So sad and sorry to hear about Jeff. He was certainly one of the two pivotal players that launched new possibilities for Big Star….about 17 years worth of shows. However, it wasn’t only our performances that followed but the wonderful relationships that developed from them.
I am thankful on a daily basis for his and Mike’s contribution to all that developed for Big Star post April 1993.
(a Tim Inklebarger contribution)
Growing up in Columbia, MO, my life was greatly impacted by a small handful of people who were deeply passionate about music and deeply committed to sharing their knowledge, experience and enthusiasms with others. Jeff Breeze was one of those people. Continue reading “Christian Klepac”
I first met Jeff around 1995 or 1996 in Columbia, MO. I was 15/16, and my friends and I, usually some combination of Justin McCrady, Morgan Burnham, Drew Simpson, and Dan Browning would go downtown and hit up all the record stores. We would make stops at Streetside, Salt of The Earth and, of course, Whizz Records, where Jeff worked. Continue reading “J. Nardy”
I saw Breeze a lot during my first few years in Columbia, but we never actually had a conversation. Then we were in the group deciding the KCOU Top 88 tracks for the annual broadcast. It was pretty pretentious in hindsight, but it was fun to have a specific reason to talk/argue about bands for an evening with friends. I remember someone saying “Who the fuck are the Flying Burrito Brothers?” and giving a quick rundown of their biography, and then looking at Breeze next to me, as if I was looking for validation or repudiation. He just nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” and I felt a little triumphant.
I met Jeff Breeze when I was just 20 years old, in 2005. I was starstruck. We all were. My boyfriend and I were living in a house with his bandmates in the Mad River Valley in Vermont for the summer. It was a gross pseudo punk house – the fleas were so bad my boyfriend had 70 bites on his skin. The band was called Little Wooden Men. They were famous for rolling their CD sleeves around in literal horseshit (literal horseshit!!! From a horse. At a farm!!!) before sending them to reviewers.
And by famous, I mean, they were not famous at all and got almost no airplay or coverage because their music was abrasive and their CD sleeve was covered in, let me repeat, literal horseshit.
The only person to give them a chance? Jeff Breeze. Continue reading “Jess Begans”
I met Jeff when I went to Columbia, MO to work on David Wilson’s short feature film in 1996. Jeff was always around the thriving band scene in Columbia, and I jumped in myself, playing with a bunch of guys and joining the band Product 19. Lincoln from Product 19 was good friends with Jeff. I honestly have no idea whether Jeff was going to Mizzou, or working, or if so what his job was…he was always exploring, deconstructing and sharing music. And he was a consistently cheerful, helpful, welcoming guy who always wanted to help the locals get their
music out there. Continue reading “Jesse Sterling Harrison”