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2 SOUND WAVES www.swaves.com Music Notes ............Pg. 6 Tom T. Hall ..............Pg. 9 Band Dates ...........Pg. 10 SEPTEMBER 2021 Cover Story ...........Pg. 12 VOLUME 31, NUMBER 9 Editor Gramma’s Attic .....Pg. 16 David L. Pottie Contributing Writers Local Beat .............Pg. 18 Bill Harriman Mark T. Gould Paul Cotton ...........Pg. 19 Rex Rutkoski Andrew Kerbs Bar Fly Journals ...Pg. 22 Ali Kaufman Tom Matthew Don Everly .............Pg.25 Stephanie Shawn Jon Persson Hearing Aid ...........Pg. 26 Dot Ames Adrian Webb Dining Out ............Pg. 28 Nic Hall Nanci Griffith ........Pg. 31 Advertising Sales Kathy Pollard Classified ..............Pg. 34 860-572-5738 Email [email protected] Dear Readers, SOUND WAVES is a Another big issue with many articles about musicians. But the sad thing monthly publication is that most are all tributes to those Send all inquires, we lost last month. We have been los- editorial submissions & ing too many great musicians lately. It subscription request to seems that every month there is a trib- ute article. Sad, but there is one hell of a good jam session going up there right SOUND WAVES now! They will forever live through MAGAZINE their music. R.I.P. P.O. Box 710 So check out this month’s edition and Old Mystic, CT 06372 be sure to tell the advertisers that you saw their ad here. The magazine has re- Find Us On mained a free publication for 31 years because of them! - Facebook - And get vaccinated! - Instagram - Till Next Month David Pottie ~ Publisher - Twitter - www.swaves.com SOUND WAVES 3 4 SOUND WAVES www.swaves.com www.swaves.com SOUND WAVES 5 Plans were finalized that he would stop over a few days later. As we started to hang up, I asked him his name. “Anthony,” he said. “But everybody calls me ‘Ant.’” For him, as I found out as I got to know “Ant” him, the shorthand was perfect. By Mark T. Gould Ant. “May God bless and keep you always Just, only, and oh so right, Ant. May your wishes all come true Now, you have to understand that, to- May you always do for others day, I would probably do a deep-dive And let others do for you Internet search on the guy before I talk- May you build a ladder to the stars ed to him, or, God forbid, even consid- And climb on every rung ered letting him into our house. May you stay forever young” But, at that time, Bill Gates and his brethren had yet to do their thing, so I To quote his idol, it was a simple twist was at the mercy of whoever showed up of fate. at my door. It seemed, well, simple enough, but we The night came. As weird as it sounds both messed it up. now having known him for so long, And, I, for one, was and am so glad I was a bit concerned about a total that we did. stranger coming to our house. My wife As my memory serves, it was in the wasn’t that thrilled about it, either. mid 90s, and I just begun my hobby Oops. I guess I hadn’t been clear We needn’t have worried. (ok, my obsession) with collecting live enough. There wasn’t a single Dylan The doorbell rang, and I opened the concert music tapes. show to trade in my, then, miniscule door. Someone suggested that I put an ad collection. So, I had posted the ad Standing on my steps was a relatively in Relix Magazine, which catered to wrongly, and, it seemed, he had inter- small guy, but with the biggest beard, those of us old enough to remember preted it wrongly. the biggest smile, and the biggest twin- the glory days, seeking to trade tapes. No worries. Once we got literally on kle in his eyes that I have ever seen. At the time, I had nary a handful, and the same page (or, at least on the same “Hey, you (there it was again),” he said, was looking for any way to expand my telephone line), we began to chat a bit. chuckling, “how you doing?” collection. He told me that he had was a huge I immediately asked him in. I don’t remember the details, but the Dylan fan (I soon found out just how My wife looked up from our family ad read something like “Looking for huge), and had amassed a boatload of room. concert tapes, Poco, The Band, Little shows. He also mentioned some other “Hey, you,” he said to her, again with Feat, Dylan, others.” artists he liked, but it was clear that, in that glorious smile and twinkling eyes, Dylan. That’s what caught his eye. my mind, Dylan was far and away his “I’m Ant.” Being still a few years away from cell favorite. She smiled back. phones, I put my home land line num- Alas, much like the Little Drummer He had that effect on people. ber in the ad. A week or so later, the Boy, I told him that I had nothing to We walked into our kitchen, and he phone rang. give him. put a ginormous bag of tapes on our With caller id still a dream away, I an- We chatted a little more. I mean, I island. swered the cold call. didn’t know the guy from Adam, but “These are for you, you,” he said. “I there was something in that friendly hope you like them.” “May you grow up to be righteous voice that was so soothing and so right. May you grow up to be true Finally, he had to go, but before he “May your hands always be busy May you always know the truth hung up, he made a very generous offer May your feet always be swift And see the lights surrounding you (that later I found was pretty much the May you have a strong foundation May you always be courageous essence of him). When the winds of changes shift” Stand upright and be strong “Hey, you (there was that ‘you’ again),” May you stay forever young” he said, “how about I made you copies Believe me, I liked them, but I loved of some of my shows, and when you get Ant. With that, I heard his very sweet, calm, some shows from other traders, you can That telephone call and that get togeth- quiet voice for the first time. make some for me. I can bring them to er, knotting a mutual bond over music, “Hey, you (a phrase I would soon get your house whenever you want.” was the beginning of a glorious friend- very used to hearing), I read that you It was one of the best deals that I ever ship that last over almost 30 years, until have some Dylan tapes to trade.” made. he passed away in late July. 6 SOUND WAVES www.swaves.com I can’t tell you how many times he was, and how he treated people, that I came over to our house, asked “hey, admired the most about him. you, how are you doing?,” smiled that Ant was, by leaps and bounds, the most smile, laughed that laugh, twinkled honest, forthright and straight-forward those eyes, and just was his own calm- person that I have ever met. ing influence over everything. In a society so lacking, his word was his And, while it was and is the essence of bond. both of us, it wasn’t just about music, One incredible story illustrates that for and certainly not just about Dylan, that me. bound us together as friends. Ant and his family were the third-gen- When he stopped over at our house eration owners of Columbus Auto Body that first night, I noticed (I mean, it was in New Haven. The first time I went hard not to notice) that he had a well- there, I was drawn to the old, gnarled worn Yankees hat on his head. pictures of his grandfather and his fa- I mentioned that I was, ahem, a big ther on the wall, their legacy watching fan. over and permeating the business. I got that smile and laugh again. Believe me, I thought at the time, they Now, we had something else to bond must be so proud of what Ant and his over. It turned out that he and his fam- family did for others there, especially ily had season tickets at Yankee Sta- the way he treated people. dium, where he treated me to several Suitably impressed, when I was still a regular-season and playoff games, even practicing lawyer, I would send clients introducing me to Derek Jeter’s parents, to him for property damage estimates. who sat nearby. On this one occasion, I had to discuss And, he never let me pay a dime for a property damage claim with an insur- the tickets. ance company. The adjuster wasn’t even But, it wasn’t just about music and the from Connecticut. Yankees. I faxed him the estimate, which I had It was about the kind of person Ant watched Ant painstakingly create while www.swaves.com SOUND WAVES 7 examining each and every nook and was very little chance that I could repay same way: cranny of my client’s car, alternatingly him. And, reflecting his personality and “You, you doing (gonna be) OK, you?” firing off questions about this dink and his soul, he never asked. With that same smile, twinkle, and that scrape, while scribbling notes on a But, I tried.