He was like an older guy to me then. We was into Zen Buddhism, jazz, painting and Esperanto. He had his own agenda. I was just in love with him, fascinated by him. I tried to turn him on into how much fun it was being in a band- electric guitars, lights, sweat, noise, energy.
Jazz is really was where it was at.
But we had this thing we shared and we got along really well. Years later, I ran into him. I had a motorcycle and I pulled into a White Castle and there was Rob. But he had grown his hair out. He had this nappy hair, like a black man.