RIP Jeff Burke -- I am so sad to see you leave us. We are bassoonless.
Jeff Burke was a beautiful soul, a true original, and giant among us. I mean, he played the bassoon and Theremin! I remember asking Bob Wiseman: "Do you know any bassoon players in town?" ...and the rest is a rich history. I'm forever grateful to Bob for helping forge that connection, and to Jeff for every musical adventure we had together. I cherish each of them.
When the Sun Ra Arkestra came to Toronto, Jeff quickly put on the space smock and joined the band. They tried to abduct him back to live with them in their interstellar jazz house. Jeff was honoured to be asked, as you could imagine. But he stayed in Toronto, wanting to be close to his daughter Seren, his family, his partner Juliann, and of course, the community of musicians that he knew and loved. That was JB.
He was famously late for gigs, but I quickly realized that the art of booking Jeff was one of deep anticipation. Who gives a shit about time, the downbeat, the venue, or the gig, even? The excitement of when he'd eventually arrive through those doors, with his giant duffle bag of tricks, his slightly broken glasses, dangling together with a piece of piano wire -- a true magician. In the end, Jeff was never really late, as Gandalf reminds us: "A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to". He was a beautiful man and always added such joy to any stage or space that we ever shared.
He once played all of Master of Puppets on the bassoon at The Brampton Indie Arts Festival, and of course, when I arranged Rush "A Farewell to Kings", his bassoon loomed large. Of course, he's the very first episode of my podcast, Industry Tactics. He's a dear friend, who I will hold with me, as I move forward both on and off the stage.
In 2008, The Lollipop People lived together for a week in Montreal when we were presenting The Friendly Rich Show. It was so special being in Jeff's orbit; he'd stay up all night talking on the phone, or re-reading some Dan Brown novel he had already read. Jeff squeezed the most out of life, and when he hugged you, that was an instrumental part of the squeezing. His epic hugs would last forever, and I wish I could have one more. I know so many of us in this city love Jeff Burke and are so thankful to have known him. He will never be forgotten, legendary busker, creative musician, caring father, sci-fi lover, gentle human.
Safe passage, fellow dreamer.