I had the honor of meeting Jimmy Carl...

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). An experience I will always cherish and astory I have told many times over the years. Here's to you Jimmy Carl! Rest in Peace and Thnak You for your music!