Friday, September 22, 2023
Repeating my Times Union post here, because I get to be first. Bruce was always a very special friend to me. My first-ever gig was playing with Bruce at a wine-and-cheese place (I’m dating myself, but we’re all friends here) called Toad in the Hole on Long Island. I’m pretty sure we were both underage. Playing guitar with Bruce was thrilling. He was my first musical mentor and one of the funniest people I ever knew.
When I would visit him up in Albany, I remember his distinct excitement over courting a new love. I thought: this woman must be special, and, boy, did my sense turn out to be right. (I’m talking about you, Sue.) Eric, I can’t imagine him being any prouder of you, or happier that he got to share his love of music with you. Generous, kind, and so damn quick on the draw with his wit. I’ll miss him. With love, Bob Scheffler
