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In Memorium: Barker Gee.
A spark-plug of a human being. I started getting inquiring emails from him at Adeline Records sometime in the early 2000s. "Rad! This kid's from Arkansas and he knows my cousin" I thought. What a name! I figured it was a punk name or alias. Barker Gee. I never forgot it. We first met in Little Rock one year when he came to see my band The Big Cats annual holiday show at Vinos. Wild-haired, wide-eyed and full of life. I immediately liked him. A few years flew by and lo and behold he'd moved to the East Bay too. I saw him around here and there. He was in too many bands to keep track of. I finally played a show with him with The Wet Spots and couldn't believe what a guitar player this guy was! They covered a Who song half-way joking and he was killing it! I mean enough to make Pete Townsend blush kinda killing it! All with ease. Like an afterthought. Turned out he'd studied at Berklee and was a total ringer... A fucking shredder. Yet, a true punk who'd never considered life any other way.
I wish I would've gotten to know him better. Being fellow southerners who'd gone west, I know we'd have had endless amounts of sorting out and discussions on the matter. I should've stayed and had a couple more slugs of bourbon with him in the parking lot last time I saw him. It sure hurts to know he's gone. To his family, all his good friends, Janelle Hessig, Richie Bucher, and so many more... I am so sorry for your loss.
This is the only photo I have of the 2 of us in the same room. So stoked (or "tickled pink" in Arkansan) he was at this show. Pinhead Gunpowder at Gilman.
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