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Here's my dead friend playing a Door's song - as made famous in the movie "RoadHouse"
I played in Jeff Healey's bar a LOT before he died. I can't even count the number of times. Never played there once after he passed, though - I don't even know if the place still exists.
What a sweetheart this man was - and what a beautiful, appreciative audience filled his club week after week.
When Jeff was in the club, he was never judgemental. He was always so filled with passion, and he was always so enthusiastic. He would sit and listen to whatever band he hired, and - even though he was the boss - he would jump up on stage, jam with you, and just smile endlessly while he was doing it. He wouldn't even play a guitar solo - he just always wanted to PLAY. With the biggest fucking shit-eating grin in the history of the world.
He would sit on stage and vamp, and constantly smile - making you feel like you were the greatest guitar player ever. Even if - like me - you aren't...
This is a beautiful man. A stunning musician. A pure soul. Fuck, I miss him... Its been a long time. As a guitar player? The man was batshit insane - even if he did use cheap-ass Squires...
R.I.P Jeff. I love you, and I miss you.
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