within. For those of us in the arts, I think that is something holy and sacred. Living in voluntary poverty to do this is a great sacrifice, but something that comes automatically from within. Drew was not living fast or being self-destructive, but it seems like he was just so adapted to denying himself, the psychology of the outsider following his or her own priorities. But let's not forget to take care of ourselves and each other, and to influence society to give all its members equal access to healthcare and basic quality of life. He had much more to contribute, and more than anything, his death deprived the rest of us of his continuing presence, insight, and influence. So for all his friends, my friends, my deepest sorrow and sympathy. Let this bring us closer together.

Dennis Coleman (dcoleman@synernet.com)
Date:Sat 12 Jan 2008 12:02:52 PM EST
Subject:Charlotte January 2006
 I met Drew only once. At the Silos show in NoDa in January or February 2006 I think it was. He walked in to the bar before the show and hung out with use like we'd all just gotten off work and had made plans to meet up that night. Strange how sincere it all was. I'd never met him before and aside from a few more minutes after the show, I never spoke with him again. And yet I very much was left with the notion I had somehow made a new friend. He was that kind of guy. I am really thankful I had that opportunity.

Wendy Lafferty (walaff65@gmail.com)
Date:Sat 12 Jan 2008 10:53:07 AM EST
Subject:longer hugs
 Drew-should have hugged you a little longer after the Gainesville show last year. I'll never forget talking way into the early morning hours about everything and nothing. You were a wonderful person. Hope you are doing some kick ass country karaoke right now without a care in the world. xoxo Wendy

Lynette Price (@ modernartstudio@gmail.com )
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 10:30:05 PM EST
Subject:Dinner with Drew %26 Eileen and how he saved my pride after I was kicked offstage for arguing with a kareoke houseband
 I wrote these lyrics for Eileen, and to all his friends & family. I know Drew would like to tell all of us that he is in a better place, with no health worries or problems, waiting to see us again. THE COLOR BLUE Some things I could take with me and some things had to leave behind Had to pack before I left some things wasn't meant to find And if I had just one thing I was meant to choose the color of your eyes is one thing I won't lose And losing you is something that I will never do And so I leave with just one thing and that's the color blue. I'm looking down and seeing you sad I'm reaching till you feel That though you cannot see me now I still am very real. Some things seem so important The moment is what matters and when the time comes to go the world behind is shattered. The color of your eyes is one thing I won't ever lose And Losing you is the one thing that I will never do. And so I take this priceless gift and that's the color blue. Drew, I thank you for your support after that fiasco at the open mic. You zeroed right in on the truth. Thank you. John and I loved your performance at the River Bar. Your musical ability was unforgettable. Meet again some day....Lynette

Rob Murray (rtm12@sbcglobal.net@)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 04:39:59 PM EST
Subject:Well done Andy
 What marvelous testimonies. It's very moving to read such wonderful accounts of a man who touched so many. Andy really was Global Warming! I knew him throughout our grade and high school years. We both played bass guitar in a number of garage bands. While I truly enjoyed music, it was most evident to me,that my passion was lacking compared to Andy's. Andy was one of those fellows destined to feed that fire in his belly. I vividly recall Andy being punished in high school, which resulted in his being grounded and unable to play with our band in the "Gong Show" talent program. Looking back now, I can only imagine,that had he the choice of missing the show vs being grounded for a month, Andy would have been on stage with us that evening. It must have been torture for him. So many of us have had bits and pieces of this unique man. When you paste them together, as we have in this guestbook, you get a picture of a grateful audience, standing in ovation, thanking him for a wonderful performance. Well done Andy. Well done.

Darrell Sullivan (sully@sullyspub.com)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 03:34:54 PM EST
Subject:My favorite "Bass Face"
 My memories of Drew will always bring me back to the Monster band days of lore. I, as a confessed Monster Band junkie, would go to every gig. Drew was a joy to watch. Slappin the bass. That face!!! Ray would call him "bass face" Pure groove joy.... and a smile grows within me. Talking with Ramon Morant I had no choice but to smile at the memory of a friend I hadn't seen in quite some time. Imagining his face on stage in the groove. Drew would always surprise me with his depth and versatility. To this day his Monster Band version of Little Wing is my personal favorite. See you on the other side my friend, you were love and loved. God Bless us all, Darrell Sullivan

Jonathan Otte (oro@comcast.net)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 03:08:06 PM EST
 I met Drew more than 10 years ago. He lived next to my parents on Girard ave in the west end of hartford. My sister and I also had an apartement on Girard. In October of 97 my mom died after a long and ugly battle with breast cancer. Drew was there. In march of 98 my father was murdered. Drew was there. In june of 98 I got married. Drew was there. He was a true friend to me. He brought music and love and friendship into my world during the worst and best times in my life. He was the older brother I never had. I moved Drew to NY, and after that we just lost touch. I haven't spoken to him since 9/11. I'm so sad your gone. I will always think of you as my brother Droopy. I love you Jonny

jamie bonee (@ ...jbone @ yahoo.com)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 02:22:49 PM EST
 i managed and bartended at 36 lewis st in hartford for many years and the commuters played every wednesday night for over two years. lets just say we all got to know drew and the band quite well and he was an amazing bass player and a nicer person. i'll have to break out a mr right cd. godspeed drew.

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