It’s so sad and strange that he’s gone. It still doesn’t seem real.
Maybe you already know, but in case you don’t: the last song of our set is called “Jeff Breeze,” where we rewrote the lyrics of “Jolene” to be all about Jeff. Continue reading “27”
I’m a former college radio DJ who also worked on a live music radio show. Pipeline was both a creative outlet and an opportunity for so many local bands. Jeff was unpretentious and the purpose of Pipeline wasn’t an exposure of his taste, but rather what underground music had to offer the world. I admire his dedication and his contributions will be missed.
Continue reading “Ali Lipman”
I remember Jeff as someone who despite having an encyclopedic knowledge of local bands from the last couple decades didn’t seem bored or jaded by new bands coming up. In fact, he seemed so genuinely into and interested in our band’s sound. That really stuck with me and made me feel good about our music, because I knew he had top-notch taste and knew what he was talking about. Like we impressed someone who had lived through some of the best years of the Boston scene. It was as much a joy listening to Pipeline! as being on it. He was a good down-to-earth interviewer and asked interesting questions. We talked a lot about ice cream. — Chelsea
We were all quite fond of Jeff and Pipeline! long before we had the chance to play. I discovered Pipeline! just after college. I was working for a local teen rec center and driving the evening drop-off van. Tuesdays were the one night of the week the kids would relent and let me play something over the radio that wasn’t Top 40, so I went right to Pipeline! I like to think that it helped us all get closer to the local music scene, and if nothing else, it introduced the kids to the cultural staple of Jeff Breeze. Continue reading “Beeef”
Jeff Breeze was a friend of ours. When he took over @wmbrPipeline, he was an ardent supporter. He always made sure to debut Black Helicopter’s music and have us play live sets for the purposes of helping promote the record release gig and ensuring the WMBR copy got in to the new release bin. He just loved discovering new local music and being the guy who got it to your ears. He did this for every band any of us were in without exception, it was just how he was wired and had the search and discovery down to a science. Thanks to technology, it became ninja-like. Continue reading “Black Helicopter”
During the early 2000s, Jeff was always there. If it was a show in New England, Jeff would inevitably show up. He was so supportive and open to what was going on with DIY post-punk music scene. He supported Cerberus Shoal with his Pipeline! show, as well as when he was writing for the Northeastern Performer magazine. It was so obvious how turned on by music Jeff was, and he supported everything I did: Fire on Fire, my solo stuff, and SNAEX. He was also a bit of an enigma as I had hung out with him on many, many occasions and I never really knew much about him. It wasn’t until recently that I figured out how awesome the Typewriter Orchestra is and how committed Jeff was to that project. Successful music scenes depend on people like Jeff Breeze. Without Jeff, so many connections would never had been made. He was a soul. Continue reading “Chriss Sutherland”
Gliding down a dark alley strewn with garbage cans, barely fitting our minivan in-between brick walls, we first met Jeff as he burst through the heavy door and told us how excited he was to have us there. We’d heard that kind of thing before, though they never seemed to mean it. But Jeff was different, as he continued on talking while leading us through the cavernous basement of the building, and describing his joy in finding our sad music.
Continue reading “Circus Trees”
Breeze liner notes (from Bandcamp): While the drive to Portland really isn’t very far, I mean it can be done in under two hours if there aren’t any traffic snarls, the first thing I usually do is find a place to get out of the car and find out what is going on. That meant my first stop for a long time was at Buckdancer’s Choice, the music shop on the west end of the peninsula. Jonathan Balzano-Brookes worked there and it was usually the only place anyone could ever wrangle him, and if he wasn’t around Todd Hutchisen was (occasionally they both were around even).
Continue reading “Crystal Canyon”
I have been listening to the tributes and have been deeply moved for the love Jeff inspired in so many.
Music is the one thing we cling to in these times, especially when the person who is lost had such a life in music.
With that, I can attest to the power of that message, as it has so many times transmitted through my basement radio, covered in dust slow to warm up but somehow always tuned to WMBR. I am transported on a Tuesday night to a basement in the Walker Memorial Building of MIT to a tiny room where a local band I have never heard of before gets ready to rock live on the air. This to me has always felt like freedom. The Joy of feeling the raw energy of a live broadcast where anything can happen. Anything can go wrong. Every thing can go right. The promise of youth dancing on the airwaves. The gentle giant working from the other side of the glass. Time to go. Thank you, Jeff, for being the man behind the glass making me feel free. Continue reading “Dana Colley”
Jeff was the biggest supporter of live music I’ve ever met. His passion for it drove everything he did. And it showed. There’s no substituting that or hiding it. I’m not sure there’s anyone else in Boston who can fill the void he leaves behind. But hopefully his passion can continue to inspire us. I remember when he took out the typewriter during our last session. Was totally unexpected and unannounced. I just went with it– such an odd and beautiful moment. I wish the world had more people in it like Jeff.