"I grew up in Mitchell ,12
miles from Stratford, playing in a local band, The Swingin' Impalas, at
the same time as Kenny Kalmusky, Richard, John Till, and Jimmy
Winkler with various other local guys played in the Rocking Revols.
just a few small local bands back in the late 50's early 60's, so we all
knew each other and tried to stay in touch over the years. Beak was at my
place with Kenny, the afternoon of the
Stratford reunion in '85 and I
felt in the presence of two very rare and special people, unaffected that
afternoon by fame or any other bullshit! We just laughed a lot
and talked about old memories, and all the old friends in common, long
lost track of... the concerts were great too.
Not a long time later, I was sitting, quietly weeping, after
hearing on the news of Richards passing...
And these words, became a song, from my heart, through my guitar
to the paper, just as they flowed..."
He was a friend of mine, although I hardly knew him, We grew up playin' rock and roll, in awe I'd listen to him, His fingers flew across the keys, on chords I'd never find, Like Sticks and Stones will break my bones, And Georgia On My Mind. With Ray Charles as a guiding light, he left to tour the land, With Levon, Robbie, Rick and Garth, his dream became the band. From "Big Pink," to the "Last Waltz," I loved his blues the best, Now I just heard on the radio, they've laid him down to rest. Well I don't know what made him go, nor care to look for blame, I always thought he had it all, his music, friends and fame, The man is gone, but not, the music memories left behind, Although I hardly knew him, he was a friend of mine, Although I hardly knew him, he was a friend of mine.Ted Schinbein,
The day Richard died