The years went on and Jamie and I strayed a part a little bit. but it was always good to see him. He would give me any new music that he was working on at the time and never take any money from me, even when I shoved it in his hand. He would just drop it on the ground.
"We're friends, Greg. We don't need money between us"
The funny thing was that he wouldn't just give me one record, he would give me 5 or 6 and tell me to give them away to anyone who wanted it. Over the years, he probably gave me 20 copies of both BENT OUTTA SHAPE LP's and I've never held on to them because I gave them all away (As of 4 weeks ago, I now have my own copy of "Stray Dog Town". Thanks Naters!)
All the music he gave me was good...straight from the heart...Even when I didn't really like it that much, I could appreciate it because Jamie was giving it his all every time. I saw BENT OUTTA SHAPE play to almost no one in a basement in Indiana and they played the show as if it was a sold out crowd at Madison Square Gardens. Totally rockin', Totally devoid of ego or posturing.
There was one time that I stayed at his place in Brooklyn. It was late and I came home alone, trying to be quiet and sneaking under his loft to go to sleep. He peered over the side of the loft and told me to come up for a drink before bed. I said "I don't know, Jimbo. I'm kinda tired and already a little drunk"
He said "One drink. One record. That's all i ask. I never get to see you."
I crawled up in the loft, he handed me a tallcan of beer and put on "Tim" by the REPLACEMENTS. We had a nice long talk that covered everything from relationships to tour to future plans to the amazingness of the record we were listening to. As the last notes of "Here Comes a Regular" were fading out, we finished our beers as if on cue. Jamie leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "See...that wasn't so bad hanging out with your old friend, Jamie. Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning."
We lost touch more over the years. I heard some bad stories, I saw some bad things. Jamie apologized to me in the streets of Brooklyn about things that never happened between us. Ten seconds later, he was getting beaten up by one of his friends. I couldn't really handle it and I left.
The end of the story isn't the important part. It's too sad. Jamie isn't here anymore and we're left with all this music that is so hard to listen to now. All that heart, bravado, insecurity, longing and heartbreak spread out across some records, fading letters, torn photographs and decaying cassette tapes.I'm really glad I took that time to listen to "Tim" up in his loft. One last moment to say goodbye, even if I didn't know it was gonna be the last time.
R.I.P.BOSSY AND FRIENDS is a tape that Jamie slipped into my hands while hugging me at a show in Gainesville, FL. It showcased some new bands of his at the time (BOSSY, THE YOUNG MEN and TENDER WIZARDS) and some good friends of his. I hated BOSSY when I first heard them, but it has grown on me over time. The YOUNG MEN song on here is my favorite song they ever did. If anyone knows anything about UPHOLSTERY, please tell me. THE DIRTY LOOKS songs on here are also two of my favorite songs they ever did. This tape catches the Brooklyn punk scene at a good time, just before everything shit the bed. Enjoy. Don't let it bring you down.
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