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Subject: Fegy Forever

Author:
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.

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