Dedicated to a Brother
( A DJ Jeff
wristband, a soundings chart of Key West, and a guitar which represents music,
all things DJ Jeff)
The timing
just flat out sucked. There is no better way to say it and there is no candy-coat
to butter it up to make it better than it was. I got the news via text, from my friend Dani
Hoy. Earlier I saw an ominous post on Facebook from Christa, which pleaded for
prayers for him and her mother.
I was
running a gig with many people involved when I received the text from Dani “are
you available?”. I pretty much knew at that point, though you never want to
accept it. I tried to write back, but it was insanely busy at that point. I
wrote “Jeff” “did he pass?” when I
pushed the send, the answer already came in. Jeff had passed.
For me, the
news wasn’t entirely unsuspected. It was the timing that hurt as much as
anything else.
Jeff, Carol,
and I are good friends. There wasn’t much, regarding his condition that I was
not privy to. I always told him, regardless of what the predicted outcome might
be “Jeff, when we talk, we’re talking about the future. We’re not talking about
doom and gloom. We’re talking about the future and all that it holds regarding
the music. I know your situation, but if you are focused on living, let’s talk
about things that are live and happening. You’re already going to be addressing
your condition with everyone else. While naturally I’m interested and very
concerned about it, I don’t want to be on that bandwagon. I want to be the
escape from it, even if it’s for just a few minutes”
Jeff and I
did talk about his condition several times, the last being a few months ago,
where he informed me that he was terminal. We talked about it for maybe three
minutes. All that was needed to be said about it was. He mentioned that
basically the doctors had stopped treatment and now were focused on making him
comfortable. Jeff told me some things that were private regarding how it affected
him mentally, as well as physically. We both understood it to a “T”. I again
told him that I knew that so many good natured people would always be inquiring
about his health and therefore, my job was not
to bring up the subject. My conversations would consist of music, the radio
station, Key West, …ex. He appreciated that.
Jeff never
spoke on the radio that he was terminally ill. So, while the masses knew he had
pancreatic cancer, Jeff always put on a very brave fighting face and would let
folks know of his battle, he never let on that he was near the end. Never
looking for pity, but rather support for the fight against cancer cause. He was
a very brave and noble man for that.
There are
Trop Rock performers who have known Jeff for ten, fifteen years. I was
different. I met Jeff at the 2009 MOTM when he was DJing at, of all places, Garden
of Eden, a clothing optional bar on the roof of The Bull. The key word here of
course is “optional”. Jeff was not naked, nor was I, HA HA HA!
I had put
together a YouTube video several months earlier, based on a demo recording I
had of my song “Raise My Glass to the Upper 48”, which Jeff had seen and told
me he really liked! The song/video focused
on living in Key West and the Keys in general. I was so complemented in hearing
that, I can’t explain. The recording I used on it was not airworthy for radio
however. I knew that from the get-go, however Jeff mentioned that when I did
record it for a CD, he wanted it.
Somewhere
around that time Carol and Jeff became an item and they started Beachfront
Radio. Whenever they were in Key West, we’d always hang out. One evening was
particularly nice. The three of us just hung out at McConnell’s at a small
upright table, grabbed dinner and a few beers. It was one of those times that later,
often when we talked, we reflected on in fond retrospect. It was also funny
because this drunk guy kept coming to our table and striking up a conversation.
It was kind of funny/strange because I was playing there last evening, running
the open mic, and was talking to my friends while someone else was playing. I
was at that exact same table when I received the aforementioned text.
I knew it
was coming, so it wasn’t so much a shock then it was a major disappointment and
hurt. Damn. Jeff covered everything so
well, plus he did his last show the day before and was scheduled to leave for
the Keys. It was to be a sail through the Keys, from Key Largo, I believe. The
impact didn’t hit me right away. There was nothing I could do and I also had a
job to complete myself and it wasn’t even 8:30 yet. I’ve been in situations
like this before and candidly, I deal pretty well with them. As in the other previous
situations I would deal with this later.
Jeff is a
friend however. It wasn’t just a business relationship, or acquaintance. Both
he, Carol, and I shared things that were private information. There was a trust
and a bond. That’s a friendship. One, not a story that was private, but back
early on in our friendship he inquired about the possibilities of him coming to
Key West for the winter and shacking out at my place. Jeff is my friend.
However,
when I arrived home after the gig last night, was when I opened up the doors to
the emotion I had them closed for earlier in the evening. That’s when the pain
of losing a friend landed home.
When my CD, “Shanghai’d
and Marooned in Key West (things could be worse)” came out, Jeff was all over
it. He was ecstatic on the production of it. I also had super accolades from
Shelly Liebowitz, producer of Miles Davis, Dr. John, Ella…ex. The production and musicianship was second to
none. I’ll always be grateful to Dan Simpson (producer) and the 18 local
musicians who made the album what it was.
First and foremost,
Jeff LOVED Key West! I think that had a good bit to do with why Jeff liked it
so much. I didn’t scoot off to New York, Los Angeles, or Nashville and record
it with a bunch of studio musicians there. I recorded it at the San Carlos
Institute, right on Duval Street and also at Private Ear Studios, here in Key
West. Everyone on the CD lives here and they get it! They know the Key West vibe because they live it every day,
on top of being as good musicians as anywhere on earth.
Jeff was a
very sensitive and perceptive guy. He not only saw this, he felt it. This album represented
everything about the Keys that Jeff loved and I was touched that he saw it in
this light, because that was my goal. This album was designed to be feeding off
of the pulse of Key West and the Keys. Not everyone has the ability to see or
feel that. As a matter of fact, very few do. It's a musical variation of 'Reading between the lines'. Jeff picked up on that as soon as
he got the CD.
I was also a guest interview on his show several times and almost a year ago, I was a co-host when the show went live in Key West from the former T's Bistro. I've gotten a fair amount of broadcast time down here on Key West and I guess I have a knack for keeping it fun and the ball rolling. It was always a complete blast being on the show with Jeff and we always had great ratings (thanks Everyone!). The last time I was on, I think it was around the time of the Key West Songwriter's Festival which I was in, the station received the highest ratings to that date. It was always great chemistry with Jeff and myself on the air. Always a lot of fun and laughing. I'm going to miss that a lot.
I was also a guest interview on his show several times and almost a year ago, I was a co-host when the show went live in Key West from the former T's Bistro. I've gotten a fair amount of broadcast time down here on Key West and I guess I have a knack for keeping it fun and the ball rolling. It was always a complete blast being on the show with Jeff and we always had great ratings (thanks Everyone!). The last time I was on, I think it was around the time of the Key West Songwriter's Festival which I was in, the station received the highest ratings to that date. It was always great chemistry with Jeff and myself on the air. Always a lot of fun and laughing. I'm going to miss that a lot.
Another
thing that Jeff liked, was where I was coming from musically. Unlike most
Trop Rock musicians, I was entering the genre from an entirely different
perspective and angle. Back in the 12” vinyl days I had hundreds of records. Of
those hundreds of records, which ranged from The Allman Brothers, to Frank
Zappa, from Charles Mingus to Pink Floyd, to Stephan Grappelli…I had one… one
Jimmy Buffett record “Son of the Son Of a Sailor”, which I really loved. But
that’s all I had. I remember being on stage over at Smokin Tuna in a big jam of
Trop Rockers playing a Jimmy Buffett song with them, when they pointed to me to
sing the next verse. I kept playing my guitar and shook my head no. The reason?
I didn’t know all the words!
So, I came
into the Trop Rock scene with an entirely different outlook and perspective.
Different grooves and using chords that really weren’t used so much in the
genre. Chords like a C6/9, G7#9, Em+9, or a A13. Jeff liked this and he played
the hell out of my CD, for which I’m eternally grateful and honored.
Jeff may not
have made it to Key West for MOTM this year, but more importantly, he did make
it to California and back to the woman he loved more than anything in the
world. It almost didn’t happen. Jeff was rushed to the hospital shortly before
he left to go back to California. It had us all concerned. However, God gave
him the extra time to get out to Carol, spend some time with her and then, he
passed in her arms with his step-daughter there as well. We all are going to go
at one point or another, but Jeff was truly blessed to go like this.
(Jeff and I
at Koz’s Green World Gallery for the Ya Mon cruise. Photo by Tammy Hollander)
All of my
shows at MOTM, The Open Mic at McConnell’s on Wednesday evening, The Tropical
Songwriters in Paradise on Thursday (noon to 8), and the Sunday Afternoon Chill Dockside at
Sunset Tiki (Noon to 5), will be dedicated to a brother, DJ Jeff Allen. As a
matter of fact the Sunday show at Sunset Tiki I’m changing the format. Any
players that want to a song for Jeff, please stop by, plug in, and let it Trop Rock for Jeff.
Again, first
and foremost, Jeff and I are friends. Often I'd send him pictures from his favorite island. I know that made him smile. I was just keeping him in the loop. I also used to send him songs that I was
working on. I’d record it on my iPhone’s voice memos and send it to him as a
message. He was always very curious about them, but never critiqued them at
all. The last one I sent him was one that I was going to write with Ryan and
Andy from Homemade Wine. I sent Jeff what I had to that point and he was
excited to hear the rest. It’s still incomplete, but when it’s done, I won’t
need to send it to his phone for him to hear it. He’ll be right here.
Godspeed
Jeff it was an honor having you as a friend. Thank you.
“Key West
Chris” Rehm