Our Tuesday night crew was very close – we often ordered pizza and sometimes brought the bands to hang out at the Muddy. He often mentioned producing a Sheryl Crow show at Missouri and Becca joked that we were the Tuesday Night Rock Club.
Jeff was so central to the local music scene in Boston – his Track-Blaster has hundreds of songs tied for “most played” because he so rarely played a song more than once.
He had fascinating stories and many, many hobbies – Boston Typewriter Orchestra, curling, tracking the best ice cream flavors in New England, record collecting, eating weird/obscure microwaveable foods, softball… After Jeff died, people had a lot of things to say about how brave he was for marching to the beat of his own drum, but I don’t think he knew any other way to be.
Jeff introduced me to Dan Blakeslee who does a great Halloween show – my now husband and I went to his concert in the “secret” venue above an Indian grocery store on one of our first dates.
After we went remote, Jeff Google chatted me sometimes to ask for band suggestions or see how I was doing. He seemed lonely, but I’m not sure if it was worse during quarantine.
I really miss him.