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Fred Pedemonti (fsped@comcast.net)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 11:21:21 AM EST
Subject:To One Most Talented
 We played a few times together, I have never in my life (and I have met hundreds of musicians)ever known a greater true natural talent or wonderful human being. I could write pages about Drew's talent but I won't, he was simply one of those few special humans that are born to be great at every instrument they touch. As a person, you just wanted to be around him like he was a magnet! There will never be another Drew! Will Miss You

Rick Bogdan (rbogdan01@snet.net)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 10:45:27 AM EST
Subject:To A Great Friend
 I met Drew in March of 1985 when he joined my band, The Commuters. The next two and a half years would prove to be among the most memorable of my life, a very concentrated time of almost constant gigging, traveling and partying. Apart from the music (which was always sheer joy!), some of the best moments with Drew were the quiet times, just sitting around talking, between gigs or on the way home in the van, Drew riding shotgun while the others slept. For all his over-the-top wildness, he could be very thoughtful and reflective and we often talked of personal things, like losing our fathers at a young age and how it had affected our lives. Drew had an intuitive gift for connecting with people on their terms without losing his own identity. I always found this amazing. He was fearlessly friendly, yet genuine, and you always felt comfortable in his presense. Onstage, his manic happiness and, of course, bottomless chops, were a huge part of our show and the band's success. In September of 1987, The Commuters decided to call it a day; I had a new family to take care of and, in general, the act was starting to constrain the talent it contained, Drew especially. Once cut loose, he was like a kid in a candy store and, over the next several years, he went on to play with some of Hartford's best musicians and bands: The Zy-Wacks, The Monster Band, Mr. Right and a couple of others whose names now escape me. I caught a few of his gigs here and there, it was always a pleasure to see his immense talent plugged into a new situation. We continued to cross paths in the West End of Hartford, sometimes he'd come over for dinner and we would hang out, listening to music and playing with my kids. We even got to perform together one last time when I hired him for the pit orchestra of a regional theater group I was involved with. The gigs were pretty tame by comparison to where we had come from but it was nice to relive the feeling of being on stage together again. I don't remember when I last saw or spoke to Drew. In the mid-nineties I moved out of Hartford while he was in the process of relocating to New York. After that, I lost contact with him, although I was kept informed of his many musical exploits by people like Pete Tozer (an old friend and Commuters sound man) and others who were familiar with Drew's and my shared history. I had always known that Hartford wouldn't be able to hold Drew forever; he was one of those very rare musicians with that elusive combination of effortless talent, passionate drive, expansive knowledge and impeccable taste. As I listen now to some of the music he created in the last ten years, I regret not making the time to visit him in New York. I only recently reconnected with Drew via email, not knowing then that this would be the postscript to our relationship. He wrote that he had been thinking about our old group and his days in Hartford and we made tentative plans to hang out next Summer. The news of his death left me completely numb. He has dominated my thoughts this past week as I remember what he meant to me and try to come to terms with the magnitude of his loss. I'm really going to miss him. I am grateful for the time we had together and I will try to draw comfort in the knowledge of three things: That his wonderful family has grown by two sisters- and a brother-in-law and eight nieces and nephews, a new generation to care for one another and carry on the spirit and memory of "Unkie Drew". That his adopted New York family obviously loved him as much as we did in Hartford, I would enjoy meeting some of you and sharing a few stories. And lastly, that Drew is in the company of his father, whose absence, I think, was the one empty space in Drew's otherwise overflowing heart. You are home, my friend, rest in peace.

elaine csisek (edcsisek@embarqmail.com)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 10:43:00 AM EST
Subject:drew's funeral
  Yesterday was a very hard day, saying goodbye to andrew. I'm margaret's sister, drew's aunt, so of course I have memories of a different guy. I remember the time he played Santa at the local department store. Of course ,I took my daughter to see him. She was at the age where you start to question HIS existance. She believed for another year, after all santa knew her name and all her cousins. She did say that santa sounded like cousin andrew though. Frday before new years we got him to sit and have a cheese danish . Drew flashed his usual big smile,just savoring the moent. this is the picture of him that I will always remember. His funeral had a outpouring of love that was unbelievable. Our family was meshed with his musical family. they added comfort and class to this sad occasion. Amazing grace was quietly played during the procession from the church. It was just beautiful. at the gravesite,several members started to sing " The circle will be unbroken" IT was so touching that we actually clapped, I don't know if this is normal at funerals but I've never experienced it. Thank you all,Aunt Elaine

Mike Galvin (mikeg@buckcompany.com)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 03:21:19 AM EST
Subject:More of the early years
 It's 3 AM and I can't sleep. My wife woke me when she came to bed and asked 10 different questions about Drew and then fell asleep. I tried to answer those, but came up with 10 more. I've been on this blog several times in the last couple of days. I just didn't know what to write or what to say. We went home last night, back to my hometown, Drew's hometown. The fabric of who we are and what we are is made up of where we grew up, who we hung around with, the influence of our parents, etc... Drew is one of those threads that makes up that fabric. I first met Drew in High School. We were in the same homeroom. The basement band that Drew played in consisted of two of my good friends, Guy and Fred. Needless to say, over the next couple of years we all spent a lot of time to together. We would hangout in Guy or Fred's basement while they jammed. The memories of the those times are always brought up. Every week or so, Guy and I talk; we always go back to something that happened 25 or 30 years ago. We laugh as hard now as we did then. Drew often comes up in those conversations. Drew had the record for drinking a six pack the fastest, I think it was 15 minutes. Then Jimmy beat it by half a minute. Drew was determined to get his record back, so the next weekend he smashed the record at an amazing 12 minutes or something. I don't remember the numbers exactly but we heralded Drew as the new king and cheered him on as if he were Sebastian Coe trying to break the 4 minute mile. Of course, 15 minutes later he was incredibly hammered which made it even better. We all went to college to become engineers and financial wizards. Drew followed his dream to play music. As we moved on in life, we kind of lost touch having not seen him since the mid 90's. I googled him several years ago, responded to one of the band's websites that he played with, and we regained contact. We saw him in Harrisburg about 4 years ago. He was the same ole' Drew, just happy to be playing music. It was great to catch up with an old friend. While we were talking before or after the show,, Drew mentioned that he was probably the most famous person from our class. He was right, but we all know that Drew wasn't in it for the fame, he was in it for the music. Drew would send these emails about where he was playing. I would respond and give him crap about the fact that he was still living the high life, hanging out in bars all over the world while I was living the life of 1 wife, 2 kids, an SUV, a minivan and a house in the 'burbs. Meanwhile, he would be getting ready to play at the Rodeo Bar at 11 PM. I would tell him that I would be getting ready for bed at that time. He responded one time that we always want what we don't have. We come around full circle. Last night, I saw Drew for the last time only 100 yards from one of the basements that I saw him play in so many times. Rest in peace my friend. You will be missed.

Thank you (trevorcurtin1@rcn.com)
Date:Fri 11 Jan 2008 02:48:10 AM EST
  My name is Trevor Curtin I was the bartender at Lonestar the night of the gathering for Drew. I never met Drew myself but I heard alot of good stories about him. I recently lost my mother but she alwals said you could tell alot about a person by the company they keep. If that is true Drew must have been one hell of a guy. I just want everyone to know that my thoughts are with you at this hard time you are a great bunch of people and I wish nothing but the best. Thank you all and god bless

Dan %26 Liz (rootshoot@cox.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 11:00:43 PM EST
Subject:House Concert memories, et al
 My wife & I first met Drew when he came here to R.I. in 2002 for a house concert series we had just started. He accompanied Florence Dore. They showed up the night before the show. It was our first meeting and by the next morning he had me on Ebay looking for fishing lures and western shirts, not to mention tuning this old lap steel I had. Florence's show with Drew backing on lap steel was wonderful and a friendship was formed. Drew came back to the house on two more occasions, with The Silos in 2005 and Jack Grace Band just last February. On each occasion, his lap steel work, particularly in the small room we do the shows, was oft-times mesmerizing. On those latter two occasions he arrived here like at an old friend completely at home in our home. I think that's what we loved about him more than anything. He greeted our crowd like they were old buddies. Liz & I would run into him at the Bloodshot BBQ at Union Pool the last few years, not to mention SXSW, and he always had a hey and a hug for us. No doubt he was destined to return to play at the house with someone. My biggest worry was always whether our house could hold all that personality. I closed out this radio show I do up here in R.I. this evening with a lengthy set of stuff he played on. It was hard not to get choked up. We miss him.

Richard Albert Perez (@snowflake_eels@yahoo.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 10:32:47 PM EST
 My favorite memory of Drew was not the three times I met him as a fan, but when he picked up the phone. The Silos were playing in New Orleans and my friends had placed a cell phone on the stage. At the end of the show, Drew picked up the phone to say goodnight. His character can be summed up by the words of his nephew, "Lil" Drew.

paul ricci (paulricci@globo.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 10:20:20 PM EST
 What a loss ... I`ll chime in with my brief encounters ..I met him fooling around w guitars at Mojo.. he liked my playing and I his ...We`d meet occasionally ... I go in to Mojo to see if I can rent an amp for a gig that night ... Drew`s in there ...."I got an amp you can borrow for free ..YOU can play !"...10 minutes later I was in his apt lugging a Blues Deville (w 4 10`s !) out the door ..Now that`s class ...and kindness . thanks Drew ....

Mark Zampino (zamp13@comcast.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 10:01:43 PM EST
Subject:The Druids
 I knew Drew when I was operations manager of LaSalle Music in East Hartford (CT) in 1988. He was our warehouse guy, and we hired two high school kids to help him -- I named them "The Druids." I never saw Drew without a smile on his face. Affable fellow, monster player. When it was slow at the store, once in a while Drew and I would sit around in the guitar section, grab a couple Strats, and he would teach me stuff he had just learned on guitar, like the lick to "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House. Or he would report on the concert he just the previous evening, or the band for whom he had opened...I remember one such report was on INXS. Drew was supposed to come play bass on one of my tunes one night, and I went to pick him up at his apartment, for when I knew him, Drew didn't have a car. Maybe he didn't even have his license, I can't remember. Drew lived over a nightclub in Hartford. I pulled my black sports car up to the curb and waited, noticing a young fellow leaning against the wall. After a few minutes, the fellow came over and tapped on my passenger's window. I rolled the window down an inch... "What's going on?" the fellow asked. "I'm waiting for Drew," I replied. "OK, cool," came his response, and he returned to his original location. Five minutes later, he tapped on the wndow again, and again I opened it a bit. "Hey, if Drew doesn't show, wanna hook up?" he asked. Drew hadn't told me his apartment was over the Chez Est (sp?), Hartford's most popular gay bar. "No, but I'm flattered you asked," I replied. It's a funny memory that I can't help but recall when Drew comes to mind. Rest in peace.

michael cleary (mcband@comcast.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 09:48:13 PM EST
 I didn't get to spend as much time as i would have liked to with Drew. But, everytime i saw him I was drawn to him like a magnet. I loved his vibe, his humor, his talent and his tone. He was always incredibly super friendly. I first met him at Scarlett's in the early 90's and he kept telling me I had to come check out the Monster Band. They were the first band i ever saw locally that really blew me away. My bandmates and myself became big fans and we had the honor of doing some shows with them as well as with that other totally cool band, Mr. Right. I'll never forget being on the side of the stage for one of the monster band shows at the sting and Drew's strap came off of one of the buttons on his bass but he kept playing and i ran out while he was playing and helped him put the strap back on during the song. It was such a cool moment, i didn't hesitate to go help him because he held my attention the whole time anyway and without missing a beat he gave me a genuine, "thanks, man" and i felt thrilled to be a part of his wonderful world, if only for a brief, impulsive moment. Whenever i was with him i felt like i was being let in to some secret club that Drew was the president of. He had such great stories. Even little events sounded exciting and fun when Drew talked about them. He was extremely special and he made me feel special. Always encouraging, funny and as cool as the other side of the pillow. One of the most amazing musicians i've ever heard. His magical voice came thru every instrument he touched. one only has to read the testimonies of all the other people here to know how much he was loved and how much he'll be missed.

Kim Beal (bealfam2000@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 08:55:17 PM EST
Subject:Drew was music
 I too met Drew back in 83 at U-Ha. I remember it like this - Drew was music - everything about him was music - his dorm room was a bed and music. As mentioned by Grant Miller (hello, old friend), his room at Webster was like a safe haven in that mayhem - kind of like dropping in on an aunt - only instead of chatting while she cooked up a favorite dish, with Drew you'd chat while he cooked up a set list (yes, always on vinyl - not only was he a purist, can you picture him waiting for a rewind on a cassette?) I remember being there with Grant when Drew played some Steve Howe for us - now most of my memories of Webster dorm are a little fuzzy but I recall it vividly, the jaw-dropping beauty of it - you knew this guy was something special. His charisma was undeniable - I once had use of my parents station wagon for some reason, and before I knew it, I was the driver for an all night excursion to sit out for U-2 tickets at the Civic Center with Drew and a friend of his (I think it was Pete Veru) So, I nervously provided the transportation, most likely paid for the gas to keep the car heat running all night and provided the blankets (which I didn't get back) that we used to keep warm when we had to go out in the miserable cold to have our bracelets checked. None of it mattered - I got to hang out with Drew all night! I stayed in Hartford after college and our paths crossed again every so often. I loved watching for what we dubbed "Ugly Bass Face" when he played in Monster Band and Mr. Right(there are a couple of exquisite examples in the gallery) Later, my husband's band, A Far Cry, was trying to get some gigs - Drew booked them at Scarlet's several times and they even opened up for Monster Band at the Sting one time - a true feather in the band's cap. Now I sit here has a 42 year old mother of 3 and having shared the sum total of my Glackin moments, I think back to the days of my youth when music was everything - the language of our generation - we were defined by what we listened to. I still love music and consider myself to be fairly hip for a Mom - but music no longer defines me. And though I don't feel in any way qualified to make this pronouncement, I think there was no separating Drew and music. Although his life was cut tragically short I hope people find comfort in the belief that through music, he fully inhabited the self he was born to be and that anyone who knew him is richer for it.

Phil Ouellette (p.ouellette@adelphia.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 08:50:21 PM EST
 UHA has been on my mind a lot lately, now i think i know why, pretty strange after 25 years. i'd been trying to look everyone up and maybe suggest a get together. i figured that i could finally have my day and prove to my wife, once and for all, that all those UHA stories were true. You see, she's a non-believer, she thinks that i tend to "exaggerate" those times. She's not onboard with the room catching fire, the hog river party, the baby powder incident, hotch's shot-a-minute (i bet he's still going today). The list goes on and on. Drew was there for it all and i was counting on him to set her straight. afterall, he was the first person that i met on Stowe 3rd floor. This string bean of a kid with this new kind of music (to me) blaring out of his room (U2 October), jumping around in his underwear playing his bass to the music. Don't forget, I arrived at UHA with a bunch of Loggins and Messina and Paul McCartney albums. I was soon transformed. One night Drew came into my room at about 1 am, he was alive, on fire about this new album from King Crimson. We listened to Discipline over and over again until sunrise. I've never looked back and will never. ever forget that one moment, that excitement, that awakening - all because of you, Drew. thanks. you will always be with me. phil.

Butch (imgroovy2@earthlink.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 07:53:12 PM EST
Subject:"A good day is any day that you're alive" P. Westerberg
 Droopy, After eight heartbreaking days, we buried you today. The funeral directors were blown away by the endless procession that seemed to go on for miles. I really thought you would survive this and it would be the greatest Drew story ever told. I cherish our adventures together and loved that you were no longer concerned about what was going on with me, but only concerned with my precious wife and her pregnancy. Thanks for your excitement and enthusiasm for this. I regret you won't be here on the projected due date because I know how you were genuinely anicipating a little Knuckle/Knucklina! Thanks for loving Char so much. I always loved that you would tell everyone that I was your oldest friend. I actually believed this to be true until reaquainting with Pete Veru in the ICU and Dan Weddle at the viewing. Pete and Dan were as completely crushed by your passing as I. Thanks for always calling me to invite me to all your gigs over the years. I now regret passing on many of the Brooklyn shows. It finally became a thing with us. I meant to tell you in the ICU, "god damn Droopy, I've traveled to Brooklyn three days in a row to be by your bedside at NY Methodist Hospital!". Recently you had the audacity to needle me about not attending Brooklyn gigs. I quickly retorted that NO ONE supported your music career over the decades more than I have. Thanks for acknowledging publicallly that this was indeed so. I loved how much you loved Colllinsville, CT and I am so glad you got to spend some time there before you left us and that you got to see old friends like Peter Tozer and Akis and Lesley. The night I introduced you to moster guitarist Steve Jones and you both jammed in my kitchen until the hootch ran out and we took over the Fireplace Cafe was amazing. I will cherish the photo of you playing Jules' 1957 Gibson for the rest of my life. Imagine me introducing you to a killer musician you didn't already know! Actually, Boo Reiner reminded me the other day that I introduced you to him at the old Winterhawk Bluegrass Festival in 1995. Thanks for getting Dr. John to sing happy 30th birthday to me at both shows at the old Hotel Sonesta. Thanks for putting my family on the guest list in Charleston, SC which sadly was the last time I saw you play out. My brother from a different mother, we worked, lived, and played hard together for decades. We even squatted together for six months. I agree with your nephew: Life seems so colorless in a Drewless world. I am so sad. Although I must return to my silly little life, I will stop by to check on you in your hometown of Phillipsburg whenever I can. Farewell Droopy. We had one long and wonderful run. Peace go with you, brother. I Love you, Butch.

Martin Carangelo (mcarangelo@gmail.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 06:14:24 PM EST
Subject:out of nowhere
 You never know what you got till its gone. Playing in the Monster Band with Drew was a humbling experience. He could make any instrument he touched talk. Sometimes I forgot to pay attention to what I was supposed to be doin because I was watchin him. As musicians, we are given 12 notes to work with. We do the best we can. Sometimes it was like Drew had an unfair advantage because he seemed to have thousands of notes that in the hands of a lesser musician would sound like a trash can full of cats being rolled down a stair case. But Drew always controlled every one of those notes. It was mezmerizing. I always remember him laughing about something. If it wasn't Ray gettin his feet tangled up in the cords while he was playin, it was Rob gettin pissed off at something. That would get him smiling for sure. If I had a Genie, I would wish for another chance to see him perform. Sometimes I think he was taken from us because he was sent here by mistake. We were never meant to experience the range of talent that Drew showed us. Then someone realized the mistake. Too late. He taught a lot of us an awful lot of things and we will remember them forever. We will remember him forever. We will miss you Drew. But we'll see you soon.

Joe Como (jcomo@flohut.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 06:13:02 PM EST
Subject:U-Ha STOWE BOYS photo link.-2nd try. Drew is 2nd from left on bottom row. I am on his shoudlers hanging from the sign

Phyllis McLaughlin (blondiegyrl104@yahoo.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 04:47:00 PM EST
Subject:A little dash!
 I met Drew like many of you through the Monster Band when I was just a teenager. I was involved as a Monster Band "roadie" and soon Monster Band wife. Drew watched me have alot of firsts ....my first good beer, my first real drunken episode, my first fight in a serious relationship, turning 21 "for real", getting married and soon after having babies. As some, I lost contact with him after the break up of the Monster Band, but Drew changed my life. I think he was the first real person who impressed on me you dont need material things. As long as Drew had a bass to play (and a beer)he was "all set"! He was the mature one of the bunch... which I am sure frightens you at that thought, but nonetheless he was the guy who didnt argue or fight but just sat and had the beer to smooth it all over. He taught me that drama doesnt need to be involved just a beer,laughs and conversation. I havent seen him in years but he has always been with me.... as all the Monster Band members are and always will be. I couldnt make it to his service but my daughters are and in turn they too will be touched by such a great spirit! We always refer to people in death as their beginning and their end. What matters most obviously are the "dashes" between those years. Those dashes represents all the time we spent on this earth and only the ones who loved him and met him know what that little "dash" is worth. It doesnt matter how much we own, the cars, the house ,the cash, etc but how we lived and loved and how we spend that dash. I think Drew would want us to slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people might feel. Less to be angry, show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.I think Drew would be so happy to hear about all the "dashes" in his life. I know his nephew "lil drew glackin" does, along with his family... I am sure. Drew spoke so much through his music and I will continue to keep him in my heart with the music. Drew fly with those "little wings" that you sang so well and we'll meet again in our dreams. Take care old friend.... your missed and very much loved!

jimmy clough (jhclough@gmail.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 02:34:50 PM EST
Subject:Fond memories
 I would be lying if I were to claim that Drew and I were close friends, or even loose acquaintances, really. Fact is, we were only familiar with each other through a couple of mutual friends. But it is without any shred of doubt that I insist he played a very solid and singular role in my blossoming as a young musician in the late 80’s and early 90’s. It was his warm and welcoming character that really broke the ice for me when I was just a wide-eyed 18-year-old kid sneaking in to the Hartford Pub and Deli every Tuesday night back in '88/'89 to hear the Zy-wacks play. I was so intimidated by Larry, Frank and Drew that I was afraid to speak for fear of everything coming out as drunken gushing. But Drew was just so good-natured and easy. He helped me realize that we could all be fans of each other as well as peers. It gave me the confidence to get involved in some amazing projects with the likes of Leigh Gregory and Larry Derdeyn- the latter of which actually afforded me the opportunity to play with Drew a couple of times. And even though we didn’t know each other very well, there was never an issue connecting with him musically; much the same as there was never an issue making conversation when we would bump into each other socially. He was a great character, and he remains a great spirit.

Warren Cherry (rawnchyer@hotmail.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 01:44:22 PM EST
 First time I saw The Silo's was in '04 at the tiny Mojo Lounge. It was a slow night with just a handful of people but they played their hearts out anyway. The sound was huge and astonishing for a trio with only an acoustic guitar and bass & drums. But what a rhythm section it was! Best I ever heard. Konrad played like he was dealing cards and Drew was deep in the pocket. They were special together. I would catch them on subsequent visits to Baltimore and once traveled 300 miles from Birmingham to see them in Knoxville, and was honored to sit in on 'Take A Hit'. At a later gig I asked them to sign a photo from that night. When Drew signed it and handed it back he said "See what I wrote?" It read 'From one road dog to another' and as I looked back up he had that big grin. He was so gregarious and down to earth. A monster on lap steel. Nobody played like Drew. I will miss him. What a huge loss. My condolences go out to his family and friends, especially the Silo's.

Carrie (carrierudy@comcast.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 12:46:21 PM EST
 Another U-HA person here. I remember the days of seeing The Commuters play and thinking how cool it was that I knew Drew. Few summers later, we lived in the same apartment building and spent alot of hours wasting time and watching Drew 'pickin and a grinnin'. Over the years, I'd try and catch Drew if he was in Boston to play, then spend hours at Holton hanging out and listening to his stories about anything and everything. I will always remember his gift of storytelling and more then anything else, his wonderful spirit. You will be missed Drew, often. Peace

Tony Ormond (tonyormond@earthlink.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 12:04:03 PM EST
Subject:Great guy...Tremendous lose.
 Back in 1990 we were at the University of Hartford. We had a funk band called the Electric Fish band...We were told by someone to go to Scarlet O'Hara's to check out the Monster Band because the bass player books bands there...and apparently they were really good...We went down there one night and could not believe it! We looked at each other and just shook our heads. The place was packed!..They were INCREDIBLE! What I will never forget was Drew playing his ass off and funky as hell...We talked to Drew afterwards and he was as nice, and as cool as can be... Fast foward to 1998...I was in a bar in the East Village and I saw someone who looked just like him...I went up to him and asked him if he was Drew Glackin...He said he was...I told him I was in the Electric Fish band. He remembered after all those years. He told me he was playing lap steel and mandolin...Wow! I thought! What a talent to go from funkiest bass player in Hartford to a pedal steel country player in NYC now...Rest in Peace Drew...

Bryan Caudle (bryancaudle@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 11:42:17 AM EST
Subject:See ya buddy...
 The first time I met Drew I was playing with an eclectic funk band called the Gus Factor at the Muni in Hartford. Drew walked up to me after our set and introduced himself. He told me "I would love to play with you sometime, but I don't know if you could keep up with me". After I saw the Monster Band for the first time and saw his blazing funk bass technique I knew what he was referring to. I needed a lot of wood shedding to keep up with him. I did get to play with Drew a few years later in Larry Derdeyn’s experimental band Illynoise. Drew was just learning the lap steel. He really favored playing it when we jammed. Only occasionally would he pick up the bass. The band spent a bunch of Monday evenings at the Buttonwood Tree in Middletown playing to ourselves or to very small groups of people. We frightened many people off, but the few who stuck around got to see some innovative experimentation. We had many moments of meandering also but Drew always had a smile on his face while playing and was always very positive about every performance. By the time we branched out of Middletown and started playing in Hartford, we were an interesting 2-12 piece experimental funk band (If you’re one of the few people who saw the band more than once you will know what that means). I mostly remember Drew from time we played together with this ensemble. Our friendship grew in the same way the band grew. I remember Drew as a person who was always driven to find something new. Whether it was a new sound on his instrument, or a new technique or a new instrument all together, Drew was always looking to grow. He will always be an inspiration to me. Thanks buddy!

Harvey Jassem (Jassem@hartford.edu)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 11:33:14 AM EST
 I am stunned by the loss! Drew was a student of mine at the University of Hartford. He brought great energy. Not just a lot of energy, but really great energy. It was always good to see him, not only during the brief time he was in my class, but also during the other years he was at UH. We would often talk music and see each other out at gigs we both happened to show up for. He was passionate about music, but much more than that too. He had a great laugh and was a mountain of friendliness. I lost touch with him when he left Hartford, but I am devastated by the news that he's gone. How terribly sad. Lesson to the rest of us -- live fully and keep Drew's energy with us.

Dyane McIndoe (dyanemcindoe@mac.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 10:57:40 AM EST
 I am shocked to hear the news of Drew's passing. Ironically, I had just set up a profile on MySpace and was punched in Drew's name today. I had no idea he was sick since I had moved out of NYC and lost touch with people in the last few years. So strange that he would be on my mind today. I was introduced to Drew on my birthday (what a gift) by a friend who seemed to have a bit of the devil in her eye. Drew and I hit it off and dated for a time. He had incredible talent as a performer but I think he was truly a devoted fan of music. His passion was contagious and his encyclopedic knowledge astounding. He had a ridiculous collection of stringed instruments, so many that it was hard for him to decide which ones to bring to a gig. I inevitably ended up with a case or two thrown over my shoulder. I loved hearing that cackle, seeing that mischievous grin. He was a truly a stand up guy. I never saw him say no when someone asked him for help. He will be missed.

Kathy Murray (kathy.murray@verizon.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 10:24:51 AM EST
Subject:The Early Years, Part II
 When my sister asked me the other day if I remembered Andrew Glackin I had to think for a moment. I did and was very sorry to hear about his death. What I didn't remember until I read the many recollections of him was that I had been in the band with him way back when. Wow. What a life as a musician and as a person. I didn't know what an enormous talent I had the pleasure of knowing when I was in the Phillipsburg Middle School. Drew (I always knew him as Andy) was two years younger, and I was just learning to play the guitar. I still have the music from that concert, which included "Old Black Water". I was and always will be a minimally adequate guitarist; Drew was clearly great. I have been listening to his music on the Internet and am in awe of it! It is clear that Drew and his music transformed people. He went from this earth much too young, but I am sure that he has been welcomed with joy and gladness into oneness with all the saints in light! His music will always play on.

Joe Norton (heymrjoe@earthlink.net)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 09:22:31 AM EST
 I first met Drew at U-Ha when I was a sophomore, he was a freshman. I lived in the adjacent dorm, in "F complex" where, it seemed, we misfits, artists, rebels and trippers were all placed together at the far reaches of the campus. Who was that guy with the long hair and red glasses screaming in the window? We hit it off immediately. I was a Commuters groupie (they were really very good) and used to love to hit the after-parties where Drew would slap his bass for us into the morning hours. The last time I saw Drew was here in NYC, a few Thanksgivings ago, where a bunch of us reunited to hear him play some honky tonk. That was a fun night, one I remember vividly, and one I would give anything to live over now. I always assumed I would run into Drew again, with his big smile and warm hug, so that we could spend fifteen minutes catching up before his next set. I am sad to know he is gone. He was a great musician, a good friend and a force of life. I hope Heaven's ready for him.

Tim Wynkoop (gopburg@yahoo.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 06:27:26 AM EST
Subject:Ventura Highway
 I'd like to offer my condolences to the Glackin family and to his extended family of musicians for their loss of such a good guy as Andy. I know many knew him as Drew, but I knew him simply as Andy during high school. Our lives only connected for a few few years during high school, and that was mostly through the band. I recall what a talented musician Andy was in high school, and though we lost contact after school, it's good to see that he followed his life's passion. I can only imagine the talent his must have had and how his music brought joy to so many lives, including his own. In addition to the remembrances of Andy being a friendly and easy going sort of guy, the single most memory I have of Andy was from a music concert in the high school auditorium back in the late 70's or early 80's when Andy sang and played Ventura Highway on his acoustic guitar. Over twenty-five years later, I can still recall how wonderful the sounds were that came from his hands and his voice and how the entire audiance cheered for his performance. I've never been able to listen to that song without thinking of Andy, with fondness. According to Wikipedia, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ventura_Highway), Ventura Highway is a song "about leaving". At this time of Andy's passing, I don't think there is a better song I can think of might bring comfort to those who knew Andy, or Drew. For me, I always have and always will remember Andy when I hear that song. God Bless.

Danni (dannigeenyc@aol.com)
Date:Thu 10 Jan 2008 02:13:29 AM EST
Subject:The Rookie
 I only met you this past summer, my first season working at SummerStage..and I was nervous as all get out...but you were always there with a smile, asking if I needed help, did I know which way to go, who needed wristbands, just whatever was needed...and you made my days easier and brighter...you were one of the first people after my first production to say "good job". I wish that I had gotten to share more seasons with you, gotten to see you perform....but I know you're up there rockin' it out with the best of 'em....tell jimi,jim and janis i said hello...marvin and donny too. you will be missed...

little deb (falnanglnc@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 11:41:42 PM EST
 Wow, I don't even know where to start or how... I met Drew prolly 10-12 years ago I think in Raleigh but it could've been NYC, it was from folks common to both areas. Long story short, once I moved to Austin in 2000, I started doing a little shindig every SXSW called Guitartown. The Silos became a part of it early on and well it wouldn't be a party without Walter, Konrad, and Drew. Drew and I became better buds and it was almost a game every year with my friend Kelley to see how many times we saw Drew play during SXSW week and with how many different bands, as well as how many other times we run into him at shows, parties or walking down the street. Seeing Drew walk into the Guitartown Party, you knew the party had officially started and this amazing energy had just walked in. He so embodied why I do this party every year. And the joy he got from playing well that says it all... I always get excited for Walter's Swollen Circus party because I knew that would be my first time to hang with Drew and was going to be the start of much fun and debauchery, and a ton of good music. Had it not been for Drew I would never have seen Gingersol or Tandy both of whom were great finds. There was always something so special when Drew and Tom Freund played a gig together. You know just that right bit of magic... The Silo's boys are all wonderful people and have always treated me so kindly. I will post some pictures here, I have many from the last 8 years but more from the last 4 years. I've done a tribute on my myspace page with 60 or so pics. Check them out, they really capture his spirit whether playing music or just being Drew... http://www.myspace.com/lildeb24 We will be dedicating this years party in Drew's honor. It will be missing that special something but I know his spirit will be there goofing off as always. I don't know what else to say except that Drew was a great person, friend, and musician with a heart of gold that always smiled and made you feel welcome no matter who you were. I will never forget that. I feel blessed to have known him as long as I did even if it was too short. He touched us all and that will live on inside our hearts forever. Love to you baby!! Rest in peace!! xoxo Lil Deb

Mary Battiata (battiatam@earthlink.net)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 11:32:49 PM EST
 I first saw Drew in the mid-90s, at Tandy show, at the IOTA, here in Arlington VA. I distinctly remember feeling as if I was actually physically EXPANDING as I watched and listened. He was very free, and very fearless, and very intense. And then he stepped offstage and flashed the room a giddy grin and turned back into a mortal. After that, I caught every Tandy and Silos show I could, and later, after i got my own band off the ground, if I was ever feeling blown off course, i would find a Drew show, and go there to get oriented and excited again. He was like a lighthouse, or a polestar or something. And he was also a safe harbor. The night my dog suddenly hurtled out of this world during surgery at the vet's, i was distraught. Everybody i knew was either out of town or otherwise not by the phone. I stood in the cold beside a pay phone at a strip mall in Springfield Va., out of my mind and with no idea where to go or what to do. And then I remembered that Tandy was at IOTA that night, and I thought of Drew's smiling face, and I decided to go there. I sat in the dark and listened to the whole show, and when I said hello to Drew after, I got the big hug that I knew I would, and thought how funny it was that I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else but in that dark bar. I saw Drew every year in Texas, during SXSW, at the Swollen Circus. I can see him nosing slowly along the record bins at Cheapo's after the Silos' shows, and standing in the bright sun outside the front door, waiting for the van, I guess. When I saw him in Texas in September, I was startled at how thin he was, but he was in great spirits, happy as a lark and full of sparks, and he played as beautifully as ever. Same thing in November, up here in DC. We talked about playing together in Texas in February. "Call me," he said cheerfully. "I don't think I'm doing anything." My fellow Drew fan, DC musician and songwriter Lee Wilhoit, sent me a stunned message on Monday after we heard the news. "The music flowed within him and through him, he had impeccable touch and taste, and I always thought of him as one of the absolute very best rock sidemen around." I got so much from Drew, it is hard not to be able to lend him a hand now. But if it turns out there's a heaven, and it ain't all it's cracked up to be, I know who's going to be front and center, thrilling and warming everyone he meets.

JIm Caleca (jcaleca@gmail.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 11:06:55 PM EST
Subject:in the begining
 This is Drew the early years. The first time I remember Andy performing was at a Middle School band concert back in the 70’s. There was this skinny kid with big glasses belting out Black Water by the Doobie Brothers. Although Andy was just singing and probably only in 6th grade, he was nailing it. Me being an 8th grader at the time actually thought to myself, man does this kid have balls. I didn’t know anyone that could sing or even sing in front of a lot of people. But to know Andrew that would not surprise you. Fast forward to High School and the garage band that aspired to be the next Yes, Genesis, Kansas, or ELP. We all(Joe, Guy, Fred, Andy, Rob, Sean, and me)were very raw musicians but we had tons of fun. Drew with his Framus Bass and Ampeg amp that probably doubled as our PA. I think someone actually sat on his bass and broke the neck on that poor Framus. The luthiers we were, we glued it up with some Elmer’s white school glue. It held for a while but Gorilla glue it’s not. I don’t remember how we explained that to his mom. I think he got his clear acrylic Renassance bass to replace it. Places to practice were at a minimum, Guys basement for a while, Fred the head’s basement. Fred and Drew always verbally abusing each other was always amusing. We didn’t gig much. There was the High School talent show/Gong show where we rehearsed “Riding the Storm out” until we were blue in the face. Something happened and Andrew got grounded. We pleaded with his mom to let him perform but to no avail. We went on, no bass or vocals. We didn’t get gonged. The greatest gigs were always in the basement trying to play some really complicated music. This is where Andy started honing his skills on the bass. You just knew that he was going to take it to the next level. Back then the drinking age in NJ was 18. Andy became quite the Beer expert. Something dark was always in Drew’s hands but only for a moment. A beer never got warm around him. Off to college went Andrew. My buddy Ken and I would road trip to CT. to see Drew after being up all night at a club. Andrew was always happy to see us. We’d have lunch, listen to some music from his ever growing album collection and head back to Jersey. I regret not being able to get out and see some of the great bands he played with. I did see him with the Commuters a few times. All that energy and skill was amazing. He would stop by my house with demo tapes of Mr. Right that I thought were outstanding. There were also CD’s from the Feathermerchants that were equally impressive. He had grown so much as a musician. We lost touch in the 90’s with just an occasional phone call or visit over the holidays. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years and found him on MySpace. We exchanged numbers and talked on the phone this past Thanksgiving, more so about family and friends then about music. I will really miss him. Rest in peace my friend.

Andrew Potenza (AAPotenza@aol.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 10:51:40 PM EST
 I was deeply saddened to hear about Drew. I’ve had the privilege of knowing him since the late 80’s, living and drumming around Hartford. When I moved to New York in the late 90’s, Drew was the first person to welcome me to town. We only bumped into each other every few years, but Drew always managed to impart a smile, some great jokes, a little advice and a lot of fantastic music. He will be greatly missed Andrew Potenza

Colette Flanagan (Colettey143@hotmail.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 09:04:35 PM EST
Subject:An Amazing Soul
 My first memory of Andrew was in our Aunt Nancy's home. It was during a rare family get together that was precious given the fact that there were as many as 51 first cousins in the greater Glackin Clan. It was difficult for all of our parents to make the trip to a family party. It was even harder for me, an 11-12 yr old to keep all of my cousins straight. I was proud that I knew all the aunt's and uncle's first names AND their last. To remember the cousin's names was more difficult but do-able. But....to match up the cousin's name with a face, and then a personality and opinion of that kid? Virtually impossible when we were all milling about trying to stay out of trouble at whose-ever house was hosting the event. This day was different. In Aunt Nancy's living room was a small but beautiful piano. One of my cousin's was sitting at it and I thought, "great, he's going to play some bad, boring recital music. Which one is this anyway? The tall, geeky one with the coke bottle glasses. He is Aunt Margaret's oldest. Ummm, what' his name?..." While I was pondering this and planning my escape out of this dork fest, he began. Beautiful, haunting music. I recognized it but couldn't place it. His voice began and soon filled the room. He played and sang, perfectly. Bohemian Rhapsody imprinted on my mind forever. I froze in my tracks. I hung on every note, every lyric, enthralled and amazed that my cousin, my flesh and blood had THAT in him. We all stood with mouths agape and quiet. Andrew finished the song as perfectly as he had begun it. WOW. The trance was broken when he turned around towards us, and BAM! He was lit up with a smile. The widest, most joyful, genuine smile I had ever seen. He, in all his four eyed, gangly teenage awkwardness was the coolest kid on the planet. And he didn't seem to care. He was Happy, content and loved! We all know that he still is. There are so many times that I think back on. I can still see him at 36 Lewis on stage walking like an egyptian and singing Spirit in the Sky while clapping this hands together at the end of those extra long and gangly arms. None of us ever get to see our loved ones enough. We were so fortunate to have had him in our lives as recently as December. He and Margaret, Monica, Matt, Chris and Kathy came to CT for Pop's (Uncle Flan) B-day party. He even got up and played a few. Even though he look so thin and frail, his smile was as huge as I remember it that day at Aunt Nancy's. Andrew, Andy, Drew Glackin; Never to be forgotten, you will live on in our hearts and in your neice's and nephew's smiles forever. God bless you and god bless us. Colettey

Allison O'Brien (allison232@aol.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 08:13:46 PM EST
Subject:We'll Miss You in Baltimore!
 Back in 1990, Geoffrey Himes and friends started a non-profit music series in Baltimore called the Roots Cafe. Ken Delaney and I took the reins soon after and spent the next decade and a half plus bringing the music we loved to an old church, and then a duckpin bowling alley in Baltimore. (We were later joined by Ken's future wife Aimee and a list of stalwart volunteers too numerous to mention here) Tandy came, Gingersol came, and the Silos were regulars. A lot of musicians came through our doors, but none were more friendly than Drew, Konrad and Walter. Sure we loved the music, but the smiles and spirit and laughter were priceless! I will treasure forever the memories from Roots, and from hangin' out at SXSW. Our hearts go out to family and friends whose lives he touched even deeper than ours, we will always remember the moments we had!! Drew--you left us way too soon . . . may you rest in peace, my friend.

Mike Hoffmann (mike@mikehoffmann.net)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 06:37:37 PM EST
 He was someone like no one I ever met or played with. Drew, it's hard now for all of us here, but don't worry -- everything is cool... M.

Jan the Lazyman (@janthelazyman@hotmail.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 05:35:43 PM EST
Subject:Goodbye Drew
 It is hard when you know that somebody is death. The last year was bad but the new year was a new start for a lot of things. Drew send me emails with good words to cheer me up al the time and now it is his turn to leave us forever. The last goodbye is heavy and my heart is crying. Drew was somebody I saw in Austin Texas where he always was running from show to show with that smile. We drank beer in the Hole in the Wall and we drank beer at the Guitar Town Party and so on. SXSW is never be the same anymore without Drew. When he was in Holland we spend time in the Maloe Melo and we had good nights overthere with drinking the goods and have fun and we laugh about the musicbizz. Drew I never see you anymore but you are there where you belong in my head in a very good way.

lil drew glackin (@tglackin@bloomsburyschool.org)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 05:23:51 PM EST
Subject:my awsome uncle
 My Uncles veiwing was today im sure some of you were there.This is horrible.Let me tell you a story:Once me and my siblings were hikind with unky Drew and he didn't want us to fall in the water,all of us got on a log and one by one we fell off.But later he fell in the water it was so fun my uncle was a great guy .Ill see you in heaven unky drew .

steve "stubbz" sullivan ( stubbz@pil.net)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 04:24:26 PM EST
Subject:drew "andy" glackin
 i first met drew at "stowe house" in uha. i remember him being this lanky preppy kid who played a mean ass classical 12 string. he took me to the hartt school of music one day and i remeber me and him being in an auditoreum alone. walking on stage , i think we were talking about the merits of "the lamb lies down on broadway" and i just knew, on stage is where drew belonged. i bailed uha after two years, but stayed in touch with drew and a few of the stowe boys. even when years would whoosh bye, we always ended up catching up somewhere. whether it was philly, nyc, or even sea isle city new jersey. i rember him playing mandolin at my folks shore house, and all my family was left with mouths agape at the sheer talents drew possesed. i was lucky to see drew play in a lot of different formations. damn you could see his passion when he played. i used to tell him, "your living the dream" ,playing music, and he would kid back that i was living the dream, being a photographer. all i know is, if you do what you love, it makes life a better thing. drew did just that. he lived his passion. and whenever you saw him playing and screaming, you knew he had the real spirit inside. when i moved to hawaii i was excited cause i spoke with drew and kept saying, "when are you guys gonna play here?"" but alas it wasn't meant to be. drew would of dug hawaii, he truly had the aloha spirit. drew had one of the biggest smiles i have ever seen and i will miss him dearly. i can still see him screaming the lyrics of king crimson indiscipline "The more I look at it, the more I like it. I do think it's good. The fact is.. no matter how closely I study it, no matter how I take it apart, no matter how I break it down, It remains consistant. I wish you were here to see it. I like it." drew mahalo for soo many amazing times.

Lisa Lloyd (leelee2222@go.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 04:21:37 PM EST
Subject:Goodbye Old Friend
 I first met Drew back in 1982 at old U-Ha. He was dating a girl in my dorm and sorta moved in with us. That's how we were introduced to all those Stowe Boys and Drastic Change. (Yes, I know who mowhaked Jeff Perfader!) We became friends from hanging out, going to the DC gigs as well as the Windjam ones. Many, many good times! I lost touch with Drew, but then in 2002 when I was living in NYC, I randomly went to my corner bar to catch the band. I ended up talking to one of the musicans. As we were chatting and laughing, it struck me that I knew this guy, I just couldn't place him. It was Drew, just without the hair. We started laughing and crying and ended up hanging out all night remembering all the old times and looking at all these great pictures from times past. It was nice to reconnect with Drew, (who also put me in touch with Pete V.) I would get to hang out and see Drew all the time. It was always comforting to have someone who has known me for so long right here in the city. Drew, you were so talented and such a bright light and you had the best laugh. My heart is filled with so much sadness. I'll miss you Drew! Good jamming at the concert in the sky.

Florence Dore (florencedore@aol.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 03:40:51 PM EST
Subject:New York Magic
 Okay, this is my second posting here, but I feel the need to apologize to the universe for the last one since it included a cuss word and a reference to pot: it was a cut-and-paste from email, hastily and accidentally posted as my two-year-old was rushing into my study after her nap. I’m thinking Drew would understand, hopefully even laugh, but I wanted to add something else here with perhaps a more fitting tone. I am one of the people who told Chris (see his post below) that Drew was sweet to kids. When the Silos were last in Cleveland, Drew and Konrad stayed at our place, and Drew was incredibly kind to my daughter. And for a guy with no kids, he sure was generous about asking specific questions that only people with kids could conceivably care about. He empathetically asked if we were thinking of having another baby, and when I said no, he smiled (that smile people keep talking about) and just as empathetically said, “one AAAND done.” I have found occasion to repeat that phrase a lot. I’m grateful to him for those words, and for those that comprised his answer to my late-night Lakeside question about whether to remain in New York or move to Cleveland--“Better to be poor in New York than rich in Ohio” –the ones he took back after a couple more years of New York City living. When I ever get around to recording my song “Rich in Ohio,” it’ll be for him. Like everyone else sharing memories of Drew here, I admired his amazing musical talent. But I think the thing I’ll remember the most about Drew is how incredibly welcoming he was to me when I was an intimidated newcomer starting to play around in New York a lot. He made me feel right at home. There were a handful of other bands that came out with albums right around when I did in New York, and looking back I realize that was a magical time in my life: I felt sense of community in those years I haven’t felt since. I remember one very special Tandy gig at the Mercury: after the show, Mike, Drew and I sat around till all hours exchanging half-written songs with members of John D. Graham’s band. No sense of embarrassment about newly exposed lyrics, no question but that what we were about as songwriters was worthy of respect. Drew was a big part of what made the great vibe of that night, and of countless others. What I have realized since I found out about Drew’s passing is that he was an important part of the magic I felt in that community—he was ubiquitous, jovial, always ready for a good, long hang after the show, and just a great guy to be around. My memory of those magical years will now always involve a pang, but also a deep sense of gratitude to Drew. I send my love out to his family and close friends, and to Drew himself, in whatever parallel Lakeside Lounge he’s making more magic in now.

Anthony Cusano (@heyseaver@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 03:39:34 PM EST
Subject:My thoughts on Drew
 I'll never forget the first time I met Drew and saw him perform. I was only fifteen or sixteen sneaking in to my first bar in Hartford,CT to see the band he was in at that time called the Monster Band. Geoff Brown (whose name needs no introduction) one of my best friends and mentor got me into the show and it was one of my most foundest musical memories of my life. I was just a kid and already being blown away by Geoff and his amazing talent on drums never thought I would meet a bass player who was so perfect to fit the other side of that equation. Those two guys were an unbelieveable rhythm section. I had never seen anything like it before and doubt that I ever will. I remember how much fun Drew was having on stage and the way he commanded his bass like a captain totally in control of his ship. He was an incredible musician all around and I loved watching him play and sing Little Wing. He was great. I some years later still very young had the oppurtunity to sit in and play with Drew at Chucks Cellar in Hartford. The Monster Band members were doing a show there and Geoff let me play drums for a couple of tunes. I had so much fun and it was almost difficult to play because I just wanted to sit back and watch Drew. Those guys made me want to be a musician. I will never forget him and his passion for music. He was truley one of a kind and will be remembered for a long time to come. May you rest in peace Drew. God bless you.

Theo (gemini@theworld.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 03:37:46 PM EST
Subject:4 strings and a smile, what a beautifully dangerous thing.
 Before Drew left for New York, I was considering moving to Boston from Hartford. I felt compelled to tell him one more time how much I had enjoyed his playing. From the Monster Band to Mr. Right (2 great groups in their own right) Drew was the thread that made me continue to go out and see these groups until he left for NY. I told him how much of an influence and fantastic musician I thought he was. (I did this while kneeling down) Drew did not take this well. He said, Theo, we're all good. Yes Drew, we're all good. I am sad for the many musicians and music lovers you will not get to inspire. But, I am thankful for all those you did. You will be missed. Thanks for the triplet. Theo.

Anthony Cusano (@heyseaver@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 03:34:57 PM EST
Subject:My thoughts on Drew
 I'll never forget the first time I met Drew and saw him perform. I was only fifteen or sixteen sneaking in to my first bar in Hartford,CT to see the band he was in at that time called the Monster Band. Geoff Brown (whose name needs no introduction) one of my best friends and mentor got me into the show and it was one of my most foundest musical memories of my life. I was just a kid and already being blown away by Geoff and he's amazing talent on drums never thought I would meet a bass player who was so perfect to fit the other side of that equation. Those two guys were an unbelieveable rhythm section. I had never seen anything like it before and doubt that I ever will. I remember how much fun Drew was having on stage and the way he commanded his bass like a captain totally in control of his ship. He was an incredible musician all around and I loved watching him play and sing Little Wing. He was great. I some years later still very young had the oppurtunity to sit in and play with Drew at Chucks Cellar in Hartford. The Monster Band members were doing a show there and Geoff let me play drums for a couple of tunes. I had so much fun and it was almost difficult to play because I just wanted to sit back and watch Drew. Those guys made me want to be a musician. I will never forget him and his passion for music. He was truley one of a kind and will be remembered for a long time to come. May you rest in peace Drew. God bless you.

Nat Green (nathanaelgreen@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 03:04:37 PM EST
 I did not now Drew well, but b/c I am friends w/Jack & Daria Grace and big fans of their music, I knew him as a casual acquaintance through their band--I'm guessing I saw Drew play with them a dozen times or so. I also had hung out w/Drew backstage at SummerStage last August through some mutual friends. So we knew each other casually, but he always remembered my name and was as warm and friendly as could be. I have fond memories of hearing him play at Barbes and Cafe Steinhof w/Jack, and of shooting the breeze afterwards or between sets over a beer. We had many friends in common, and as a music fan I was really struck by the absolute command and natural swing of his lap steel playing in particular. His fluid and blazing solos on that instrument were models of brilliant improvised concision, and more than once I was gobsmacked by them. Like a lot of folks here I was struck by what a friendly, funny, unassuming character Drew was. I am extremely shocked and saddened, as we all are, by his passing, and have already re-listened to his work on Jack's last CD in order to bask once more in his music. He will be missed, and his memory cherished. Peace.

Guy Bock (guy.w.bock@smithbarney.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 01:59:21 PM EST
Subject:The Early Days
 I consider myself very lucky to have been one of Drew's early garage band members.We spent countless hours together learning and rehearsing our favorite bands music. We were always more ambitious about the music we aspired to play than we were capable of pulling off as musiciuans at the time. But, we had a lot of fun and laughs doing so. Drew had always shown the promise of doing bigger and better things even than. He will always be admired for following his musical dream. Jim, Joe, Freddy, Ken, Anything to add?

Dan Weddle (daniel.weddle@gmail.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 01:38:18 PM EST
Subject:What a person!
 Yes, what a person! I've read some entries from those of you who I've also known in Drew's life, and appreciate all that's been said. Echoing many of you who have stated his influence on your lives, he also has inflected upon me a wonderful sense of embracing diversity not only in music but in life overall. It started at U-Ha my frosh year in 1983 when we first met. Having come from (what I thought was) a wealth of music in my life, playing drums since I was 10 years old, moving up through the ranks of the public school music programs to be drum major (QTIP) my senior year, playing in cover rock bands in High School, yadda yadda, then coming to U-Ha and seeing and hearing Drew's record collection, it was like starting over again as a kid in a candy shop. Oh, and he could PLAY this new and eargasmic stuff too! The diversity I thought I had accomplished was minimal; the diversity and openness to teaching and sharing by Drew was a watershed in my life! Memories of him teaching a few licks on my then-start-up guitar playing, of the fun we had with classics (Grant, remember "Let me Go" from the Stones?), of the HAIR and smile offered when my appreciation of his teachings went noticed - def miss those days. Other than when I whipped out a Bob Seger song one time ( and only once around him) I never ever saw him think of anything as bad, only different, a trait I have tried to intill in others who have had grossly bigoted perceptions. Too many times we were drunk together and he let me go after the fat girl. (we had different tastes sometimes in those endeavors!) Let's not bring up the Uncle Dave's stripper incident with friends from Hartford...right? Memories of our playing together?...playing with Drew (and Dan Generous) for first time at TKE party in basement, hanging with Rob Banks (rosenthal) and others in summer of 84, hitting 'em hard with Babcock, my first wedding, hanging with him at his many apartments. Oh, and wondering where the next beer will be (and how much/which top shelf one he'd pick with aquarter in his pocket!) Ahhhh, those sacrifices are well endowed and documented amongst us all, but for some reason we went along with it due to the fun we knew we'd have (and did!) Playing with him, Ennio and the rest of NYC when the lights went out in 2003 was an absolute blast - he always had a couch for me. Reinvigorating a friendship with Pete Veru happened because of him. Old friends coming together in the Boston area because he was in town was something to alwayslook forward to. Spreading the love of music and life is something we all learned from him and hope to carry on as well as he did. Thank you for being you, and for making me a better person...until we meet again, Luv you!

Phil Zisook (@pjz123@comcast.net)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 01:27:36 PM EST
 I can't say that I knew Drew personally; I knew him as a fan of the Silos and saw him play just about everytime the band played in Chicago. The picture of Drew that was clear from a fan's perspective was that he was a totally down to earth, nice guy that loved music and loved playing. And his playing blew me away every time I saw him play. Drew never phoned it in; you could see that he felt and loved the music --and that he shared an undeniable comraderie with Walter and Konrad. This morning I was listening to the song "When the Telephone Rings" -- what creative, personal and empathetic playing!

Leigh Gregory (mellowdrunk@earthlink.net)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 12:38:42 PM EST
Subject:Good-by Drew
 I first met Drew in his post-college days in Hartford during the latter half of 1985. At the time me and my friends were going to shows and probably frequenting the 270 West or the Comet four or five or six (OK maybe even seven) nights a week and Drew was usually going to be there as often as we were. There wasn’t much point in giving Drew a call as it was a given that we’d be running into him and hanging out. Later on in the decade Drew would usually be found holding court at Scarlett’s and I’d catch him playing with the Monster Band or head down to Hartford’s South End to see him playing with the Zywaks. I don’t think there was a better bass player in town and it was always a pleasure to see Drew play. He was also such an affable, gregarious guy – unpretentious as well. He just loved to play music. I was up at the Comet one night in 1989 and Drew walked in, so we had a beer and he told me he’d just finished helping a friend over in West Hartford complete building a home studio. I asked him a few more questions about the studio as I was looking to do some recording at the time and Drew wound up introducing me to Jim Chapdelaine. Charles Dube and I spend the next year and a half working at Jim’s studio and the best part was we were assisted in our recordings by Drew on bass and Jim on lap steel, mandolin and guitar. Drew was always “on” at the sessions and did them in typical studio musician fashion. He’d show up, no matter what condition he was in or what he’d done the night before, hear the tune once or twice and then tell Jim to roll the tape. I feel very lucky that I got to see Drew play a couple of times here in San Francisco: once with Graham Parker, then a few years back with the Silos. Last I saw of Drew he had just done a great show with the Silos and was heading into the van, ready to drive down to LA after the gig. We talked about meeting up at South by Southwest that year and Drew promised me we’d have “a real blast.” He made it but I didn’t get down there and I’m regretting it now as I know it would have been a blast. Drew: rest peacefully -- I’ll be thinking of you at my gig on Friday.

Markie Gee (@magreenland@yahoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 12:28:45 PM EST
Subject:The Good Ones Always Seem To Leave Too Soon
 This seems a fitting time and place to acknowledge that we always tend to take the important things in life for granted. I regret not having made more of an effort to track Drew down over the past few years. While we were never close, we did share a great affinity for wine, women and song. I have scores of memories of the times we shared. I have mad love for my musical compatriot from NJ who never failed to make me smile, laugh and ruminate on how fabulous it is to make a living off of something you are rabidly passionate about. I especially cherished Drew for his phenomenal talent and diversity; his taste was eclectic in the truest sense of the word. I consider it an honor to have witnessed his genius and to have dj'ed alongside and for him. May he rest in peace and his legacy far outlive his all-too-brief presense on earth. God Bless Drew. Markie Gee

Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 11:42:39 AM EST

Chris Erikson (chriserik@aol.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 11:05:42 AM EST
 A few memories of Drew that have come to mind since I got the awful news: 1) The first time I met him, right after he moved to New York, at a gig he was doing at Under Acme. His warmth, energy and humor made an immediate impression. And, as many people have noted, once you met him, you'd never see him afterward without getting a big, warm greeting that would bump your mood up a notch. 2) Not long after that, when we were talking about musical gear at the Lakeside, and he encouraged me to borrow any instrument he had, any time, never mind that it was probably the second or third time we'd spoken. Later he offered to give me a lap steel lesson with the same casual, enthusiastic generosity. (I wish I'd taken him up on that. By the way, it was around this time I started to wonder how this guy who'd just moved to town seemed to know everyone in New York who'd ever picked up a guitar. Later I got to wondering how he seemed to know everyone in the country who'd ever picked up a guitar, and had played with at least half of them.) 3) Another Lakeside memory: playing an underattended show with Spike Priggen there, and having Drew come in to watch the last couple songs and completely rock out, making the whole night worthwhile with his energy and enthusiasm. When we were done he loudly and repeatedly proclaimed that our cover of Alice Cooper's "I'm Eighteen" had, let's say, acted on him as a kind of musical Viagra. 4) Detailed reports of his gastrointestinal exploits. I never toured with him, so I heard about this more indirectly than directly. And it's not exactly the stuff eulogies are made of, but what can I say, that was Drew.... Have I mentioned that wicked grin? 5) How sweet he was with kids. I've spoken to two friends who've got little kids who immediately recalled this about him, and I recall how nice he was when my son was born, and how he talked about his nieces and nephews with such obvious love and affection. As many have pointed out, Drew was one of the best guys you could hope to drink and shoot the bull in a bar with, but there was a real sweetness to him that came through at times like this. 6) Listening to a Mary McBride record in my car, which I didn't know Drew had played on, and hearing someone launch into a big, brawny, soulful, shimmering lap steel solo, and immediately knowing it was Drew, as sure as if he'd popped his head out of the tape deck to say hello. 6) This is stating the obvious, but: his incredible skill with anything that had strings on it. I'm thinking about watching him with Tandy and seeing him play both guitar and lap steel with such grace, power, tone, swing and sensitivity, and then midset seeing him pick up a mandolin and start blazing away on that, and thinking, that's just not FAIR.... 7) Talking to Eric Ambel one time when Drew's name came up, and him saying, "Drew? That guy likes to PLAY MUSIC." A simple statement, and he didn't say much more than that, but I knew just what he meant. Drew seemed born to it -- he had such enthusiasm for playing, and seemed so vibrant when he had an instrument in his hands. 8) Being struck over the last few days by so many people who he impressed in exactly these same ways -- with his warmth, his talent, his generosity, his live-wire friendliness, his sense of humor, his enthusiasm, his bigger-than-life energy, his quirks. He had a lot of gifts, and by traveling around and playing music he found a way to share them and to touch a lot of people. It's not a bad way to live, and to be remembered. Drew, you'll be missed.

XAVIER TAYADELLA (xtp@icab.es)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 10:08:43 AM EST
 Estábamos pendientes de saber si podríamos tener el privilegio de disfrutar pronto de un concierto de los Silos, cuando nos ha conmocionado la noticia del fallecimiento de Drew. Persona y músico honesto, miembro de una banda de rock honesta. Adiós amigo Drew te encontraremos a faltar.

larry derdeyn (larryd13@hotmail.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 09:17:17 AM EST
  i had the honor of playing with drew in two of my groups. he was the first bass player for zy-wacks way back in 1988. later he played bass and lap steel with illy noise in 1996. i've met very few people with the enigmatic charm of drew. everything he played had a soulful downhome feel even the weird stuff. this outpouring from all these people only confirms what i already knew,everyone loves drew! somewhere in heaven there's a mischievous grin. catch you on the flipside bro.

Matt Zeeman (zeemanfam@verizon.netMy Brother-in-law)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 08:25:18 AM EST
Subject:My Brother-In-Law Drew
 Somewhere on a stage, Is a shadow of a man. With a smile so wide, And his soul in his hands. He lived his dream. Drew will always be missed. He lived a life with a freedom that was admired by me. A talent only a few will ever have. A guy you couldn't say goodbye to with just a handshake, always a hug. Drew was always sharing stories and adventures of his life with our kids. I hope that Drew was and is an inspiration to his family and friends as he's been with me. Drew always made me feel comfortable in the family. A lot of laughs. A lot of memories. His life was a challenge he was never afraid of. Maybe someday, his musical talent will inspire one of his own family to carry the torch.

Jeff Perfater (jeff@jeffmichaels.biz)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 01:06:27 AM EST
Subject:Drew Glackin...forever influential.
 Seems like these situations are the only ones that bring us back together after so many years. Very sad news about Drew, my heart just fell to the floor when I read the news. And then immediately I had a hundred memories of all of us at that place in time in Hartford. In the early 80's at UHA, I was in a band called Drastic Change with Mark Britton, Charles Dolich and Jeff Safir. From time to time Drew would sit in and on occasion we had a chance to work on originals. Drew always listened before he played...and then when he did play, he lifted the songs to new places. Drew didn't accept boundaries in his musicianship...he was always listening to new grooves, always finding new licks, and new ways to play them. Not having heard from anyone at all in nearly 25 years makes it tough to know what people have been doing with their lives. I would believe, knowing Drew at UHA, that in the years after college, he didn't miss a chance to pick up a guitar or bass and make, what was already something good, truly special.... He was a very "in the moment" guy. He lived his life like he played his bass...full of passion. My friendship with him in college makes for wonderful memories now. Even now in his passing, his inspiration drives me to be a better musician as well as as a compassionate man. I'll miss you deeply, my friend.

Brett Bryan (Frogboy) ( brett@pulsetattoo.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 12:44:16 AM EST
Subject:What a player...thanks for the shows
 Drew used to book the bands at Scarlett O' Hara's in Hartford and in 1991 he took the time to check out our little demo, and gave a shot to play a Sunday night gig. That was only our second show of what would become years of shows at Scarlett's and all over. We had a few great shows with Ray and Drew and the Monster Band, (what a great time). Oh yeah that first show Drew gave us at Scarlett's all those years ago... I met my wife there that night! Thanks Drew for the show, and the memories. Be well, and thanks. Brett Bryan (Frogboy)

Guy-Michael Grande (gmg5@bellsouth.com)
Date:Wed 09 Jan 2008 12:30:40 AM EST
Subject:Farewell, Drew
 It's hard to believe that Drew is gone. From the first day I saw him performing with The Commuters on the UofH lawn ('88 or '89), Drew's warm tone and incredible musicality got to me. A few years later, I caught Mr. Right in downtown Hartford's Asylum Street market lot and was blown away by their sound, songs and intensity. Like Pete Veru, I too attended the final Mr. Right gig at Sully's, and as he testified here, they burned everything into smoldering ashes that evening. Their shared sonic intensity was the sole balm for my melancholy over the band's breakup. Given my love of Drew's playing, I was thrilled to work with him when Jim Chapdelaine produced my first record; for a solo acoustic artist like me, playing live with Drew and Jon Peckman in Jim's studio was an absolute dream, and his encouragement is something that still resonates. Though I only made it to one Silos gig, I loved their band chemistry as well. Drew was a phenomenal musician who reached even those of us who didn't know him beyond his recordings or live performances. My heart goes out to Drew's family and closest friends, and may you be comforted by his immense spirit in the days to come. Respectfully, Guy-Michael Grande Nashville, TN

Melissa Seibold (AKA Tilty Mel) (tiltymel@netzero.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 11:00:49 PM EST
 My fan-ship and friendship with the Silos; Walter, Konrad and Drew goes back to Milwaukee where my cohort-in-rock-indulgences, Mickey Martin, introduced me to a Silos/Walter Salas-Humara education back in 1994 or so. He had been offering Walter and Co. his couch(es) and following them around the Midwest since the early 80s when it all began for the Silos. Over the years, through my "tours of duty" at SXSW and onto NC, they, as friends and musicians, have been near and dear to me. You could (and still can) always count of the Silos to touring relentlessly and "even bother" to book and re-book venues and clubs when again and again the head counts in the audiences routinely were disappointing. . . to me, mind you. THEY just seem to love doing what that do. . . And how outstandingly they always did it. Anyhow, they all are people who are true to their hearts. I had the honor of The Silos performing at Tilty Farm (Chapel Hill) on July 12, 2003. Drew's 40th Birthday (pic to follow on this site, I hope). No matter rain, wind or lighting (under a metal barn roof, mind you) they gave it their all. One of the best rock memories I have. Period. Gracious guests and people. . .Drew even cracked my Mom up a few times the next morning over Jen Mahan's chocolate chip pancakes. I don't think I was quite sober yet. . .:-) And, again, when Van Alston wasn't around to put them up in Raleigh, NC (or maybe it was that they played Go! Studios and the drive was just closer), I had the pleasure of putting the Silos up a few times over my years in NC at Tilty Farm. Lucky me. I have a few more stories, but I will leave it at that. . . I was always affirming of what I am on this planet for, when the Silos and Drew were around. . . I think, besides their smart, unique, infectious and often funky (Drew) music, it is also that they all, Walter, Konrad, and Drew, were and are just the some of the best damn people and finest folks around. And certainly the smiliest and most gracious band I have ever know. . . We love you Drew. My heart is broken. And I will miss you and your laugh and smile. . .But I know you are still rockin'! . . . And I know I am still in denial. . . Melissa

Michael "Switchy" LaPointe (mwlapointe@snet.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 10:53:53 PM EST
Subject:My Friend
 Wow, Where to start. Well I can say that I probably spent every day of the late 80s with Drew, and as you know, every minute with him turned into another story - and I’d be happy to share them all with anyone over a drink - but I’m going to try to get out a few of the special ones. There was the weekend that the Commuters were playing at Rossellini’s in RI on a Friday, and at some point that night, the idea came that we should sleep on the boat and sail to Block Island in the morning. Of course, we never looked at the forecast – so there we were in the middle of Long Island Sound in the middle of a monsoon with a small craft warning, and all the gear we had was 3 bottles of port wine and the clothes on our back, casting off as other boaters wearing full rain suits gaze in amazement that we are leaving. I looked at Drew after about a half hour of rolling up one wave and down the next and say, “Should we go back?” Lifting up the shirt that’s over his head to block the rain, in that Drew-like manner he said, “How many bottles of Port did you say we had?” … “Oh, we’re good!” It did stop raining and we had a blast that weekend. …Or the 3am naked body surfing in Misquamicut … running up to people sitting in the lifeguard chair, thinking they’re our friends (wonder if they still tell that story). …Drew calling me to make sure we we’re still going to a party that night, and me telling him that my transmission broke and I have a new one but I won’t be able to get it all done today - and him saying “We’re not missing this party -- a chick that digs me is going to be there I’ll be right over!” Needless to say, we had time to get ready and were still one of the first to arrive. …Going to the Agora with Drew and his brother in a stolen (or “borrowed without permission”) truck to see Max Creek…Wednesdays at 36 Louis St… The Comet (every night)… Doug’s annual party…Concerts with Drew & Butch… The night Butch invited a friend for dinner (that’s more of an inside joke)… Trips to Boston to see the Dans…and just sitting on the floor of my apartment (because I had no furniture) watching a movie wasting time until it was late enough to go out. I could go on forever. I never had a bad day or thought when we hung out, and even though I hadn’t seen or talked with him for a while, I knew that he was here or there, and if I needed him he would be there as I would for him. I will always reflect on those days and smile. Drew and I could go years without talking and just pick up where we left off like we had talked the day before. I always thought that we would be sitting in our wheel chairs or driving around in a golf cart in some retirement community many years from now, talking about the good old days and trying to figure out where the party was that night. I still feel that we will… it will just be in a different place. I feel I’ve lost the brother I never had and a friendship that can’t be measured. I’ll miss you man. Mike (Switchy)

Keith Hultmark (@khultmark@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 10:44:33 PM EST
Subject:Drew, Our Friend
 Drew, Walter, and Konrad stayed at my house for two nights in November 2005 following a show in New Haven, CT and another in Peace Dale, RI. It was a real pleasure for me, a long time Silos fan from the late 80's and now friend. You see, It was back in the mid 90's when a friend and I struck up a conversation with Drew at the club the Silos were playing before the show. Super friendly and very funny, Drew eventually introduced us to Walter and Konrad and soon after many shows and a house concert we went from fans to friends of them all. I've only seen them a few times since then but each time they and Drew greeted me as one would greet a friend. My greatest memory was when Drew and I stayed up all night, one of those nights at my house, enjoying a few whiskey's (wicky's as Drew called them) and playing our favorite songs to each other from my collection of CD's. His passion for all music was evident as he came across songs to put on. He pointed things out in each song he played that moved him or influenced him, from Richard Thompson to John Prine to The Clash to Johnny Cash, and many in between. It was fun to see him react and light up with each song he put on and even some I played too. What a memorable night of conversation and great music. I'll miss Drew, his kindness, his passion for music, his contagious laugh, his amazing talent and stage presence, and his friendship! My thoughts are with Drew's Family, Walter, Konrad, and all his Friends!!! Rest in Peace Drew, Our Friend. Keith Groton, CT

Jim Chapdelaine (chap@ntplx.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 10:11:13 PM EST
Subject:Drew Glackin, a great friend and great player
 I feel like I need to invent new words to describe how sad and empty I feel over Drew’s passing. I can’t so I’ll use the clumsy words I have. I’ve imagined that if I post a few memories, it will make this real. Final. But it is, so I will. We started in bands that were friendly rivals. Of the rivals, it was Drew and I who became thick as thieves. It wasn’t long before we had our own original band together. It wasn’t easy, we had to convince Drew to leave a great band (The Monster Band) and our timing was perfect. Drew was the great, obsessed musician that everyone has described but he was also a total musicologist. No matter what the music, Drew would have all the records AND the bootlegs. We used that to get him into Mr. Right. It was a simple plan but it would only work with Drew. He was getting into roots and I had some lap steels and a mandolin. Once he heard that, the trap was sprung and off we went. He brought his incredible energy and newfound love of roots into our welcome arms and for awhile, we owned it. We had nights that we were horrible but more often than not, we had magic nights of music. After the gigs we would go up to Drew’s place. Drew was the Mayor of the city and his place was city hall. He was, ironically, one of the few CT politicians to stay out of prison. We had times that would make Motley Crue seem like the local Rotary Club. Drew introduced me to a new form of golf. Teeing up from his 5th story roof at 3 am and driving golf balls into the offices of insurance executives. Somehow, it was ok then. When Drew moved to NYC, it was time for new things, new bands, kids, wives. We still played together but more as adults and the music was always good. This time he got me to join Feathermerchants and more great music was born. Somehow, he was able to get a New York City law passed. Seventy three percent of all music made in NYC was now bound, by law, to have a musical contribution from Drew Glackin. It’s become apparent from my experience and all the others I’ve read that we will all miss something. Drew changed our lives. He was the invisible thread that connected so many people from so many walks of life and types of music. There are so many stories. Tell them all, they need no exaggeration or embellishment. And mostly, play the music. It’s music above all that defined Drew. I will always know that he didn’t know what ‘mean’ meant. He was pure of heart and focused on music in a way that made him a beautiful creature. He called me ‘Crappy’ and got away with it. He, in turn, became Droopy. Like everyone else, I feel cheated and sad but grateful beyond words for Drew. I want to hear 1 more catch phrase of the week. “Bali, Bali”, “Shut up, Stupid” I want to have 1 last pint at the bar. I want to play 1 more song. Wherever you are, I hope you can hear all of the music you made in all of the heads that it’s floating through because that’s you. May you rest in style, forever young and may you never have to pack another van.

Kenneth Bucci (kbucci2@verizon.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 09:59:36 PM EST
Subject:In rememberance of Andrew!
 Andy was one of my best friends growing up. I am not sure when I actually met Andy, but I know we lived only a few hundred feet apart from each other. Andy as we called him back then became Drew in High School when a mutual friend started calling him "Drew", short for Andrew. I can remember his mother not liking that name at first. Drew's room in the Glackin household was actually the attic. I remember lots of times in Drew's room listening to Aerosmith, UK, Genesis, Todd Rundgren, Yes, REO Speedwagon, Bill Bruford, Steve Hackett, and many other great albums. I had listened to Drew play the bass guitar many times, I can still hear the music playing in my head. I can still hear him singing to "Singring and the Glass Guitar". I have many fond memories of things we used to do, rock bands we went to see, and the fun we had. Back then not everyone was running around with digital cameras in their pockets or cell phones with cameras, so I don't have any pictures of Drew from back then, but I will always have my memories of him. When Drew went off to college, myself and some other friends would visit him occasionally at school in Hartford, CT. In 1981 I moved away from Phillipsburg, NJ and lost touch with Drew. The last time I saw him was in 1988 at a friends' wedding. I have however heard some of the amazing music Drew has been a part of since then. I am even further amazed to read all of these stories about Drew to hear where he has been and what he has accomplished in his life. I am very impressed and in awe of all of the outpouring of messages from all over the world. Drew was always a very special friend, and even though we lost contact, he was never forgotten. Recently, within the last two months, I sent him a message on MySpace, and unfortunately I never heard back from him. We can only thank God that we have all been blessed to have had Drew in our lives, whether it was for a long time or a short time. Drew was an awesome person! It is very clear to see from all of these stories that Drew was special to everyone he came in contact with as well since his childhood days. I will miss not ever being able to hear him play again live in person, but I will never forget him and his music will live on forever! Rest in peace my friend!

Vicki Knopfler (@vknopfler@gmail.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 09:58:24 PM EST
Subject:a very special man
 I don't have a specific Drew story, just lots of good memories. I knew him first as a fan and very quickly felt special when I was around Drew, which wasn't often enough. Reading all the tributes and posts, I realize more than ever that it was Drew who was special with his ability to make all of us feel that way. He did it in a way that couldn't be faked: never forgetting a face, rarely forgetting a name and usually with a reference to past conversations or shared times. That, and his music, was Drew's gift to me and everyone he met, it seems. The world needs more Drew Glackins, not fewer. I miss him, but I'll carry the memories with me.

Deb PIccolo (swiveldrummer@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 09:57:25 PM EST
Subject:R.I.P Drew
 As I sit here reading thru the comments about Drew, I'm damn glad to have been part of the early 90's music scene in Harford and to have met such a funny guy and amazing musician. As a drummer, I have to agree with Geoff Brown (thanks for making me cry with your post, Geoff!) that Drew was one of THE best bassists I'd ever seen - what more could a drummer ask for than to be his sidekick in rhythm! Man, could he hold it down! He never failed to make me dance at a Monsterband or Mr. Right show and always wow'd me with his showmanship and skill on stage. He also made the BEST downright dirty-funk-stank bass faces when he was playing that made me smile when i looked back at some of the Mr. Right pics posted here - classic!! I think the last time I'd seen him play was with the Feather Merchants a while back in NYC. I'm sorry to hear he had to leave - way too soon, but happy to know that he did what he loved along the way - just play and make great music. My thoughts and blessings go out to his family. R.I.P and rock on wherever you are Drew! we'll miss u...

Tom Guerra (@tom.guerra@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 08:55:08 PM EST
 I first met Drew when my old band The Dirty Bones played some gigs with The Commuters. As good as that band was, it was Drew who stood out in my mind as the muso. I lost touch with him over the years as we tend to do, but will always remember his smile and his great bass playing. God bless you Drew. Tom www.TomGuerra.com

Grant Miller (grantobean@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 06:21:45 PM EST
 There's nothing more humbling to a guitar player than to be shown up on your own instrument.. by a bass player. That may well be the first lesson I learned at University of Hartford and it came straight from one Professor Glackin. We met in the fall of 1983. Drew lived on the third floor of Webster dorm and I, an incoming freshman, was soon the adopted son to this corridor of lunatics that inspired a thousand stories, many of which I tell to this day while others are almost unrepeatable. But, to put it into perspective, Drew's room was actually the quiet, "safe" room. There, it was not uncommon to find Drew already playing host to one or two other acolytes, offering up a listening session of his latest-acquired music, naturally all on vinyl. Typically, he'd play one or two tunes from one album, then quickly flip to another, then another, and another, sometimes punctuating the music by picking up his bass (a clear, lucite Renaissance brand bass - I will never forget it) and effortlessly playing along. He was just so good, even infuriatingly good. On nights (or days even) when I was fortunate enough to have my own listening session with Drew, the moment could be a revelation. This was at a time when the sounds of Toto or "Safety Dance" seemed inescapable, or if you were lucky, maybe a song from Synchronicity, but even that became tiring after awhile. So, to find this one-of-a-kind guy and to be introduced to artists like King Crimson, Be Bop Deluxe, National Health, Brian Eno, Hans Reichel, and XTC, names I'd never heard before - this was a profound thing. And if I was really lucky, in a quiet moment he might pick up his acoustic guitar and teach me a few licks from Steve Howe's "Meadow Rag" or "Clap" (the grail), which he could emulate perfectly. Amazing! Such a raw talent. We all knew it. He had his fanbase even back then... I cannot say enough - to Drew's family, his bandmates through the years, and to his other friends - just what an incredible, invaluable influence Drew had on my life at such an impressionable time. I've been saying it again and again these past few days: Drew Glackin was a pillar of my youth and nothing short of it. When I nearly quit Hartford after freshman year, Drew, who remained to work as an RA that first summer, put me up in a spare room for free while I searched for housing off-campus, so I could reconsider my decision and stay. It occurs to me now I never did properly thank him for that... Eventually, we all finished college, I moved to San Francisco and Drew moved to New York, but we managed to stay in touch over the years, which I'm very thankful for now. Our paths crossed twice in 2004, first when he came through on tour with Graham Parker, (an epic night with our old college chum Andy Stanton there, as well), and again a few months later with The Silos, also great. Those times were the last I would see him... Saturday night, after learning the sad news, I stepped out to see a friend's band play. I thought of Drew the entire time, about how it's something he would have done, a venue he would have enjoyed. I pictured him playing. I thought about how it's on all of us now to do the living for those who can't. I wanted to feel like I was somehow bringing Drew along for the ride. Because, whether he knows it or not, he is.

jennalou (jennifer@sirenstyleshop.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 04:35:12 PM EST
 you know, most of my thoughts for you are delicate and private. i have written those words down on a note so that you can keep them with you. one thing that i would like to say out loud and ever so proudly is that i am the only chick on the planet who can say that i was married to you! i got to be your wife. it was passionate and it was tragic and i wouldnt trade those years for anything. thank you for sharing a piece of your world with me. i am so proud of what you accomplished in your life and the musical bliss you surrounded yourself with. you were right where you needed to be. the gift of your music is what we will all hold on to. now that you are gone, what i take away from this loss and what i choose to believe is that you are safe and sound in the arms of your dad. i love you andy. jennalou

Spencer Keasey Scanlon (spencekeaz@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 04:33:06 PM EST
Subject:A true class act...
 Ahhhh, Drew. One of the nicest guys in the business. had the pleasure of spending a summer with him while I was interning at Central Park SummerStage...no matter what, we always managed to have fun. never got to see him with The Silos, but I saw him w/ the jack grace band plenty of times. amazing lap steel/bassist/renaissance man. i'll never forget the countless whiskey shots we consumed that summer, or the kindness he exuded to all around him. i considered him to be one of my true friends in a not-so-friendly industry. Drew was a true class act, and will be missed by all. Rest Peacefully my man. Spencer Keasey Scanlon

Craig Garfinkel (craig@mysteryfeet.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 03:14:50 PM EST
Subject:I'll never forget Drew
 Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to know him as well as I might have had we both not been bass players. That unfortunately eliminated the possibility of us being in a band together. I first encountered Drew when he had just started with The Commuters and I was playing with Street Temperature. As we were both in very busy bands it was rare for us to be able to check each other out on the gig, but we did so when we could. It was cool though that since I did see and hear him so infrequently I was able to experience his astonishingly rapid progression as a bass player, from someone who's stage presence somewhat exceeded his abilities (first gig with The Commuters) to a serious badass who totally lived up to being a member of the aptly-named Monster Band. Drew played his ass off, and with obvious dedication to the craft and with complete joy. Fortunately we did get a chance to hang socially, and Drew never ever failed to make me smile, laugh, and generally just feel good about myself and about life. As great as his talent for playing music was, this tribute is testament to Drew's even greater talents. A great musician helps the musicians around him play at their best. A great person helps the people around him live at their best. Rest well my bass brother.

Ramon Morant (monstermusic@comcast.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 03:07:06 PM EST
Subject:St. Andrew
 Friday I heard my friend Drew was in the hospital. That night I got lost on my way to a gig that I’ve been to many times. I finally pulled over to look at a map; I looked up to check my location and the street sign read St Andrews Road. St Andrews Cemetery was also in view; an ancient cemetery dating back to 1746. Of course! What an appropriate place from which to navigate my way to some music. Though I sensed I might never play another gig or drink another shot of Jameson with my good friend, I realized he would always be with me. Andrews’ time with us was short, but he weaved his way through so many peoples lives and stuck to our soul like a great piece of music: and a passionate piece it was. Drew had a deep and unique intellect; he was a keen conversationalist, his musicianship was astounding and his revelry rivaled rock stars. I’ll miss you Drew, thanks for being in my life. Ramon Morant

Tara Marli (taramarli@gmail.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 02:53:41 PM EST
 As the wife of Russ Meissner, I have seen countless Jack Grace Band shows and I can honestly say that the shows when Drew played were always the best. His lap steel became a third voice in the band, lending an eerily beautiful quality to songs like “Put on Your Shoes Moonshine” and “Staying Out All Night.” If Drew was away too long, working on other projects, I always missed him and his playing. As many others can attest to, Drew was great at making you laugh. One of my favorite memories of Drew was at the Rodeo Bar. Jack had just mentioned the fact that Drew had this way of always one-upping him on the subject of women. Without missing a beat, Drew replied, “My first wife was a Ford Model.” This past summer, I was by myself at a very rainy show in Prospect Park when I spotted Drew underneath an umbrella with a group of his friends. I didn’t want to intrude, so I thought I would just say hi and be on my way. I tapped him on the shoulder and he immediately threw his arms around me and introduced me to all of his friends. We ended up hanging out, drinking beer and eating hot dogs. A few days later, Drew got The Fuss and I in to see Levon Helm at Summerstage. He was, without a doubt, one of the most generous, kindest, welcoming people I have ever met. It breaks my heart to know I’ll never hear him play again, see him smile, share a smoke and a laugh…

Florence Dore (florencedore@aol.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 02:52:58 PM EST
Subject:In fond memory
 Drew inspired my song (as yet unrecorded) "Rich in Ohio." At the Lakeside one night, I told him I was trying to figure out whether to stay in New York or move back to Ohio. I said compared to living in New York, I'd feel rich. Drew said, "Better to be poor in New York than rich in Ohio." He took it back a couple years later when I told him I had written the song. On a memorable Drew trip to Cleveland, all of Tandy stayed with Will and me in my apartment on Coventry. We smoked some seriously strong pot, and I remember little else about the evening besides the fact that Will and I were at one point giggling in my closet. Then the next day Drew and Mike and Bruce came to my office building at Kent State, having retread several miles to retrieve a harmonica mike that Ferrio had left behind. I sort of kept my rock separate from my professorial day job, but when the van pulled up Drew and Bruce were hanging out of the windows yelling, "Woo hoo, hot professor" and shit like that. It was totally excellent. Drew was a sweet guy, and he'll be missed...

MLW (vwroccet@yahoo.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 02:51:15 PM EST
 I'm so sorry about Drew. I met him several times at shows here in the South and he was unfailingly enthusiastic about his music and the work he did with Walter and Konrad. The last time I saw the Silos was in Atlanta in the Spring of 2007. As usual, Drew was a wonder to watch and hear, and seemed very appreciative of his audience, taking time to meet, greet, and chat. What a terrible loss. My heartfelt personal sympathies to his bandmates, friends, and family. Requiescat in pace, MLW

JP Bowersock (jpbowersock@earthlink.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 01:51:11 PM EST
Subject:My heart goes out...
 Drew was someone I really looked up to; I have a towering respect for the man and his work. And he was a GREAT guy. That's not always the case when it comes to really talented people, but Drew was a joy to know. I'm shocked and saddened by the news of his death. This is a huge loss. My heart goes out to Drew's family, friends and loved ones. Rest in peace, brother. You left us too soon.

Steve Shore (@stephen_g_shore@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 01:48:47 PM EST
Subject:Remembering Drew
 I first became aware of Drew when he was with the Commuters. I was part of the "old guard" and Drew was leading the charge of the new breed of area musicians I never had time to check out. When I finally got to see him play, I was instantly blown away by his groove, his presence, and his "joie de vivre". You couldn't watch the dude without smiling, not to mention what the groove was doing to your lower quarters!! We were formally introduced during the Mr. Right era, and we quickly hit it off. I felt like I had known him for years!! I think I bought him a shot... Fast forward a few years and Drew is over my house buying my blue Music Man bass.. He ended up hanging out for quite a while, as we shared our common experiences regarding bass playing and life in general. His warmth and enthusiasm just drew you in. That was the last time we hung out.. I would run into Drew backstage at the Civic Center when I was working for Jim Koplik and Drew was a stagehand. Although we weren't close, he would always take the time to stop in and chat. That was before he left for NYC. I regret that I didn't get to know him better, but feel a bittersweet familiarity as I watch the slideshow compiled by the many people he has touched.. Groove on, my brother...

Gray Fowler (gfowler@bp-tech.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 01:24:08 PM EST
Subject:All about the music...
 I met Drew in the late 80's when he was in the Commuters and I was in a band called the Regulars. We hung out in Hartford quite a bit together. I admired Drew for not just for his charm and wit, or his musical skills, but for how he had the courage to follow the music. Not overly concerned with material things, he was totally dedicated to his craft... it was always about the music. He is a true musician in every sense of the word. One of the few people I've met that deserve that title. I'm greatful that I got to know him. We'll miss you Drew.

Matt Hill (matt@quietloner.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 12:14:40 PM EST
Subject:Condolences from the UK
 I first met Drew sometime around 2001 I think, when he was playing in the UK with Tandy. Over the next few years I promoted some shows for the band in Manchester, put them up at my house and also opened some shows for them in various towns as a support act, so I was lucky enough to spend some time with Drew. Those Tandy shows were quite something and Drew's playing coupled with Mike's songwriting was at the very heart of what made it so special. I never saw a band shift so much merch to so few people. At one show they sold 60 CDs - to an audience of 28 people! As you Americans like to say "Do the math" That very first time he came to town an excitable rumour went round the venue that Drew was one of the guys from They Might be Giants, presumably this was a spectacle based error. I was actually a little in awe of Drew when I first met him, as he was such an amazing musician but there was no need to be - he was so open, warm and friendly. At that time I was quite apprehensive about my own attempts at playing songs, but Drew offered to play with me, such a great thing to do for a support act and it was a real boost to my confidence to play a song with someone of his calibre and that's a real measure of his generosity. Us Brits always think Americans don't do irony or sarcasm but Drew had it in spades. He was such a funny guy to hang around with and I always looked forward to him arriving in the Uk to tour. As a musician he seemed to be able to play anything effortlessly. I will remember him as someone you could instantly warm to - Funny, warm, generous and kind. Matt Hill

Joe Como (jcomo@flohut.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 10:58:23 AM EST
Subject:Rare U-Ha Stowe Dorm Group Photo of Drew
 Cut and paste this link into your browser. If this link doesn't work, e-mail me and I'll send it to you. http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AZN2bJs2ctWnl&emid=sharview&linkid=link4 Hi All- Joe Como here, from the upperclassman front quad dorm room at U-Ha, circa 1980-1984. This picture has hung on my office wall for 25+ years. Group shot of us Stowe Boys from 1982's spring feast. I'm in the bottom row, 2nd from the left, hanging from the Stowe dorm sign sitting on top of Drew's shoulders. The Vodka filled watermellon in mid-air says it all. We were the un-offcial 1st Fraternity of University of Hartford. 100 guys with two all girl dorms right next door, and all of us without a care in the world. One of the best years of my life and Drew was a big part of it all! Warm Regards- Joe

Monica (Glackin) Zeeman (zeemanfam@verizon.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 09:58:19 AM EST
 Wow, my family is in awe of the huge impact both musically and personally that Drew has made on so many people, not just in New Jersey and New York but all over the country and amazingly to us, all over the world. The family memories will live on in our hearts forever and the new stories we are hearing have helped us really learn about the life outside of our family that was his "world". We, of course, knew he was talented, never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined how talented. I am proud to say he got his musical start right here at home with the wonderful music teachers he had including Orra Garrin, Sue Redcay, William Bercaw and Neil Boyer who brought the musical side of Drew to the surface. I need to say that the love, support and stories we received from Drew's friends during the trying times at the hospital is what was able to get us through those difficult 4 days. He will be sadly missed by his 8 wonderful nieces and nephews who constantly asked when "Unkie Drew" was coming home again. They couldn't wait for the next hike or enjoying Toby's hotdogs at moms. His brothers and I would run to moms to see him, usually upon his arrival. Sometimes it was Drew alone and others it was with bandmembers from Tandy and the Silo's for a homecooked meal. 13 years ago, Drew gave me away at my wedding. To have him and my mom at my side on that most important day is now so much more important and special to me. As the only girl, Drew would make sure to check on me and be sure that all was well. I sit here still in disbelief. We all know that if Drew could never hear or play another piece of music it would not be the life he would want. Rest peacefully my dear brother. I love you!!

Richard Alan (majorka330@sbcglobal.net)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 09:39:13 AM EST
Subject:Funny Times
 I remember seeing Drew play and what a true musician he was!! He played everything, I mean everything, like it was meant to be played, he meant everything he played! First caught him with the Monster Band way back and he and those guys made some great music together and created some memorable times at Scarlett's and other places around Hartford. Later seeing him with Mr. Right was a treat as well, again where his playing was passionate and felt throughout. Even in some of the pictures you can see how he played each instrument as each were a part of him. The guitar is a different posture than the mandolin, different from the foot-out-banging-leg-in-tempo of his bass playing! I remember one night at The Hungry Tiger in Manchester Mr. Right were playing and my friend Greg and I had done some drunken re-working of some of his lyrics to "I Want Your Girlfriend". We'd created some imaginative and somewhat crude options for him which in between sets, before they played the song, we shared with Drew. As I recall Drew's comment went something along the lines of "don't you ***holes have anything better to do with your time?" with that typical, giggly Drew grin...then we all just laughed about it and had beers together. Then when they did play that song he'd kept his eye on us and played grinning througout the song. Then when he took off for NYC, it made sense...he belonged sharing that talent and music much further than CT, which I'm sure so many are glad that he did. I miss that Drew smile when you'd maybe not seen him in a while and you'd see one another out somewhere. A hug and a beer and right into BS'ing about music and life....I'll miss him. Peace -

Jon Peckman (@bunzo67@hotmail.com)
Date:Tue 08 Jan 2008 03:21:14 AM EST
Subject:Drew. A one-off.
 I remember the first time I saw Drew. He was playing in the basement of what was (I think) Bopper's in Hartford with The Monster Band in the early 90's probably. He was tearing the bass up and I'll never forget his face, because he looked like a lizard. He looked totally at home on stage. It was energizing. I later played in Feathermerchants with him. In addition to his bass playing, I'll always remember this thing he used to do on a lap steel. We had this kind of middle eastern sounding tune that he used to play it on and he did this really bizarre routine with the steel and a volume pedal that sounded unlike anything I've ever heard before or since. It sounded like a theremin or a saw or something. It was really un-rootsy and kind of mind bending, and I remember thinking "Man, if I could make that sound, I'd sit around all day and make it." Well. that's what Drew did. He sat around all day and made cool sounds. All his sounds seemed to be very lived-in and arrived at by hours of playful experimentation. That's a beautiful thing that I'll miss about Drew and that the world of music will lack a little. It's sad to think that Drew's not out there making some cool sound. Well, he probably is, come to think of it. I do have one regret. I remember seeing Drew across the street from where I was hanging out at South By Southwest in Austin,Texas. I went to go over, but I got distracted and lost sight of him and figured I would catch up to him somewhere at the festival, but I never did. Obviously, I wish that I had. He would have said "Hey, Jonny, let's have a smoky treat." I also remember Drew eating almost an entire box of Jim Chapdelaine's daughter's ice cream sandwiches while making a Feathermerchants record at Jim's. Well, we all ate them but Drew, more so. These are my random fond thoughts of good Drew, everybody's friend. Ragged,rough,funny, from the heart. Like Drew. I will miss you, buddy.

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