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Tony Reedus

(9/22/1959 – 11/16/2008)

Tony Reedus

I first met Tony around 1993 when he called me up to play on his CD called Minor Thang. Needless to say I was honored, as I had been a fan of Reedus’ playing since hearing him with Woody Shaw’s band in the ’80s. From that day on, Tony always had my back, not only musically, but as a friend as well. Tony could come across as a little salty when you first met him, but once you got past the gruff exterior, he was a sweet cat underneath, with his own lingo. I’m going to miss hearing all his Reedy Reed-isms: “Rad-a-Risshus,” “He came at me in that key,” “That shit was not correct,” “That stuff was kind of tricky, Stryker”…

Now, along with his uncle, James Williams, we’ve lost a part of the New York jazz community. In one of the last e-mails I got from James right before he passed, he wrote, “You need to call Tony,” which meant he wanted us to keep playing together. We had a trio together the last five years with Jared Gold on organ, and we shared some great musical moments and laughs, although after one road trip across the Midwest, he said, “No more vans, Strike.”

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