I was in the super loud college rock ‘n’ roll band in the late 80s and Kirk was hosting the Clancy’s jam. We’d always go down there and play way too loud and Kirk would tell  us to  turn down.  Later, I got a chance to work with him with Tim Sullivan, then for several years  in Kirk’s Blues band.   Memories include hauling gear up the stairs at the  Pelicans Nest,  late night basement gigs at Scootin Blues, and a New years gig in Silverton at Pride of the West  before it burned down.  

Musicians tend to be an unruly undisciplined lot but Kirk was the exception to the rule. He was one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, but also with an extraordinarily keen sense of humor.  

Most of the time I worked with Kirk he was single and there always seemed to be a part of him searching for partnership.  He seemed to really reach his stride when he met Mary Jo, and I was so happy for him to have found that love in his life. 

One thing Kirk taught me is to live with passion. He loved his art and his pinstriping and his music and he’s been a real example on how one can make a living doing what they love. RIP blues man.  I’ll never let you go.