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The Dick Fegy Memorial Message Board
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Subject: East Coast Memorial Celebration

Kate Spencer
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Date Posted: 10:56:21 01/22/02 Tue

Hi to all Dick's friends. We have a date and a tentative location for a memorial celebration. The date is Saturday April 27. Place, Deerfield, Massachusetts. Space at the house is legally limited to 50 including children; if more than 50 of Dick's close friends are available for this time, I'll look for another location. Please contact me to let me know if you would like to come; also pass the word on to people who might not be watching this forum. You can e-mail me at maplelea@together.net or call me at 802-254-8405 during business hours. Thanks, Kate

Subject: Goodbye Old Pal (he would have liked that!)

Neil Rossi
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Date Posted: 16:20:56 12/29/01 Sat

Thanks to Bob and Laurie McCarthy for letting me know about this message board, and to David and Jan Vincent for setting it up.

I've known Dick for well over thirty years. I think I was a junior at Boston University when I met Dick, a freshman, around '68. Both of us were music-crazed and very much out of the popular mainstream as the music we played was bluegrass and old-time country. Even then, he had the talent of being able to listen critically, to pick out the important elements of a tune or a technique, and then to apply it.

Dick joined my old-time band, The Spark Gap Wonder Boys, when our guitar player got drafted, and for a couple of years played with us all over New England and as far south as North Carolina. He had a great sense of humor and an inquisitive mind that was always open to new forms of music. As someone else pointed out, he loved puns and plays on words.

I was always awed by his incredible musical technique. Whatever instrument he touched, he was able to learn. I remember that he decided to learn to play the fiddle. Within a matter of months he was playing that instrument with us on stage. He had the ability to focus and isolate those portions of his technique that were problematic, and correct them quickly.

When our former guitar player, George Nelson (also an awesome picker), returned from Viet Nam, both of them remained in the band. A highlight of our shows was when George and Dick would do one of their fiddle tune medleys. It would literally leave the aspiring guitar pickers in the audience gaping with disbelief!

I've heard this story from several people, and while I haven't verified it with the principals, I have no doubt that it is true: We did a lot of touring and playing colleges during those days, and both the mandolin virtuoso Paul Anastasio and fiddler/mandolinist/singer Tim O'Brien got their first exposures to the music from listening to Dick play during those times.

In 1972, I got invited to play with David Bromberg, and the SGWB broke up. I played mandolin, fiddle, guitar and a few miscellaneous instruments with Bromberg for about a year and a half, and then got a fellowship to grad school. I turned in my notice to Bromberg and he asked if I knew anyone who could replace me as "utility man" in the band. I thought about it and told him, "There is one guy that could do it, but I'm not sure you'll like him because he's a better guitar player than you." (I wasn't very tactful in those days!) But apparently they hit it off, so Dick joined Bromberg and recorded and played with him right up through this past summer.

After Dick moved west, he seldom came back east so I didn't get to play music with him for a long time. I saw his name pop up in various places, recording with this person or that. I heard via the grapevine (and I should have asked him about this when I saw him) that Emmylou Harris had asked him to join her band, but he had turned her down because he didn't want to tour anymore.

A couple of years ago he came back east for some reason -- I think one of his parents had passed away -- and while he was here made contact with some of his old friends. We ran into each other at a party and it was like old times. It was as if twenty years hadn't passed at all. He said he'd really enjoyed being back, and sure enough he made an effort to return and visit once or twice a year. It was such a pleasure to be able to sit down and pick a few with him again.

He always got such a child's joy out of listening to or playing music that he liked. My friend Allen Feldman commented that Dick was without ego when it came to music, that he just loved the sounds that were produced whether he produced them or someone else in the jam did, and that's why people loved playing with him. He would listen to someone's playing, be they beginner or virtuoso, and always find something new to enjoy and learn from in it. He always looked completely happy when he was playing.

The last time I saw him, we spent a long time talking about the future of recorded music and how the Internet was changing the recording industry, about the industry's chagrin at having the standard distribution channels bypassed, and similar topics. And all the time he was talking I got the feeling that he felt that his life was part of a fascinating journey, and that he was so lucky to be taking part in this trip.

You know, we could use a few more people with that attitude. I'll miss him a lot.

Subject: Remembering Dick

Lorne Rall
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Date Posted: 11:22:28 01/20/02 Sun

It is not without a tear that I am writing about our old friend Dick Fegy. I hadn't seen Dick since I moved from L.A. in '91, but I have nothing but fond memories of the times I spent with him. I remember my friend Frank Sullivan talking about the house band at Nashville West in El Monte and raving about this great guitar player they had named Dick Fegy. I stopped by one night fully expecting to see this litle Japanese guitar player who I thought was called Dick Fiji. He was not at all what I had pictured in my mind. I ended up subbing there one Saturday night for Bill Bryson not long after that. Dick made me feel really welcome by helping out with the chord changes; holding up chord numbers with his fingers and playing at the same time. Not always easy to do. Dick always seemed to be aware of when I needed to know a chord and would be there with the change just in time. We worked together in various musical configurations over the next few years. We used to carpool a lot out to Narods in Chino to play with Heather Myles. Dick seemed to enjoy driving his Saab and the hour drive was just long enough for him to smoke a big thick cigar. I really enjoyed his fiddle playing as much as anything he did and had him come in and play on the Lonesome Strangers record. He ended up playing fiddle and mandolin. Dick wasn't too keen on playing fiddle on the record; he wasn't crazy about his fiddle playing at the time for some reason. I thought his tone and feel were perfect for the songs and insisted he play it. And of course his playing was nothing short of perfect for the songs. As much as anything you can really feel his musical spirit in those songs. It has been real sad losing musical friends over the past couple years; Donald Lindley, Doug Sahm, and Champ Hood, among others. It sure must be a hell of a band they've got there. I'll always remember Dick for his humbleness, musical genius, and his subtle, unoffensive sense of humor ...... And his blazing rendition of 'Down On The Corner'.
Subject: Thoughts on the passing of a string man...

Mark Donlon
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Date Posted: 19:47:00 01/17/02 Thu

I, too, am just a fan, someone who did not know Dick Fegy personally, but someone who has enjoyed David Bromberg's music and the compadres who helped him make it for over twenty-six years... Peter and his mute, Firman ("a grown man sucking on a saxophone"), Mr. C, fiddlin' Jeff, Butch, et al, and the man to David's left, Dick Fegy. It always looked to me that Dick was the catalyst whose sly smiles and seemingly effortless playing challenged and energized David and, as a point of pride, forced him to squeeze the hot licks out of his guitar. The profoundly touching memories that those who knew Dick have written here are testimony to his incredibly positive vibe and virtuosity. He will be sorely missed by all lovers of great American music, and all who knew and loved him have my sincere sympathy. See ya at the shows...
Subject: God blessed us with Dick Fegy

Colin Cameron
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Date Posted: 00:52:39 01/17/02 Thu

I was greatly saddened to hear of Dick Fegy's passing. Like many of the others who have written their tributes to him --- friends Dave Pearlman, Jeffry Steele, Annie Harvey, Dave Frazer, Rick Shea, Richard Wedler and others --- I had the great fortune to play in several musical situations with Dick over the years. As one of several bassists who rotated in and out of the Dave Karp Band, I was in that group for some time with leader Dave Karp, keyboardist Dennis Jeffries, drummer Sonny Ray, myself on bass, and the real cornerstone of the bunch, Dick Fegy on guitar. As stellar as his musicianship was, I will equally remember his gentle ways and wry wit.
I remember him telling me early in our friendship how he had lost a job offer from somebody with a racial prejudice who thought his last name indicated that he was Asian -- Dick laughed about it, but you could see that he was hurt by that person's misdirection.
Now, we've lost Dick, Dave and Dennis from that ensemble in one year. As I try to make some sense of all this, I can only accept that death is as inevitable as life, and I'll be joining them sooner or later. Once, Hal Blaine said to me "we're all terminal" and he's right, of course, even if he meant it as a joke.
Dwight Yoakam keyboardist Skip Edwards, fiddler Brantley Kearns, and I got together the other night and shared our memories of Dick. It lifted our spirits in the midst of sadness to recount our stories. It felt like a celebration. Dick would have probably been embarrassed at all the praise, but God knows he was worth it. Dick was not just a fine bluegrass musician, he was a terrific musician in any genre he participated in.
My last music collaboration with Dick was at the Largo in Hollywood a few years ago in Annie Harvey's band, as I recall. Dick was cutting back on playing electric guitar because of the instrument's weight bothering him, and I think that he was strictly acoustic from that point, at least in live performance. I'll always have a picture in my mind of that wonderful bearded friendly face. He played with skill, taste and energy that night, but he gave me some clues at that time that his health was slowing him down and preventing the performance of some of his previous musical activities. I had been concerned about his physical state for a while, but never expected him to leave us so soon.
We seem to have lost quite a few heroes lately, and I've personally lost musical friends John Hartford, Dennis Jeffries, Dave Karp, George Harrison, and now Dick Fegy. He, like others, passed much too soon, and it's hard to make sense of it. But, like the Righteous Brothers' song says, if there's a rock and roll heaven, then you know they've got a hell of a band.
And I do believe...
Godspeed, Dick. You'll always be alive in the memories and hearts of those like myself who knew you and were lucky enough to play music with you. I'll see you --- and all those other friends --- later, I know.
Love -- forever -- Colin Cameron
Subject: Dick

Mike Barnard
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Date Posted: 12:10:36 01/15/02 Tue

I was lucky enough to share an apartment with Dick when he was touring in the UK several years ago. A very amateur guitarist myself, I instantly recognised that he was what Dave Bromberg describes here as a 'deep musician'. I listened to him play many times and was always impressed with his skill and musical sensitivity. He was good enough to spend some time trying to help me improve my playing and was unfailingly kind and patient in the face of my consistent incompetence. After he returned to the States I looked him up whenever I visited the West Coast and always enjoyed our wide-ranging discussions and our time together. He was gentle, intelligent and highly talented and I'll miss him as a mentor and a friend.
Subject: goodbye old friend

Richard Ferreira
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Date Posted: 07:05:48 01/15/02 Tue

Dick Fegy
Im from South Windsor, Connecticut about 5 miles from where Dick was from, (Manchester) but me being a few years younger, I missed knowing him then. We met in California around -85. He came recommended for a record I was doing out at the old Magnolia studio in N. Hollywood. I was quickly blown away. He didn't approach it as just another job. He dove into the songs, came up with brilliant, untypical parts and smart arrangments, playing guitar and mandolin lines that perfectly fit the song, supporting, yet making there own statements, flawlessly and effortlessly. It got to where i would look over and study his facial expressions to make sure things were going right.
He left a huge impression on me both as a musician and as a great guy, We became very good freinds, our Connecticut homeboy roots in common, and with Paul Marshall and John Lee we played & recorded together for several years. He never played less than 100% and was always a pleasure to be in company of. Though he was the bearer of this incredible talent he was the most humble and unassuming man i ever met. I would say "wow dick great solo" and he would just say, "great song", Dick helped me enormously during this time and i can never thank him enough. A great teacher and generous with his wide knowledge. He was very supportive and was a great booster of confidence and he made me a better musician. The 69 Martin D-18 I play to this day is a guitar that Dick found/chose for me. This guitar was strangely underpriced and i always suspected he may have shaved a few bucks off to make it affordable for me.
I left LA in -90 and came to Nashville Tn. where i now write this. Since then i have played with a lot of nashville cats who can stir the pot but i have seldom heard one who has what Dick had in spades. HEART! he is truely one of the greats and will be dearly missed. My life is enriched and blessed having had the honor of calling this man my friend, Goodbye Dick my old friend.
Subject: My buddy, my loss

Adie Grey
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Date Posted: 12:43:56 01/13/02 Sun

I learned the sad news last night in the midst of a Joyce Woodson concert. It was very hard to sit through the rest of the show in tears. Dick played on my first album as well; he was on the very short list of folks from Los Angeles (my hometown) with whom I always visited on my trips home from Nashville. I consider him among my dearest friends. Knowing that he died peacefully helps to take the edge off of my grief, but the sense of loss is tremedous.

I never thought of Dick as a bluegrass player, just a truely great musician without being bound by musical categories. And a sweet soul. He was a teacher and an ally in my search for information on my grandfather's copyrights. He was my chart man, my special guest, my confidante and my doorway to a world of wonderful friends to jam with in L.A.

Thanks for the place to make public my declaration of love for Dick Fegy.
Subject: Pivotal Influence

Chris White
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Date Posted: 21:19:17 01/12/02 Sat

I never met Dick but he was a pivotal influence on me nonetheless. His recording of Bowery Buck that appeared on one of the early Kicking Mule albums was a tune that had me banging away on the guitar for years. Fortunately the TAB came with the album otherwise I would have been completely stonkered. When Dick toured here (Australia) in the early 80s with Dave Bromberg I got to see him perform the tune live. I remember Dave wryly introducing it as Dick's big hit. Well...it was...with me anyway. Then Dick, who was standing to one side of the stage, just launched into the most beautiful piece of picking I had seen and heard. What a masterful player.
My sympathy to his family and friends.
Chris White - Melbourne, Australia
Subject: How did he know?

Ben Elder
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Date Posted: 02:30:16 01/11/02 Fri

It's amazing enough to have been at pickin' parties with the likes of Dick (where I did my best to play softly, not get in the way and try to learn something quietly), but there's one other occurrence that ties in with what several friends and co-workers mentioned about Dick's quiet cerebral at the Memorial on Saturday.

In the last oh-h, fifteen years or so, I've nurtured--to the point of some notoriety--an obsession with an esoteric type of '20s-era Hawaiian guitar (koa wood, body chamber extends all the way up the neck--forerunner of the National Tricone and Dobro). At a very early stage of my quest, I retrieved a phone message from work--at a time where my employment and fiscal posture may as well have been unemployment. It was DIck on the answering machine saying at a recent gig, he'd met a guy talking about selling a Weissenborn.

When I could finally control my spontaneous whoops and backflips, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how Dick knew to call me. Some time later, it came back to me: he, Annie Harvey, daughter Kat and Brantley Kearns had dropped by my apartment on the way to the beach several months before. (Spring or summer obviously.) At the time, I'd just gotten my first similar instrument (a Knutsen--a very worthy if quirky builder in his own right) but mentioned, "I'd really like to get a Weissenborn."

I couldn't remember this but Dick did! Even though my finances were terrible at the time, I told the seller if he'd keep the guitar out of the Recycler (classified-ad newspaper for those outside Southern California) I wouldn't haggle with him on the price ($500). I was able to hit up several friends for small loans and got the guitar in just a few days. (Paid back the friends, too.) As it happened, I didn't hear of another Weissenborn for sale anywhere at any price in more than a year following, so the price was more than right without the discomfort of the Haggling Tango. The guitar (it now has a name--Dick), rough as it looks, has appreciated almost as much as I appreciate Dick's thoughtfulness.

I'd always planned that the first time I found a Gibson F-5 Lloyd Loar mandolin (players and collectors can explain the dreamy-eyed irony of this statement about a high-five-figure instrument of which less than 300 ever existed), I'd give Dick first shot at it. I also thought I'd have thirty or so more years to try to pull that off.

My best try was when I had the chance to get a Van Eps tenor banjo (also rare and esoteric) at a very favorable price a couple of years ago, I remembered that Dick ahd mentioned liking these. His interest was in the the five-srting variety, so he passed. Instead, I let Dick's and my mutual friend Chuck Fayne (whose post appeared just before I started writing here) have it for what I paid for it.

I'll find that F-5 yet, Dick. It's yours if you come down and visit us sometime.

Subject: Memories

Chuck Fayne
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Date Posted: 01:21:26 01/11/02 Fri

Dick and I shared a love of music and musical instruments. One night I called Dick and asked him to come to our house and play for my family. Dick showed up with a beautiful Van Eps Banjo. He played and I cried. Last week I cried when I realized I would never hear him play again. Then I understood how blessed we all were. I can hear him play and speak any time I want to. All I have to do is shut my eyes and remember. I'll bet the Angels in Heaven are pissed. I'm sure Dick is the best harp player already. In God's dictionary the word GENTLEMAN means Dick Fegy. Dick...I love you my friend. Be sure and write when you get work.

Subject: my pal

kurt macinnis
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Date Posted: 18:27:46 01/09/02 Wed

i knew dick for just a moment. every time i met him i admired that quiet approach he had, and every time we played i so enjoyed his elegant musicianship. god bless you, dick.
Subject: 1966

Jens ("Jack") Lund
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Date Posted: 17:29:28 01/08/02 Tue

Was really saddened to heart of Dick's passing. I first met him back in 1966 when I was playing mandolin in a bluegrass band in the Storrs, CT, area, the Snake Hill Boys. Bob Peelstrom, who played rhythm guitar & bass for the band, recruited Dick, who was then still in high school, to play lead guitar. We all stayed together for about a year. Then Dick went off to bigger & better things. Our paths didn't cross again until the 1970s, when he used to come to Bloomington, IN (where I was then living), as a sideman for Dave Bromberg. I remember him as immensely talented & as a man with a very sweet dispostion. Although I haven't seen him in years, I miss him, knowing now that he's gone.
Subject: Solid

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Date Posted: 16:21:25 01/08/02 Tue

I have seen Mr. Fegy play many times and credit him and the other Bromberg band members with my musical obsession with American traditional music. Always a solid performance.

Thanks and God Bless,

Subject: New Pictures in celebration of Dick's life.

Webmistress Jan Vincent
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Date Posted: 10:09:29 01/07/02 Mon

I have added some information and new pictures on Dick's Memorial Page.[including some from his Memorial Celebration on Saturday]. You can view them by clicking on the link at the top of this message board. Also, on the new memorial page are links to his updated discography and a link to a wonderful tribute page by Norman Planky, which includes older pictures and some great music samples of Dick's playing.

Subject: Remembering Dick

Sandra Alberg Zaslow
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Date Posted: 08:23:37 01/07/02 Mon

I remember Dick from time I spent in Boston in the 60's & early 70's. I met him through Neil Rossi, David Doubilet and George Nelson, the former Spark Gap Wonder Boys. I never got to to hear him play with SGWBs but I remember earlier sessions when Dick, the SGWBs and other musicians played together. It was wonderful music and fun for everyone, musicians and those who listened. Somehow, I've expected the people from those glorious memories to be immortal, and I was very sad to hear about Dick's death. From reading all the messages, it's very clear that he was a master musician and a friend to many.
Subject: Sad news

Joyce Woodson
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Date Posted: 12:46:31 01/06/02 Sun

So sad to hear the news of Dick's passing. It still seems unreal to me but it helps reading other people's stories and letting it sink in. In 1992 I asked Dick to play mandolin and guitar on my first album. What a great session it was. He listened to the songs breifly and came up with exquisite embellishments for each song. I remember being floored with his mastery and with the speed of his "getting" a piece. I still love his simple work on my song "Hands of Time." His tremolo on his mandolin is still chilling. Through the years we would do gigs together from time to time. The last one was at the Gene Autry Museum a couple of years ago. When we played together sometimes I would just want to stop and listen to him, but then realized it was my turn to play. What a beautiful soul. I will miss him very much. I'll close with these lyrics from one of the songs he played on:
(from Hands of Time,
Copyright Joyce Woodson 1993 Row to Hoe Music)
"So while others conspire I sit by the fire
I no longer pine after days gone by, cause I know that I
Am held in the hands of time.
Once I believed I had the world at my feet
Once I had time, now time has me.
So like a light at the stair or an old rocking chair
The old wooden cuckoo will always be there
Like a late midnight prayer, telling me all will be fine,
Cause I'm held in the hands of time."
(May the music always bind us together, Joyce)
Subject: Dick

Terrell (ROOSTER)
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Date Posted: 04:26:55 01/06/02 Sun

I met Dick when he played at Nashviile West with Dave Karp And Windfall. They Played at my wedding 15 years ago. I was so down when I heard of Dick being gone. I lost two good freinds and now Dick. I guess like some has said before , there is one hell of a band playing . God knows where the talent is. Dick you will be missed. Dave Karp, Dennis Jefferies, Dick Fege. We will miss the sounds from the heart and the music on the mind. Love Yall Rooster and Family
Subject: honky tonk nights

Paul Marshall
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Date Posted: 00:28:09 01/06/02 Sun

After working with Dick occasionally through the 80's on various projects, including some great recordings with Richard Ferreira, I had the pleasure of finding myself in a working country band with him. With Cimarron Creek we worked five, six, sometimes seven nights a week, often two gigs on Saturdays and Sundays for about a year. Clubs and casuals, five sets a night. The drive to Orange County was long (even longer coming back at 2:30 in the morning), some of the clubs were smoke saturated meat markets, some were a little classier (had less smoke.)
I was playing bass, and Dick was on one side of me playing guitar, mandolin, and fiddle. On the other side of the stage was a guitar player named Robert Dahms, who was a match for Dick in terms of style, grace, and downright musicianship. Between these two great players, I left the gig every night knowing that I had been a part of something special. Dick and Robert would never fail to play some amazing solo, or fill, that would startle me with it's brilliance, still always serving the song and the music over all. It was never "look at me"...it was always "here's some music for you". That was the last "club band" I worked in. I knew it wasn't going to get any better than that.
Dick actually sang a few songs every night (some people who knew him well were surprised to learn this) and one of his favorites was a Jimmy C. Newman song called Alligator Man. Of course, he sang it wonderfully. A couple of years later, he taught me the song and I've been singing it ever since, and it always reminds of him.
During this year of working with Dick on a daily basis, I got to know him pretty well. We also played pool together (a growing passion for Dick), enjoyed cigars, and I learned about some of the other people in his life, like his steadfast auto repairman and friend, Jerry.
After that band dissolved, Dick began to have his hand problem that was the catalyst for his seeking a day job. He found the work at the clearing house immensely satisfying, and I was happy for him, and then happier still for all of us when he began to be able to play again. Dick would frequently show up at the Viva Fresh on nights when I or other friends were playing there and sit in with us. He always said it was especially convenient since his day job was right around the corner, and he could just stop by after work. The last time I saw Dick was just a few months ago, when he "stopped by after work" and made beautiful music again with us.
I am grateful beyond words to have known this exceptional human being, to have been able to hear him play, and like so many others here, to have had the honor to play with him. Thank you Dick Fegy.
Subject: sad day

jeffrey steele.net-sonynashville.com
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Date Posted: 23:40:30 01/05/02 Sat

i crossed paths with dick many times at places like the silverado in van nuys the palomino in north hollywood,nahville west,el monte,crazy horse in santa ana.
and many others.this is very sad news.i played with him in the dave karp band he filled in a few times and played so beautifully.dave passed awhile back too.i didnt know him well but he was always very kind and considerate.i know he will be missed by all the l.a. players who came to know him so well.i hope hes is just jammin up there....
jeffrey steele
Subject: As the years Get up and Go

David Billyk
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Date Posted: 20:03:35 01/05/02 Sat

Farewell to Our good friend Fege over there.
Always pickin' up a storm, and settin' it down with grace.
You didn't know me nor I you. BUT,
I know you're pickin' with all them pickers that ever picked.

God's speed, db
Subject: Rest In Peace

Al Donato
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Date Posted: 17:17:41 01/05/02 Sat

I seen Dick play twice, the first time in 1975 then in 2001 and both times was amazed at his playing. Thank-you for two of the best concerts I have ever seen.
Subject: Playin' 24/7

Lee Zimmerman
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Date Posted: 16:40:28 01/05/02 Sat

Having seen many david bromberg band shows in nyc, each time I always said to myself, I can listen to these guys play 24/7. What a great band. Each member just doing their job to bring total music comfort and enjoyment to all. Dick being a firm pillar of that band will surely be missed. Dick, thankyou for all those great nights, and to the rest of the band and your family, my condolences.
Subject: I hope Dick is jamming with the greats in the afterlife

Mrs. Dennis Jeffries ( Wanza)
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Date Posted: 13:47:27 01/05/02 Sat

My husband Dennis Jeffries played so many gigs with Dick and he was one of my favorites. I loved his quiet wit and gentle ways. Dick once made Dennis and I a grape pie all by himself. It was great and the only grape pie we had ever had. For a while they played together in Dave Karp's band Windfall now three of those members are gone. Dave, my Dennis and Dick in just the last year. Makes one wonder if there really are conincidences in this life. Dick had two great guys to welcome him and I can hear them laughing and having a great time just seeing each other again.

I will miss your gentle spirit Dick
Wanza Jeffries
Subject: a great player and a great person....

Dave Pearlman
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Date Posted: 11:51:46 01/05/02 Sat

I was saddened to hear about the passing of another of our friends....I was fortunate to have shared stages and many reels of tape with Dick. Just listening to him play was truly a thing of wonder. He was always quiet and intelligent and will be missed by many. So long, Dick; may you be eternally happy in the Great Pickin' Parlor in the sky...............................................
Subject: Goodbye Dick

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Date Posted: 20:06:52 01/03/02 Thu

I never really knew Dick that well. Every so often I would need a banjo player for a session I was producing and would call him. He always figured out a way to leave work early to come down and be creative with an instrument.

I thought it was strange and sad that a musician of his caliber had to have a day job in order to make a living. But I think he was happier working a regular job in some ways. It meant that he could play music he loved rather than music he HAD to play for money.

Anyway, we'll miss you Dick. And your sense of humor.

Love always,
Will Ray

Subject: I worked...

Rick Shea
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Date Posted: 14:27:31 01/04/02 Fri

I worked with Dick Fegy 5 nights a week for a year and a half at a honky tonk called Nashville West in El Monte. I took the job because Dick was in the band and I knew working with him would be a good experience, which it was. Anyone who has put in time at a house gig in a honky tonk knows the grind but Dick was never sour and never played less than wonderfully. During this time he produced my first recording and we became good friends. I know my playing will never be up to his level but I'm gratefull that he was kind enough to make me feel like it was.
Adios Compadre
Subject: Musical Celebration in honor of Dick Fegy

Anita Hunsaker
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Date Posted: 18:41:11 01/03/02 Thu

We will be celebrating Dick's life this Saturday, January 5th at 1:00 pm. Please email me for details at anita@musicreports.com, or hunsaker@earthlink.net
Subject: A True Angel

Heather L. Burgess
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Date Posted: 15:49:11 01/03/02 Thu

I met Dick Fegy for the first time in November of 1998. I was working at MRI as the receptionist, after recently moving to Los Angeles from New York/New Jersey. Della taught me to make the weekly announcement, asking the staff to move their cars for the street cleaning, to avoid a lofty ticket or even a tow.

After my first announcement on the pa system, Dick turned to Chuck and commented on how professional I sounded and what a nice voice I had. I will never forget that. I thought that was so kind of him, especially coming from a man of a quiet and shy nature. I always respected him.

We attended Vincenzos as often as we could, most recently at Thanksgiving time. My parents from NJ, my 91 year old grandmother from Wisconsin and my uncle from AZ all got to see Dick and the Grateful Dudes play. It was a wonderful evening.

Dick Fegy, we will miss you dearly. I am so glad to have known you and so thankful for the wonderful impact you made on the Burgess family and more importantly...the world.
Subject: Shocked and Saddened

Chris Copeland (Dave and Jan Vincent's son)
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Date Posted: 14:55:25 01/03/02 Thu

I first become aware of Dick Fegy after attending several concerts at Vincenzo's. I was struck by his masterful mandolin playing and was surprised to hear that he wasn't a regular member of the "Dudes" and that he just loved music and showed up every week to join in the fun. I was impressed by his dedicatation, his talented picking, and his lack of attitude for a man of his immense talent. I am a musician myself and his simple and profound love of the music inspired me. Dick....your spirit and music will live on in the hearts and minds of those who choose to look past the shy, humble exterior and into the soul of greatness. May God be with you!
Subject: Just a few short visits

C. Desmond Burgess
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Date Posted: 12:35:59 01/03/02 Thu

I only had the chanch to meet Dick a few times at MRI when I visited my son at work. Dick touched the life of my son in many important and meaningful ways, and for that I share the the respect and sentiments of so many others on this page. By the third or forth visit we had the opportunity to travel up to the pizza place one Saturdaynight to see Dick perform. He was amazing. At the break he came over to our table and I was stuck by his humility and good nature. Although he and I were nearly the same age, I sensed a childlike shyness in him that he overcame that night as he shared his talents and conversation with us. We will remember Dick with fondness and with appreciation for the example he set.
Subject: Dick Fegy remembered

Donald A. Duncan
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Date Posted: 09:55:08 01/03/02 Thu

I lived with Dick at Old Joe Clark's in Cambridge in the early '70s - a period referred to by a number of others who have posted to this forum. Some vignettes:

- Dick's 21st birthday, which happened at a May festival we attended. Given his quiet demeanor and great musical accomplishment, I'd no idea how young he was! It was very humbling...

- A few years ago, at a party at Kate Spencer's, I had an opportunity to chat with Dick. He told me about his job, we shared some web resources, and he gave me a link to one of his recent reports. We marveled at how perfect the job was for him, laughed at how he'd suddenly become a guru, and shared a quiet amusement at the strange twist of fate which resulted in someone *paying* him to do what he loved so much.

- Richard Wedler wrote:
"Six or seven years ago, someone invited ... a mandolin player they thought might like our group and fit in comfortably. One Wednseday evening a quiet, bearded fellow walked in with several cases, sat down and fit as seamlessly into the mix as anyone ever has. No attitude, no issues, just music. Damn fine music.

"Since that night, I don't believe Dick ever missed a Wednesday night. Whether he brought the mandolin, the banjo, the dobro or the guitar, the results were the consistently the same. Tasteful, playful and clean. It's very difficult to imagine what our jams will be like without this man's presence."

One night (ca. 1971?) Dick and I were at a post-concert party where Reno and Harrell were jamming. Reno was playing guitar, so Dick picked up a banjo and sat in. It was a 3-way shock: 1) I'd no idea he played the bluegrass banjo (he always frailed when he played around the house); 2) He felt so confident he was willing to stand in with that company; and 3) He played well enough that it was clear he *belonged* in that company. But my lasting impression is *what* he played - he played to the music as few banjo players do. He took a break if they turned to him, and did fine, but mostly he just sat there and supported the music - filling when fill was indicated, playing gently under the other instruments and the vocals, accenting and complementing them.

I've come to believe that Dick was the ultimate ensemble player. With him it was always the music. When he played, all his phenomenal collection of talent and resource went to making the collective music better. Every group he sat in with played better, and made better music, because of his presence.

And although I had limited opportunities to see him after he moved west, reading the testimonials of others on this forum leads me to believe that maybe he lived his whole life that way...

Subject: Good By Old Pal

Rod Roach
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Date Posted: 05:26:42 01/03/02 Thu

I first met Dick when he was living at Old Joe's in Cambridge,MA around 1970. I was playing in a local B-grass band, Stoney Lonesome with some of Dick's housemates.We jammed a lot together and became pretty good friends. Dick was a musician's musician even then and I was sad to see him leave for the west coast.
We lost touch after he moved on, but I was happy to reconnect with him a few years ago thanksto another Old Joe'er, Don Duncan.
I was happy to learn Dick still had my old '52 Martin D-18 and still loved it as much as I had when I regretfully sold it to him many years ago in harder times. It was battered to hell and had belonged to an old, blind country singer who, it unfortunately appeared, did not own a seeing eye dog. Dick had it fixed and insisted it was the best $300 bucks he ever spent. While I missed both my old guitar - and Dick, it gave me comfort to know the '18 was in his hands, making the good music.
Dick told me a couple years ago that he had "rediscovered" the mandolin and was having a great time with it. Sorry I never got a chance to pick with him again to hear what he was doing.
I'll surely miss Dick, but at least the memories are strong.
Subject: still in shock

Dave Howard
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Date Posted: 21:17:05 12/29/01 Sat

I could not believe it when a friend called me last Thursday to tell me about Dick. I am still in shock.
Dick and I grew up in Connecticut about 40 miles apart and first met when he was about 16. He basically took my place in a bluegrass band when I was drafted in 1966. He was already a better player on every instrument than anyone else in the band, including me. We lost touch with each other when he moved west and reconnected a few years ago when he started making yearly trips back east. I was overjoyed to renew our friendship and we always had a great time together whether we were playing or just jawing.
I have 2 sets of photos of Dick. One from February,1968 and one from last May. It's the same guy in both, just older. The years never changed him. I'm very grateful for our friendship and feel very cheated that I won't see him again, but our friendship goes on.

Dave Howard

Subject: message

Julio De La Nuez
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Date Posted: 15:29:18 01/02/02 Wed

I never got to know Dick the way so many on this message board knew him.

But than again maybe I did, but since Dick spoke so quietly I think I just missed most of what he said.

The times I spoke to Dick I did enjoy. He would make me laugh, we talked about music( a subject he obviously loved and I love), and other things that we both have experienced at one time or another in our separate lives.

I am sure we would have driven each other nuts if we hung out together all the time, me with my loud hyper ways and him with his quiet mellow ways.

Upon reflection I can say that I will miss him, and I will never forget the time that I knew DICK FEGY.

Jerry Krakowski
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Date Posted: 12:05:30 01/02/02 Wed

Fegy letter

I want to thank Brantley for calling me and Anita for informing me that this message board exists.

I met Dick 15-20 years ago when he first came out to California in his black Volvo 122. When it died, he then bought a series of Saabs and I have done all his mechanical repairs, resurrections, since then. Our friendship naturally flourished. In a way he was very shy, but given the right opportunity to speak, you couldn't very well stop the flow. His knowledge was more of a walking Encyclopedia. I am/was a sociologist and was interested in classical issues. I once gave him Max Weber's Sociology of Music to translate for me. He understood it, but didn't want to bother to explain it because it was just too technical. Our interests weren't limited to cars. When he played locally, before working for Clearing house, he worked as a musician and traveled extensively to do his "gigs". He would be paid in cash and whenever he paid his bills, the cash had a moldy smell to it. More recently, he would pick up his car after a repair and I would get paid a week later ... once he had the chance to go to the bank. I kept him "rolling along." He always wanted to own a car that was built in the same decade ... he was considering buying a new car and thought that the BMW Z-3 was appealing. It didn't happen!

One the of the things we did on almost a weekly basis was shoot pool. There was a long period of time where we shot pool 3-4 times a week. Then he was introduced to the Elk's club, that happened to be near work, and took up Billiards. He even got an award for being the most promising player of the year. There wasn't a time that we didn't get together that he didn't brag, yes he actually is capable of bragging, about the great shot he had made in billiards. Try to imagine what it is like to hear about 3 balls colliding and making sense of what took place! It's like describing the movement of notes on some sheet music with a score of three instruments playing simultaneously. Of course I politely listened. I play better than he did, but he would make the most spectacular shots. I would often comment: "You can go home now" as a way of complimenting him on a shot so good, that nothing else he would do that evening would top that shot. He was the only one I could count on to shoot pool with. I love the game and he loved the game. It was here that our friendship really flourished. It was here that I would learn of his periodical frustrations at work with computers that were supposed to work but didn't work, needing to do research at the public library, the anticipation and the rewards of getting a raise. I remember when he first got the job, he told me that his mother was finally happy that he got steady work. One main reason for getting the job was that he developed carpal tunnel in his elbow and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to play. But he did play. I once went to San Francisco to watch him play with Dave Bromberg. But I am getting astray from the pool stories. I mentioned that I played better than him. One problem is that when players are unevenly matched what you do is give a handicap. He wouldn't accept. Often in the middle of a match when the spread was too great he would take his cue and move a ball ... this is a foul. He did it as if a conductor was moving a baton. This was his way of signaling that we should start again. I tried to create some competitive edge by placing a small wager. He wouldn't hear of it. I finally twisted his arm (figuratively of course) to bet a quarter. He finally agreed. But I saw that his mood was glum and never did it again. What seems ironic, although consistent with his being "knowledgeable about anything and everything" is that in spite of the fact that I would beat him consistently (almost all the time) he nevertheless, with great spiritedness would give me advice on how I should have shot things differently. He would get on the table and reconstruct a shot and show me, but it never thwarted him that his version almost never worked.

I have more stories: his discussion about writing styles (I write in psychology and have asked him to help me edit my work ... he refused because it was too badly written),the time I asked him to stand guard in the street while I was pushing out a car ... he dropped his guard, the time he couldn't decide about buying a cue and cue case(when I told him I would buy it if he didn't, that broke the ice and he snatched it up and was happy ever since), but the idea is to show a side of Dick that most of you on this message board would not know anything about.

We are really writing to one-another. The more we write and the more we read the more real he becomes to all of us, and the better we feel that what we appreciated in him was appreciated by all of us. The worst part of it is that what will be missing is a spirit of Dick's that is within all of us that knew him and not so much the practical loss. What feels bad is that something has been wrenched out of us that we were/are not willing to give up.

It still hurts!
Subject: Memories of Dick

Kate Spencer
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Date Posted: 11:25:05 01/02/02 Wed

I first met Dick at Old Joe Clark in Cambridge. One of my fond memories of those days is of accidentally walking into one of the OJC bedrooms where Dick and a young lady were passionately necking. When I later apologized to Dick, he said in true gallant fashion, "Not a problem. I'm just glad there was something worth interrupting!"
I got to know him better in 1972 during a long and hilarious 16 hour road trip to Union Grove in Don Duncan's 60's Chevy.
After Dick moved to California, we lost touch until a joyous reunion at Namm at the Saga Booth in 1989. Dick spent the rest of our days at the show chaperoning my friend and me around Los Angeles, out to dinner and to his gigs at one of the Country Western dance halls where I learned to do the Texas Two Step.
Dick came East after that to my Memorial Day Parties; I was honored that he made the trip to visit and play music with his Old Joe Clark friends. I last saw him and Banjo Camp North last May; we had a long talk and promised to meet again next May. I loved him dearly. Here is his last letter to me; I share it with you because it is full of happiness, a little lonliness, and plans for the future.

Hey Kate,
I've been meaning to send you a note for a while, but I keep shutting down the computer. I almost did it again, but no more excuses. How are you doing? When I see the picture of the front of your store I feel like I'm there in spirit, and can smell that New England air that I miss so much. Mike Holmes invited me to banjo camp for 2002 to visit and jam, but it's later in May and I'll probably be back East around the first week in May, so I may have to miss it, but we'll see. I'm glad I don't have to go anywhere for a while. With e-mail I've been in touch with more people than I thought would remember me, and it's kind of nice to be just a "send" away. Dave Howard and Rod Roach have helped me out on bluegrass questions, I'm helping Jay Unger out on some fiddle tunes. Pat Sky, who I haven't spoken to since about 1974, has been tracking down some 19th century minstrel stuff for me. Small world. I looked at the pictures from the banjo camp web site the other day - that was great to see.
All the best, and I hope to see you soon.
Love, Dick
Subject: Great Guy

Samantha Burdick
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Date Posted: 09:48:32 01/02/02 Wed

Dick was a great guy all around. He taught me a lot of new methods about music and how to research it. I only worked with Dick for about 6 months, but as time went by I learned a lot from him. Everyone will miss him and his music.

Subject: Thank you for teaching me, Dick.

Chuck Burgess
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Date Posted: 20:05:37 01/01/02 Tue

Dick Fegy taught me to love what I loved most even more. Without a doubt, my life is better for just having known him.
Subject: Loss of a good friend

John Pearse
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Date Posted: 14:14:42 01/01/02 Tue

I guess that I must have known Dick for over twentyfive years, although it seems like he's always been in my life. I find it hard to imagine the rest of it without his warmth, his humour, his gentle suggestion of "...maybe it might be better if you tried an Ab7 with a suspended fourth..." when a tune just wouldn't go right.

He was someone whom I could always count on to raise my spirits after a hard day at the Anaheim NAMM Show - to restock my pun-chest with execrable, tortuous, magnificent strokes of linguistic genius - to re-inspire me to try, yet again, to really master the mandolin.
Where am I going to find a friend like that? Where are any of us going to find a friend like that?
Goodbye, old friend.
Linda and I miss you.
Subject: a remarkable fellow and musician

stacy phillips
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Date Posted: 21:58:48 12/31/01 Mon

I met Dick back in his high school days in Connecticut and was lucky enough to again spend some time with him a couple of years back when we both played a Bromberg gig on the East Coast.
A sweet natured man and great musician.
Stacy Phillips
Subject: R.I.P.

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Date Posted: 20:11:33 12/31/01 Mon

A sweet and incredibly talented man, you are and will be missed. R.I.P.

Mary Faith Rhoads-Lewis
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Date Posted: 11:03:36 12/31/01 Mon

I first met Dick during the period Neil Rossi was speaking about above...68-69. Old Joe's became the home away from home for many of us in the area then. Somewhere along the line Dick started using our strings and the next time I saw him was when he came to an Anaheim NAMM show. We'd have a chance to play a few tunes somewhere during the day! Or he'd take me somewhere we could listen to good players or where he was sitting in. He'd never leave without a bag of goodies to hold him over for a while. After that, we always had a date...once a year at least.

Last year, he stopped at our house during a trip East, and he got to meet my husband which delighted me. My husband first impressed me with his gentleness...and I finally realized that Dick was made from that same essence...I just didn't recognize it in the 60's.

Dick never tried to impress anyone with who he was or what recording he was doing or how good he could play or how much he knew. All he wanted to do was to play...and anyone who had the opportunity to play with him, knew what that felt like.

I had a friend who passed on between tunes while jamming with friends...he finished one and never started the next. I've also come to believe that the way we die is how we judge ourselves. And while it doesn't seem possible that that we won't be seeing him in Anaheim in 2 weeks, I am grateful to hear that Dick's passing was such a gentle one. It speaks one more time to his true nature.
Subject: A humble man

Chuck Stephens & Family, Sat. night Regulars
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Date Posted: 10:08:07 12/31/01 Mon

The most humble and talented man I ever met.To quote a Tom T. Hall song,"It could be that the Good Lord likes a little picken too".We'll all miss ya Dick.
Subject: Dick Fegi

Paul Arnoldi
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Date Posted: 15:24:46 12/30/01 Sun

the tunes he played made the party ring and everybody listened to the words, and sang with him.
when stressed, remember Fegi........................
Subject: The Woodshop

Richard Wedler
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Date Posted: 14:24:56 12/30/01 Sun

We've been jamming at my wood/cabinet shop for over twenty years now. We started out meeting on Wednesdays each week with five or six players who just wanted to play..for the pure joy of it...mostly acoustic instruments...guitars, banjos, dobros, fiddles...we've gone through phases that brought in keyboards, percussion, electricity... An amazing parade of musicians has passed though these sessions, some famous, some not, but all who have come share the same love of playing...the same joy and comeraderie of sitting with an ensemble of friends and conversing through laughter and music.
Six or seven years ago, someone invited, (I think it was Gurf Morlix), a mandolin player they thought might like our group and fit in comfortably. One Wednseday evening a quiet, bearded fellow walked in with several cases, sat down and fit as seamlessly into the mix as anyone ever has. No attitude, no issues, just music. Damn fine music.
Since that night, I don't believe Dick ever missed a Wednesday night. Whether he brought the mandolin, the banjo, the dobro or the guitar, the results were the consistently the same. Tasteful, playful and clean. It's very difficult to imagine what our jams will be like without this man's presence.
I shared many personal experiences with Dick as well, from Dodger games to guitar conventions to just dinner and pickin' as a duo. He was a friend in the true meaning of the concept. I've never met anyone who felt otherwise. Not long ago Cody Bryant described him as "the Volkswagon that pulls quietly up to the drag race with five hundred horsepower under the hood."
I, and I'm sure all who knew Dick Fegy will miss him greatly and have been blessed by knowing him. He'd want us to keep playing.
Subject: Aloha "Fege"

Dave Bourne
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Date Posted: 13:19:44 12/30/01 Sun

I was just about to call Dick to severely chastise him for missing our usual Christmas Day Musicale, when the e-mail arrived with the sad news. I knew Dick, not from bluegrass circles, but from the old circle of musicians that used to hang out at David Jackson's old place in Echo Park. We worked together on a few casuals and he also played with our western singing group, the Lobo Rangers, at the Autry Museum. As a vintage music buff myself, we swapped a lot of obscure info. relating to early ragtime, dixieland, cowboy and western music. He was an invaluable resource. My life has been enriched through knowing this gentle man.

Happy Trails Dick.

Dave Bourne
Subject: Dick had 'that tone'

Norman Plankey
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Date Posted: 05:07:19 12/30/01 Sun

I met Dick when Dave Howard brought him to a party in Bethany, CT a couple of summers ago. My friend Matt Cartsonis had emailed me as well, saying that Dick would be on the East Coast and we should get together: we tried very hard to get Matt to come out at the same time because Dick and Matt had been playing in CA, Dave and I play in CT (where Dick and Dave had originally played) and Matt and I played wherever we were (but mainly NY). Dave and Matt still have not met, save a brief encounter at Ray Alden's.

But Dick had 'that tone': Bluegrass players will know what I mean -- it's this classic sound that really defines and embodies the spirit of the music. It's elusive and hard-to-define, yet immeadiately recognizable. Playing with anyone who can summon that tone is always a thrill -- playing with Dick was extra special because of his serenity. We played 'Little Rock Getaway' that night and it really got me back into the tune. I have since kept it as part of my repetoire - thanks to Dick.

I wish I had that tone, though...

Subject: Fegy Forever

Matt Cartsonis
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Date Posted: 09:38:17 12/30/01 Sun

I first saw Dick Fegy when I was a sophomore in high school and the David Bromberg Band came to Phoenix. I had just started playing bluegrass guitar and mandolin, and I didn't have the musical experience to know just how great he was-- I was just blown away. Getting to know Dick as a musician that early was like being given a prewar D-28 to learn on-- as I became more of a musician, my appreciation of his depth, skill and restraint never stopped growing. It wasn't till about 20 years later and moving to LA that I got to meet him in person. In a HollyWorld where exteriors and interiors often don't have anything to do with each other, Dick Fegy was true, inside and out. We picked together, he often gave me musical historical advice, and I am selfishly tremendously regretful that I didn't spend even more time with him. He was, and is, my hero as a musician and a human being. I know that he knew this... and it makes me smile to think of how it made him squirm whenever I told him.

I'm sorry that we never got to hang out with the gang in Connecticut; we often talked about it.

He was one of a kind, and a great human being.
Subject: goodbye

alin cox
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Date Posted: 06:13:24 12/30/01 Sun

You will be missed. Rest in Peace.
Subject: One of the Best

Bob and Laurie McCarthy
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Date Posted: 04:20:35 12/30/01 Sun

I met Dick in Cambridge MA in 1970 at a bluegrass collective-commune called Old Joe Clarks. We were introduced by a dobro player, Rusty Strange, and since we both had an interest in bluegrass, we hit it off right away. Being a fledgling folkie at the time and often playing at places like Passims and college coffeehouses, Dick frequently accompanied me on those gigs. We didn't live too far from each other in Cambridge and got together to make music many many times. When we moved to NH in late 1974, he was the first person to come and visit us. I'm very glad I had a chance to speak with him recently. He was definitely one of the best musicians and nicest guys I've ever played with and I was glad to have told him that before he passed. We will miss him.

Bob McCarthy
Winnisquam, New Hampshire
Subject: Richard's Passing

Ron (one of the Saturday night regulars)
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Date Posted: 02:42:11 12/30/01 Sun

After reading everyone's notes, there's nothing I can add to say how much we all will miss him. Things will be less colorful now that he'll be absent. As long as we'll keep him in our hearts . . . he'll never be gone!!

Take care Dick,

Ron Martinez
Subject: Pictures of Dick way back when

Gary Worsham
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Date Posted: 00:59:26 12/30/01 Sun

I was just scanning some old concert photos I took years ago and found a collection of Bromberg Band shots. There is one there of Dick playing his Gibson mandolin. I have another that is not as good (but will post soon anyway) of him on 5-string banjo.

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I was surprised when Dick turned up on Frank Zappa's tune "We Are Not Alone" in 1984. He was incredibly talented. Condolences to his friends and colleagues.
Subject: Kind and Shy

Eleezeh Safarians
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Date Posted: 00:26:17 12/30/01 Sun

I saw Dick during my visits to LA and Saturday Nights at Vincenzo's. I Loved his picking and always sat at the table behind the band and admired his playing. I will never forget what he told me once during one of the bands breaks as I was reading my book, he walked up to me to grab a piece of pizza and said, " Are you really reading that book or are you trying to avoid conversation with everyone because you are at the same page you were last break". I cracked up and never brought my book to Vincenzo's again. He always sat at the band's table and kept me company since he knew I really did not know anyone and did not have the guts to talk to anyone.
I am very honored to have had the opportunity to hear him play. From now on I will bring my book along since he will not be there to keep me company.
Thanks for your music and thanks for keeping me company.
You will be missed.
Good Bye
Subject: Homage to Dick

Allen Feldman
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Date Posted: 22:31:26 12/29/01 Sat

I salute a gentle guy who played a genius guitar and mandolin, he was a core part of the Cambridge folk-scene making it one of my fondest memories. From one who used to session at Old Joe Clark's and the Plough and the Stars- 1970-74.
Subject: from a long time fan

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Date Posted: 19:27:47 12/29/01 Sat

I am sad to hear the news. Dick was an amazingly talented musician, and it is surprising that such a great player had a day job. He has long been one of my musical heroes.
Subject: Goodbye Dear Friend

Michael, Barbara & Katie Campbell
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Date Posted: 16:09:40 12/29/01 Sat

We are in shock and deeply saddened after learning about Dick's passing. We have enjoyed his friendship and beautiful music during the past few years. Dick's kindness to us and Katie will never be forgotten...and the sound of his sweet mandolin will be in our hearts forever. Goodbye Dick and God Bless.... (Sat.night at Vincenzo's will never be the same)

You will be missed!

Michael, Barbara, Katie Campbell
Subject: Goodby my friend...

Scott Micale
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Date Posted: 11:54:30 12/29/01 Sat

The Grateful Dudes are deeply saddened and shocked by the sudden loss of our good friend Dick. We were blessed to have had him in our band for the past several years. His masterful mandolin playing, sharp humor, and warm friendship will be missed by all of us.

He was a musical hero of mine. I had heard him on recordings years before knowing him personally. When he started playing with us, I felt so honored to be making music with a musician of his caliber. He was an inspiration to me and the guys in the band. When he stepped up to take a break it was like going on a wild ride. His great wit was even present in his playing with surprising interjections of incongruous snips of well known melodies which made us all do double-takes. I can't imagine being on stage, looking to my right, and not seeing him there. I'm proud to have been able to call him my friend. Goodby buddy.
Subject: Dick's passing

Fred Sokolow
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Date Posted: 09:42:27 12/29/01 Sat

I'm very sad to hear of Dick's passing. He was a great player and a very sweet guy, and very smart. I played a few gigs with him and always had an interesting conversation with him whenever we met. He was happy to find a line of work that allowed him to make good use of his love and knowledge of real good music. Boy, the state of pop music these days, we need more people like Fegey! He'll be missed.
Subject: Lyrics

John Koerber
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Date Posted: 19:07:16 12/28/01 Fri

Dick, when you feel like it, sit down at God's browser and point it at <a rel=nofollow target=_blank href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/forever.html,">http://bobdylan.com/songs/forever.html,</a> for some lyrics in your honor.

Subject: Words cannot express...

Colleen A. Moore (co-worker and fan)
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Date Posted: 18:09:18 12/28/01 Fri

Words will never be able to express the depth of our loss at your sudden departure from our lives.

If this were a play, I would have to say that you left us somewhere during the intermission. That we're all in shock is apparent by the fact that we're just standing here holding the curtain, as if we expect you to return any second to finish your lines. This wasn't supposed to be our final act together.

I'm going to miss our little talks after work about nothing in particular, and everything in general. Someone today referred to you as a Gentle Giant. How appropriate. It's rare that one so greatly talented, could be so humble.

You loved what you did, and did what you loved. Not many people can claim that. Someone once said, "Everyone dies, but not everyone truly lives". You lived a full and wonderful life. We could be happy, if we didn't feel so sad. Yours was truly a celebration of life.

Thanks for slicing the pears. From now on, I'll always think of you whenever I see a bartlett. It's a memory that I'll cherish forever. You will be missed, dear, sweet, Gentle Giant.

Anita, thank you for sharing some of your, "off the wall comments Dick would make", with us. My favorite one has to be when Dick said about the weather, "It was so windy, thought somebody gave God a leaf blower."

Need I say more?
Subject: Dick

Anita Hunsaker
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Date Posted: 15:22:00 12/28/01 Fri

It is has been an honor and a privilege to work everyday with Dick over the past 12 years here at Copyright Clearinghouse/MRI. He was just so special to me. I feel fortunate that I was able to see and hear him play. He would often share his stories of being on the road and of his experiences with other great talents. He had an amazing collection of instruments, old sheet music and other collectibles. Beautiful pool cues, pipe and cigar collections. He wrote great research articles for our company's newsletter.

I used to write down what I called "Dickisms". Funny, off the wall comments Dick would make. I wish I would have kept up with this list. Whenever he'd say something funny, he'd ask me if I was going to write it down. Anyway, here's a few. Enjoy.

Before the annual office holiday party… I asked Dick, "Are you going to the big shindig, the big bash tonight?" Dick replied, "No, but I'm going to the office party."

On seeing photos of our "gift exchange"… Dick remarked, "Looks like a bunch of hostages all being kept in a small room who got some presents from America for Christmas AND ten boxes of pizza."

About the weather, "It was so windy, thought somebody gave God a leaf blower."

I was yelling El Nino, El Nino! and Dick came in and said that he had a new name for that type of weather. It's called RAIN.

Watching me write down "Dickisms", he said "It's kind of like a tree falling in the forest. If Dick was funny and Anita didn't write it down, would it still be funny?"

I asked Dick, "What did you say it would take 2-3 hours to fix?" "My attitude" he'd say.

Question: "Is 'Three Blind Mice' PD? Yes, it would be - traditional English from around 1609. If there was a copyright the name would probably have to be changed to "3 Visually Challenged Small Rodents Of The Families Muridae And/Or Cricetidae."

Yesterday was just awful. When he still didn't show up for work, and he hadn't called me, I called the police and the fire department. A co-worker and I met them in Dick's apartment and our worst fears were realized. I didn't know that he was a diabetic. It appeared he passed peacefully in his sleep.

When he died, a library was surely lost.

I appreciated hearing from all his friends and listening while they shared their memories with me. It makes me feel better. Thank you all for caring and sharing.

I keep a picture of him by my desk. I'll always remember that teddy bear of a man with his civil war mustache and beard and that twinkle in his eye. I will miss him so very much.
Subject: We will also miss you

John & Kathy
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Date Posted: 15:21:45 12/28/01 Fri

We were also fortunate to have been at the Keswick this past May to see David and Dick on stage. We were sitting right below Dick in the pit, what a treat. Wish I could add some input or great little story about Fegy and the band but we were just fans who loved the music that David and the man in the plaid shirt made those two nights. Our return trip to Glenside next year will be a little sadder but know that he will be watching as the band does what it does best, make music and make people happy.

Subject: Goodbye Friend

Alex Ryan
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Date Posted: 15:03:33 12/28/01 Fri

We couldn't believe the news when we got it last night. We're still in shock. I met Dick backstage at the Keswick last May. Dick and my wife have known each other for years but since we're on opposite coasts they never met face to face until the Keswick shows. We were treated to a phenomenal show and we got to meet the band as guests of Dick. Before the holidays we talked about getting together again this Spring at the Keswick. Sadly, this will not happen.

I'm better for having met you. I just wish I got to know you better. My wife will miss working and talking with you. She will miss your humor, your kindness, and your friendship. We are keeping your friends, bandmates, and co-workers in our prayers. You will be missed.

Goodbye Friend,
Alex & Debbie
Subject: THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

Jeff Travitz
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Date Posted: 14:42:32 12/28/01 Fri

I'll miss seeing up on stage with David in May you always came to Please!!!!!!!!!!!!

Guess God needed someone to sit in with on some killer Blue Grass
Subject: As the years go passing by...

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Date Posted: 14:04:15 12/28/01 Fri

Farewell compadre. Here, you will be remembered sweetly.
Heaven has gained one Hell of a picker. God's speed, friend. gdave
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