[URL]http://lelandlapine.multiply.com/photos[/URL]<br /><br />J.C. Black (James Inkanish Jr) was the most prolific on the skins & was a perfect match with The Mothers.<br />Mr Black....Thanks for the memories. You are in good company now. Rest in peace Until your next gig, I will be there!<br /><br /><br /><br />Dr. Leland
Eternety won't last long. We will meet in a minute. Wait for me!
What an integral part of the Mothers. Sorry I am sad, we are only here so long on this dirt ball in the universe. What music! Love you Jimmy.
A fine musician. A free spirit. A real gentleman. I had the good fortune to meet him after a show in Tokyo last year, and he was enthused and wide-eyed as a 9 year old boy.<br /><br />Anthony,<br />Santa Sprees
Our friend Jimmy Carl "Sonny" Black deserves to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.. Tell the Hall of Fame and everyone that you know to tell them to induct him into the Hall of Fame.... Gracias.
I just learned of Jimmy Carl's passing. What a shock! Only last night we 3 music buddies watched this documentary on FRANK ZAPPA IN THE 60s from Amazon. What a piece of hooey - there was scarce concert footage (the main selling point!) but thankfully lots of the late, great Mr. Black. In the bio was JCB's URL.<br /><br />Aw man. I just went there to email him & tell him how I felt about him and his music. <br /><br />Gone!<br /><br />I loved him & his drumming.
thanks jimmy! r.i.p.<br /><br />the guy with the black guitar from eisenach/germany
I met Jimmy back in the 70's at the Brass Ring in Encino, Ca.
I had the honor of working with jimmy on two UK tours, he was a kind, generous, and funny man who became a great friend. Why do they always take the good ones?
I had the honor of meeting Jimmy Carl Black during a concert the Grandmothers played in a small bar in East Lansing, MI back in the mid-late 1980s. At the intermission he invited me to meet the band and after the show invited me over to their hotel for a few beers. He was an incredibly gracious man and was happy to talk about the Mothers and life afterwards into the wee hours of the morning. The following day I ran into them again, playing darts in a local haunt called The Peanut Barrel where he signed my derby (a first, he said).