Tommy was the bass player, vocalist and composer for a band we were in, the Wild Boys (from the William Burroughs novel). I was a guitarist and sang too, along with David Wiggins, who played harp and guitar. I am told we are still remembered in the East Lansing--Ann Arbor area, if only for our extreme volume. We played outside a dorm at Michigan State one time, and I was told that we could be clearly heard a mile away--behind us. But what we really had was energy, and Tommy had the most. It seems like ages ago on another planet, but for a while we all lived together at the Home for Wild Boys, a farm house in rural East Lansing. There was music, and a more or less party, at all times there. Tommy at the time was a lean man with a big bass, and he wrote a huge volume of songs, all of them good. Some highlights: we played the Pussy Cat club in Battle Creek, right after it stopped being a strip club, and there was no one in there but disappointed drunk high school athletic coaches; we played on the steps of Rackham Library in Ann Arbor right before, and during, a riot, complete with mustard gas; and we opened for Howling Wolf at the Ann Arbor blues festival. THE Howling Wolf. Those were crazy times, but Tommy was more focused than many of us were, and never lost track of the important issues, personal freedom and social fairness. I am sure it gave Tommy satisfaction to know that the thundering sound of the Wild Boys is still bouncing off the planets. You're a good man Tommy, and I miss you. Mike Lewis