Sunday, January 6, 2008

Andrew Glackin 1963-2008

Drew Glackin, the most original lap steel player we have ever heard, one of the best friends we have ever had, and one of the most special humans this world was lucky enough to be treated to, passed away on January 5th 2008. He was unaware of an overactive thyroid condition that led to severe heart damage. Our thoughts are with his amazing family who has shown tremendous strength and love.

The world just got a little bit more boring without you Drew. Forty four years was not enough. We are all applauding, banging on the tables, demanding more. You made a difference, and we thank you so much for everything you brought us, who you helped make us to be. We hope to make you proud of the years we have ahead. We know how you'd like it to be. It's not like you were ever vague about what you wanted. Thank you so very very much Mr. Glackin sir. What an amazing time we had.

—Jack Grace


Elizabeth said...

i will miss drew's smile, wry sense of humor and insane sense of what was possible
love, elizabeth

JEF said...

I remeber Drew from back when he used to play at the Municipal Cafe in Hartford. He will be dearly missed.


Tim said...

I only met and spent time with Drew once (my best friend booked the Silos for a Pensacola show last year), but the impression he left was deep and powerful.

I've met my share of music lovers in my time. I've been able to surround myself (for the most part) with intelligent folk with a point of view and something to say. I've been lucky to hang around many freakishly talented musicians.

I have not, however, met many people with a combination of all those traits and have met no one quite like Drew who combined all of those in such a bright, positive, gracious and inclusive way.

He was obviously a smart, gifted person and music flowed out of him constantly, but he never seemed too impressed with himself; in our brief evening he was far more interested in what the rest of us (basically total strangers) thought and had to say.

Goodbye, Drew. You'll be missed.

Tim Bishop