I gotta say I’m a little bummed right now. My buddy Bob just emailed me and he’s moving to L.A.. Marina Del Rey to be exact. Now, knowing Bob, that probably means South Gate, but hey, close enough.

So I’m stoked for him because him and his lady are going to have some great opportunities down there, and Bob’s a surfer so there just isn’t anyplace better to be. But at the same time I’m gonna miss his crazy antics, infectious personality, and mastery of beer consumption.

Bob and I met about 6 or 7 years or so ago. Wow, I didn’t even know it had been that long until I stopped to think about it. He was buddies with our bass player in Hard Times and so Bob would come up at the end of our gigs down at The Cellar and tear up a few songs with us. Soon after that he asked me to come sit in at a frat house party his band South of Shaw was playing. I showed up, and sat in on a few songs. He asked me to join the band a few days later. The next few years we would turn South of Shaw into a pretty darn good band. I started pushing our image with new logo designs, merchandise, websites, etc, and Bob got the gigs and was the voice of South of Shaw. We started writing together and found that we meshed really well, writing at least one full song every time we sat down together. Out of those sessions came the band’s second album, June, of which we sold hundreds of copies out of the back of Bob’s truck and played with some great bands like 30 Seconds to Mars and Angels & Airwaves. I left the band last year but Bob and I continued to hang out and I always got a kick out of his incredible energy, crazy sense of humor, and ever changing hair styles. Bob is truly one of a kind.

Bob, I’m gonna miss you bro! Just make sure you save me some floor space in your living room, so when I ride the bike down this summer, I’ll have a place to crash. Peace!