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Farewell: Jeff Golub


Jeff Golub at Greater Hartford Festival of Jazz, Photo by Marjorie Savoie
Jeff Golub (photo courtesy of Chapman & Col. Management)

It was funny: When he walked into the room, no matter what the situation, you felt like you were in the presence of a real rock star. He had the swagger, he had the big flop of perfectly unkempt blond hair, he wore the tight black jeans and the dark glasses-even at night. It always made me smile, because this effect he had on a room was accompanied by the most disarming affability and warmth. That was the beauty of Jeff Golub: He was a walking essay in contrast. He could tear it up like nobody’s business on guitar, with searing solos that cut you to the core, and then he could make you weep with one sustained note that he’d bend just so. The way he’d contort his body to accompany the riff he was playing, and those crazy facial expressions-that was a show in itself.

He was also one of the kindest human beings I ever had the pleasure of knowing. I am so grateful our lives connected. And I already miss him like crazy.

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