In 1997 I fulfilled a childhood dream and finally moved to the
city of St. Louis. At the time I was spending most of my time
painting and didn’t know anyone in the city except for a few
skateboarders. Around the block from where I lived was
some rinky dink gallery and I got involved with them. Sure
enough in a few months the guy running the place had
disappeared along with money and all kinds of items that
belonged to a number of people including myself. That’s
when I decided to switch back to music and start a band.
Not knowing one musician in St. Louis, I convinced two friends
from my hometown of Jackson to move to St. Louis and play
music with me. It was from this decision that I met so many
The first time I saw her was at Frederick’s Music Lounge. I
had just moved in down the street and both Frederick’s and
Lemmons was in walking distance of the rented house.
During this time the band she was in, Nadine, were very
active and would play occasionally at Fred’s. Nadine was a
real band in every sense of the word, real recordings, real
CDs, real shows, real manager, real tours, the whole real thing.
I was very new to this scene and didn’t know a soul. I was
way too timid and shy to talk to any of the band members,
but that didn’t stop Anne from talking to me. From there we’d
bump into each at Fred’s, Lemmons, Way Out Club and Chris
Deckard’s studio, Radio Penny. The first show I played with
her was at Lemmons when they were having bands play in
the basement, she was filling in with Deckard’s band, Incorporated
and my goofy band was playing also. I still remember walking
to Lemmons from my house thinking, “Wow, playing a show
with Anne”.
After a while I gave up being in a band and went back to painting.
The first pieces I painted during this time was a series of musicians
who I had met while playing in bands. These musicians were not
only in bands I’d go see as a fan, but they were real people
who I had gotten to know, spend time with and love with all
my heart. The first batch of paintings included, Mark Stephens,
Fred Friction, Jason Hutto, Eric Hall, Chris Deckard and
of course Anne.
Our friendship blossomed when she started playing in a band
called Bad Folk. She played drums in this band, and Holy Shit
could she play the drums. I would talk to her about it and she’d
just kind of brush it off. The whole idea of Bad Folk was everyone
in the band was playing an instrument they didn’t normally play.
But Anne was so damn talented that you would think she was
drumming all her life. The band contacted me to do some
artwork for them and over the course of a couple years I hung
out and worked with them at every opportunity. Their last
album, which was never release, was to feature a painting I had
done specifically for them, but it was not to be. Despite the
album being so amazing, it was never released and the band
broke up. During that time I would hang out at Anne and Adam’s
apartment a lot just talking with them about it all, drinking beers
and generally enjoying their company. I never did understand
what the hell happened to that band, but out of that break, two
phenomenal bands developed, Union Electric and
the great Magic City.
After that time, our relationship was cemented and I just
assumed we’d always be friends until we were both old and
meeting up at the corner tavern. Dare I even say I took for
granted all the times I would see her? Each time we’d always
talk and catch up, have drinks, be goofy, be serious and end
with a big hug. The idea of actually seeing or bumping into
her somewhere was reason enough to get out of bed, she
always made everything better. She truly cared and was
authentic about it, and that’s not just with me, that was with
everyone. That’s how she treated everyone. One time at the
Heavy Anchor she off handily mentioned how she’d like to
jam sometime with me on drums, her on bass and Adam on
keys. After that I always threatened that I was going to show
up on her doorstep one day and take her up on her offer. It
was something I actually dreamed about, thought about all
the time. But of course life gets in the way of stuff like that.
She never flinched and said, “We’ll be waiting for you”.
The last time I saw her was in January. It was a Sunday night
and kind of late. I got a message from Jaime Lees saying
Hutto was in town and at Ryder’s. I wanted to see him so
I headed down there. Sure enough there was Hutto surrounded
by all these people, it’s always like that. So I grabbed a seat
at the end of the bar to wait for a break to say “hello”. Jaime
was there and we started talking and drinking. Then out of
the corner of my eye, I see someone waving at the other end
of the bar, it was Anne. She got up, walked down and sat
down next to me. We just picked right up from where we left
off the last time we saw each other. We ended up spending the
whole evening together and thankfully Jaime took some photos.
Photos I’ll cherish forever. I still can’t believe we’ll never see her again.