Synchronicity

I’ve been thinking about my friend Paul a lot the past few days. Lots of little things have been happening that remind me of him. For example, as I started writing this update, Spotify started playing ‘Comfortably Numb’…. a song that the Dave Abbott Band often closed out the night with and one which Paul played so well.

Then somehow, pictures of Paul show up online and spark more memories.

Songs on the radio.

Dreams.

I miss that guy a lot.

I hung one of his bass guitars in our house; it’s in the living room right by the record player and other assorted music memorabilia – only a few feet from the TV so I will see it often. I use that bass as a reminder of the good times we had palying music together and why I became a musician in the first place: to have fun.

In looking through some photos I found one I really like (see below). It’s got three of the best friends I had in 2014 all in one photograph: Carol, Paul and Dave. Each had an important role in my life last year and I made sure (I think) that they know how important they are to me.

This gig keeps coming back to me.

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Carol. Paul. Dave.

More Synchronicity:
As I write this, I get a nice text from another great friend, Pam, who is also at the center of so many memories I have around Paul; her and I have a nice chat via text.

And now as I continue writing and ruminating, Dave Abbott shares a video on Facebook of the same gig from nearly the same angle as the photo I so enjoy. And the same people from the photo are all in the video as well- Carol, Dave and Paul. (see video here)

There was more to that day as well. For example, it was the day I found out that Paul and Pam had broken up. Paul was running late; Dave and I both called and left Paul voicemails checking to see that he was OK. It was the first time I met Carol’s fiancé. It was the first time that Carol met the band and saw us play. It was too hot to be shlepping gear outdoors. Tim ran sound for us. The alarm at the bank across the street went off for a good 10 minutes…. and nobody seemed to give a shit. Paul and I talked about how absolutely surrealistic it was to watch kids dancing while the band played “War Pigs”. One of the photos Carol took at that gig was later printed out and given to me as a Christmas gift. A little kid played Dave’s guitar.  Quite a few friends of ours came out and enjoyed the show. None of our family members showed up.

The synchronicity I’ve been experiencing is uncanny. Makes me wonder if it’s all coincidence or if there is a reason behind the things seemingly random things that happen.

Enjoy life, family and friends because nothing lasts forever.

More Synchronicity:
(and fuck me if one of my favorite Dave Abbott Band covers (“Born on the Bayou”) didn’t just start playing right as I was about to press the ‘Publish’ button! Synchronicity!!!)

 

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Comfortably Numb

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Not sure where to start with this one.

Have you ever looked at my Facebook profile – specifically the “About” portion that lists my workplaces?

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I sit on stage between Paul and Dave.

This is what I have had listed as my workplace for several years.

This is what I have had listed as my “workplace” for several years.

A certain bond is formed among musicians who truly connect on a musical level. It’s incredibly rare (at least in my experience) to truly feel at peace playing with a musician who I know and trust will always be there. I felt that musical kinship with my good friends, Paul Reynen and Dave Abbott.

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L-R: Dave Abbott, Andy King, Paul Reynen

Paul left this world over the weekend and the loss is slowly starting to sink in for me. If you understand the importance of the bass in a rock band, particularly a power trio, then you might have an inkling of my state of mind. And if you understand what it is like to play with a really, really talented bassist you know how epically bummed out I am right now.

Paul at Mt View Gig

Paul at Mt View Gig

Being a drummer, I always have a built in relationship with the bassist – whether I like the person or not because drums and bass go hand in hand. When the two lock in together both musically and personally, it’s like peanut butter and chocolate.

Dave doing whatever the fuck he wants while Andy and Paul hold it together.

Dave doing whatever the fuck he wants while Andy and Paul hold it together.

Over the past 25 years or so, Paul and I fell into our respective roles as a musical peanut butter cup: me – the peanut butter; Paul – the chocolate providing the solid outside shell that held the whole thing together. Even if we were pissed off at each other, the music was always consistent – all because the shell was holding it all together. Dave could solo all night and Paul would be right there, I-IV-V ad infinitum, unwavering.

Dave Solo

Dave Solo

As a musician I learned a lot from Paul over the years. The number one thing was that life isn’t a drum solo. The second thing was everything can be played slower than I ever imagined. If I’d speed up or play too many fills and get a nasty look from Paul. This happened quite often when I was first started playing with Paul. Over the years the nasty looks diminished as I matured as a musician – on some occasions I’d even get praise from Paul! Holy smokes! Wow! I had the opportunity to share with Paul that I felt some other bands I played with in the past played everything to fast and I had to ask them to slow down to which he said he simply laughed and said “So you’re the ‘Paul’ of the other bands! Ha!” He was proud to have trained me well in all things slow!

Andy and Paul w/DAB

Andy and Paul w/DAB

Paul had a rocky life with lots of ups and downs both personally and professionally. He was a cancer survivor among other things. He had a few challenging relationships. His job was a source of stress.

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He was emotionally disconnected from it all.

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Being disconnected was not a good thing for his mental health or for the mental health of those around him, but it allowed his musical performances to be rock solid and consistent. Whether he was angry or falling over laughing, the parts he played were always spot on.

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Paul – he loved to mainline Red Bull

Regardless of anything else going on around him, he was good at serving the music and making others sound good (just ask Dave!). Which is amazing considering (I have to be honest for a moment here) he was one of the most selfish people I’ve ever met.

Not even giving the courtesy of a reach around...

Not even giving the courtesy of a reach around…

Luckily for me I learned about his selfishness on our very first gig together. I had arrived at the gig early and Paul showed up a few minutes after me. Coming from a good upbringing and a solid background of healthy relationships with musicians up to that point (I was 19, by the way), I helped him unload his bass rig from his truck and help him get all is gear  inside. I then went out to my truck to get my drums and bring them in and naively asked Paul if he would help me as I had helped him. His response was something to the effect of “No can do. I’m already a jaded musician who knows better than to help others.” And thus began one of the weirdest relationships I’ve ever had with another human being. I genuinely liked this guy, but I wouldn’t be helping him with moving gear ever again. Ever. It’s a damn good thing he could play the bass so fucking well.

Paul at Mt View Gig

Paul at Mt View Gig

His selfishness ruined what could have been a huge win for him. I’m the guy in the band that always has a running truck, I’ve got a trailer, I have loaded and unloaded gear for pretty much every other musician I have worked with. I’ve let people store gear in my trailer, home and garage. I’ve cleaned up after musicians too drunk to remember to grab their guitar at the end of the night. Paul’s gear never had to ride home in the rain in his open bed truck if he had just acquiesced and been even the tiniest bit a team player off the stage.

Look carefully and you'll see Paul "helping" Dave set up the PA for a gig… (I kid, I kid)

Look carefully and you’ll see Paul “helping” Dave set up the PA for a gig…

But he served the music so goddamn well despite himself. He had the chops and personality to be a lead bassist and he certainly had the gear to overpower anyone else on the stage if he chose to – and yet he didn’t. There was something about music that got through his selfish barrier. He got “it”. He was the guy I wanted to be on stage with. He was the guy who never played a wrong note. He was the guy who had the ability to play so slooooooooow it hurt followed by a string of speedy riffs that would boggle the mind. He played it all extremely well and he only played what was needed, when it was needed. Incredible.

DAB - Paul and Dave up front

DAB – Paul and Dave up front

In the end, Paul, Dave and I had played so many gigs together we could start and stop on a dime, hear a single note and know what song Dave wanted to play next, give a nod and know instinctively to go to the bridge, or with a look in the middle of a guitar solo know that we will be dropping from a rocking straight ahead steam roller blaring away at fortissimo into an extra-lazy half-time-feel reggae pianissimo jaunt.

Dave, Andy, Paul

Dave, Andy, Paul

That kind of non-verbal communication is where Paul and I did our best bonding, where we had some of the closest moments of friendship. While I treasure those moments, I really wish we had had better deeper personal conversations so that I could really get to know my friend as well as he deserved to be known….

Mind meld in progress….

Mind meld in progress….

I am finding it really difficult to say goodbye to 20+ years of winks, nods, inside jokes, shared adventures, and camaraderie. Some of the absolute best laughs I have had in my life were a direct result of Paul. That guy’s sense of humor was appropriately congruent with mine as to make time spent together absolutely worth it – with the music being the icing on the cake.

This was in 2014; could have as easily been 1994. I was really hoping it would be us in 2034.

This was in 2014. Could have as easily been 1994; I was really hoping it would be us in 2034.

I really thought that the three of us would be playing the same old songs together for another 20 years. I wanted that. I was able to clearly envision it. “Stranglehold”. “War Pigs”. “La Grange”. “Too Rollin Stoned.” The music was a constant in my life. We’d get together for a few hours every few weeks and entertain some people in a bar. Easy as that. We never rehearsed – we just played gigs. For me, that is the perfect band. The selfish part of me wanted these musical moments to happen forever. I am blessed with the opportunity to play with many talented musicians but Paul on bass and Dave on guitar was my dream team. I used to turn down gigs Dave offered if Paul couldn’t make it. Paul was that important to me.

Goodnight

Goodnight

I am presenting a single side of a multifaceted person. I don’t scratch the surface here but I did want to say a few words out of respect for the person I knew for 20+ years. Obviously there is a lot more to say, some of it falttering to Paul, some of it not so much but, at least for me, the good far outweighed the bad and that is what I will spend my time reminiscing about.

Miss ya, dude.

This is a scene I will never have the pleasure of seeing ever again…..

This is a scene I will never have the pleasure of seeing again…..

 

Here’s a few pics – click any picture anywhere on this page to see it full size….