August 12 1979 - February 22 2006
Wes use to come over to our place back in the day and we'd all sing and jam. I sang with Wes and some other guys, (you know who you are), at the Green Room about 6 years ago and Wes was probably the only one in the group who had it together. I hadn't intended to sing with them but some of the guys in the group were f#@king things up really bad and the crowd wasn't pleased. At the last minute one of the guys asked me to sing, which was kinda scary since we hadn't practiced anything together and these guys were all on a different page. We did Glory Box by Portishead. It started out a bit rough, but it actually turned out ok. We recorded it from the back of the auditorium with some really crappy equipment and it sounds like shit, but at least we've got it! We also have a recording of a song written and performed by Wes, which some of you may have heard before, called " 11 Inch Penis"
Wes came to our store almost every day for the last 4 or 5 years to ask if Jim needed him to grab him a coffee, or cigarettes, or go get some change. Usually this service was performed in exchange for a smoke or a pop or something trivial, but Wes would never have demanded anything in return.
After the funeral, while discussing Wes with a good friend of mine, she commented that Wes was like a mirror, when people presented him with good thoughts and ideas, he would react with good thoughts and ideas, and on the other hand he was often led astray by his trust in some people with less than pure intentions. In other words, you got back what you put into Wes. I thought it was an accurate analogy.
We'll miss you Wes, you were one of the good ones!