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By JSS

February 22, 2009 5:40 PM | Link to this

I worked next to Paul for five years at Colling’s Guitars. I learned more from him about guitar playing and music in that five years than I had my entire life. He was truly a master player. He played on three of my wife’s records and whenever she started a new project, it was always just a given that he would be on it. He was quiet, thoughtful and introspective and working with him made the drudgery go by that much quicker. My only regret is that I didn’t go see him before he passed. Farewell, my friend..

By IK

February 22, 2009 7:24 PM | Link to this

I have known Paul and his lovely wife, and awesome son since around 2003. I met them through friends and instantly connected with Paul because he was a huge animal lover. Paul could talk forever about his adorable dogs, Baby and Betty and their sweet (and sly) cat Tony. We will miss you Paul and I know you are somewhere beautiful….. with Stormey and Luna at your side.

By todd v wolfson

February 22, 2009 7:52 PM | Link to this

i loved his humor and his honesty. i wish i had known him better. he always made me smile.

By Mandy Mercier

February 22, 2009 8:29 PM | Link to this

Paul was already my friend when Champ Hood, with whom I worked most often, passed away in 2001. Paul immediately called me to say he would play guitar with me anywhere, anytime. And he did, for the next 6 years, in town and out of town, even after he became ill, until he was no longer able to. Paul was brilliant, literate and one of the most stunning musicians I have ever worked with, or heard for that matter. That feeling was seconded by all the musicians who worked with us as a band, and by those lucky enough to be in Paul’s audiences on all his projects. At our duo gigs, Paul really had room to “stretch out” and explore musical directions and he did so with amazing imagination and grace. Paul also called his friends regularly just to remind them they were loved. I hope he knew how much he was loved in return by each of us, and surely by his beautiful wife Annie and lovely son, Jess. I was thinking about Paul all day today; now I know why. Thank you, my friend (as Danny Young would say), RIP.

By James

February 22, 2009 9:02 PM | Link to this

I saw Paul play for the last time at the Danny Roy Young memorial bash at the Austin Music Hall. Paul was a truly great player.

By Whit

February 22, 2009 9:33 PM | Link to this

I am so sorry to hear of Paul’s passing. I was the road manager for the Mondo Hotpants Orchestra in 1977 when Paul started with Cornell. When I moved to San Jose to live in the El Rauncho office Paul would worry about me and would bring me stuff to eat and box of comic books to while away my time. It was like I had an older brother. Though I haven’t seen him in years and had no idea that he was sick, I still thought of him often and fondly. Adios muy amigo

By Michele Murphy

February 23, 2009 1:27 AM | Link to this

When I recorded Paul on my CD Once A Night, I whispered to the engineer, ‘record all his first takes’. After the first passthrough on Studebaker, Paul pulled off the headphones and said ‘Can I have some guitar in the mix?’. I said, ‘Sure, on the next song; I’m keeping that’….He just laughed a little and said, ‘You aren’t very hard to please….’ It remains my favorite track -a flaming solo from a fiery soul. You go, Paul. I’ll never forget you.

By Ralph Power

February 23, 2009 10:39 AM | Link to this

Paul was a great friend and a truly great musician to work with. And those guitar solos! You never knew what he was going to play but you did know it would be fantastic! Love You Paul..

By Machelle Dunlop

February 23, 2009 10:49 AM | Link to this

These are the hard stories to write. The dark shadows that can make the rest of the picture beautiful. “Telecaster twangmaster” - appropriate. Sorry to read this, but thanks Michael… -photo girl

By Andrew Nafziger

February 23, 2009 11:00 AM | Link to this

Paul was the first guitar player I saw when I moved to Austin. Growing up as a teenager in Oregon I didn’t realize how cool country music was but after listening to him play I sure understood. He would of course never call himself a country player, and he wasn’t. He could play anything and it always sounded like Paul. I learned a lot from listening to him and playing with him. Thank you Paul.

By Debra Hurd

February 23, 2009 11:28 AM | Link to this

Playing with Paul was always fun and exciting. He was a true artistic musician, always learning something new. Thinking outside the box, keeping the music fresh and creative (He loved Monk). He always knew what to play and when for the most effect. He enjoyed learning from all genres. I admired him. Nothing boring about Paul. He was a most wonderful person and got excited about the simple things. A one of a kind person with integrity,intelligence, and much humor. He has been very good and a friend to my boys as they are guitar players also. Thanks Paul and much love, Debra

By Libbi Bosworth

February 23, 2009 12:09 PM | Link to this

Paul was a truly gifted human being in every sense of the word. I had the pleasure of playing with him in a band and Paul taught me to fly by the seat of my pants and enjoy the craziness of music. He truly loved music and was a musician’s musician. The best guitar player I’ve ever heard, he was very humble about his playing. He never took himself too seriously and I learned that from him as well. I am very sad about his passing and send good thoughts to his family and friends. Godspeed, Paul.

By JL

February 23, 2009 12:25 PM | Link to this

One of Austin’s greats. Glad to see him getting the credit he deserves.

By Ann Roeber

February 23, 2009 1:24 PM | Link to this

How can I express the feeling of loss for a friend of over 30 years. He was truly one of a kind. I loved him for his good humor, his talent, his free spirit, and his never ending friendship. For that I will always be grateful and I am better for having known him and his family. Peace be with you Paul. Love to Anne, Jess and the rest of his family and friends. He will truly be missed.

By Stuart Spector

February 23, 2009 1:52 PM | Link to this

I will always miss Paul. I first met him when he worked on 48th St. doing guitar repair. He had a beat up guitar over the bench on some hooks. When I asked what it was for, he pulled it down and dropped a hammer on it, then drilled a hole through it. “Get’s that stuff out of my system before I start.” God Bless him, what a sweet guy and a great player. Use heavy strings, he would like it that way.

By John Reiser

February 23, 2009 2:41 PM | Link to this

The cancer won, as it too often does, but it never beat a braver, more determined opponent than Paul was over the past 2 years. He wasn’t close to outliving his usefulness to the son he loved so nor his welcome from the rest of us. In addition to being a virtuoso picker, he was an occasional Lead Vocalist and I’ll always laugh out loud listening to him singing with Cornell on their classic recording of their joint composition—the haunting “Brother, It’s All Lunchmeat to Me.”

Austin is richer for his years here, as are his friends for having known him. Adios, Paul.

By Steve

February 23, 2009 3:07 PM | Link to this

Bummer. I did my first recording session with Paul in July 1991 and recall one particular song with the line, “Well I like the Andy Griffith Show”. Without prompting, Paul snuck the Mayberry RFD theme right into the two bars before the next line, and we all fell about laughing at how perfect that little riff was to the song. RIP, my friend.

By John Sieger

February 23, 2009 4:54 PM | Link to this

I met Paul through Libbi Bosworth and Randy Glines. Seem to remember being on a stage with him when I gigged with Libbi and seriously considering giving up guitar. This may or may not have happened, because every time I came to Austin, there was some amount of beer involved. I did have the chance to hear him play a few times and thoroughly enjoyed his work with Cornell. Austin is lucky to have had him, a standout among that city’s greats and from everything I heard, a wonderful guy. Rest in peace, musical brother.

By Bob Stafford

February 23, 2009 5:18 PM | Link to this

Paul was an unknown mentor for me…he didn’t know. But I suspect I’m not the only student of his out there. I feel fortunate to have gotten to perform with such a master through the years. He would lean over to me and mutter “simple tricks”, and send our heads spinning with his axe. Thanks, Paul. Adios.

By Thom Alexander

February 23, 2009 5:56 PM | Link to this

When you grow up with a guy, and live with him you get to see a lot of warts. Paul deifnately had a few , but he was also a man who I have been lucky to call a brother a well as a rival. Very few of us knew “Pabby, Jr.” like those who understand the moniker. (Cornell, Roeber, Yamashiro, myself included)

When all is said and done, I will miss PM more than I can ever begin to say.

PS. Annie, I hope I did the right thing by intruducing you to Paul.

LOl Thom Alexander

By tomas ramirez

February 23, 2009 7:47 PM | Link to this

goodbye, paul. i’ll miss you.

By Tommy Taylor

February 23, 2009 7:56 PM | Link to this

Bummer….I had the great pleasure of working with Paul on gigs with Mandy Mercier….I was always thrilled to hear that Paul would be covering the guitar slot when I would ask Mandy who was on a date…the guy…was just plain genius…and I’ve played with a bunch of ‘em…probably the only guy I ever worked with that might show up with a Rickenbacker 12 string and fuzz face for a blues gig…and make it work…like that is how it was supposed to be done….His solo work was astoundingly original and it was always exciting when the lead break would come around cause you never knew what was gonna come out of him. I really cherish the gigs we were able to do together….RIP Paul….my mind has been totally psychedelicized….

By Denise

February 23, 2009 10:28 PM | Link to this

I remember Paul fondly from his early San Jose days hanging out at Jolly Ox rehearsals and gigs. He was a bit shy and quiet, but very funny when he got around to saying something. I also remember what a talented musician he was even then. Thanks for sharing, Paul. My prayers go with you and your family.

By Bill Webb

February 23, 2009 10:54 PM | Link to this

Paul would come by our shop sometimes during his chemo treatments; he said it was part of his therapy. I was honored and humbled. His was the soul of a true musician. One day as I was working he came by to say hello, Beethovens 9th was playing and he said he liked to listen to it at least once a year to “cleanse the neurons”. Soon after he gave me a Motorhead tour jacket, and we had a great conversation about Lemmy, CBGB’S and European history. Watching him play, well you never knew what you’d get. Uplifting or irreverant, sometimes in the same break, he spoke to your heart with his strings. Heaven welcome our beloved brother in music…..

By j j targarona barrera

February 23, 2009 11:39 PM | Link to this

no doubt, we are all going to miss you amigo

By Jean Caffeine

February 24, 2009 9:39 AM | Link to this

I have been lucky to have been a friend of the Skelton family for many years and my heart goes out to Annie and Jess. We would get together for Jewish holidays and the like. Paul and I would always gravitate to one another to tell our “war stories” from the New York days. My favorite story of his was when he got assigned to bring a guitar to Keith Richard’s backstage. He loved to tell that story and I loved to hear it. I wish I could hear him tell it one more time.

Love, Jean

By Alissa

February 24, 2009 9:48 AM | Link to this

I worked with Paul a decade ago. What an amazing man. Paul consistently surprised me..his subtle humor, his quiet compassion, his brute protection…all by saying very little. His talent on the guitar was only surpassed by his love for his family. It was a pleasure to know him and he will be greatly missed. My prayers will continue for his family in this difficult time.

By Cheryl Aiona

February 24, 2009 12:50 PM | Link to this

I have known Paul since 1970/71 when we were young in California. I had the honor of singing in a couple of bands with him. He was an amazing talent and a wonderful friend. Aloha my friend. My love & Aloha to Anni & Jess. Cheryl

By Rick Yamashiro

February 24, 2009 3:34 PM | Link to this

I met Paul during our senior year in high school. Paul had recently returned to California after having spent a year on Maui, and had brought back a huge record collection which opened a portal to an incredibly eclectic array of musical influences to me. Within a few months of knowing Paul, i had been exposed to Renaissance music, Pete Seeger, Charlie Mingus, Aaron Copland, Albert King, Herbie Mann, Earl Scruggs, Bert Jansch, John Renbourn and Pentangle, Ornette Coleman, Smetana, the Allman Brothers, Captain Beefheart a slew of numerous and varied talents and genres which i eventually incorporated into my own musical references.

After graduating, we played in several bands together, with ridiculous names like The Confused Alligator and The Donuts, simply because Paul had an aversion to the pompous, overblown trappings of your garden variety rock star of the times.

Paul had a low threshold of tolerance for pretentiousness and overthinking things and would always let you know how he felt whether you invited his opinion or not. More often than as not, however, Paul’s opinion was always valued and held in the highest regard by friends and peers.

When my mom died unexpectedly in 1975, Paul stood by my side throughout the entire ordeal and quietly offered me his support and friendship during one of the roughest times of my life.

While we were struggling musicians, Paul came up with the income-generating scheme of idea of forming a mail-order religion, since at the time it seemed everybody was jumping on some kind of self-discovery bandwagon. His marketing name for this path to enlightenment was “Zen Cuckoo-ism”. The plan was to have seekers send us large amounts of money and we would in turn simply send them back a hand-held mirror. Although we never officially launched the “religion”, Paul’s innate ability to cut through **** and get directly to the heart of a matter made him a true Zen Cuckoo master, although i know he would kick my *** for saying this and adamantly disavow any title or association of this sort.

This is a mere snapshot of the many memories i have of my friend Paul and his brilliant, cantankerous spirit. Underneath his sometimes difficult, eccentric zen curmudgeon demeanor, beat an immense, compassionate heart. i choose to remember him as my fallen musical brother-in-arms, who has now moved beyond physical suffering into peaceful stillness.

Mahalo and Aloha Nui Loa, my dear friend.

Rick Eiro Yamashiro www.rickyamashiro.com

By R Fliegler

February 24, 2009 3:51 PM | Link to this

Saul Gellman……

By victor salazar

February 24, 2009 5:32 PM | Link to this

it was very hard to make paul laugh. i’m sure you all know this. but, if you ever wanted to make paul laugh. just play some slayer for him.haha. paul told a story once when i was working with him at collings guitars. he was working in new york customizing guitars. he got a note from the band slayer that they wanted their guitars customized. and the note specified in few little words that they wanted their guitars “black and very loud”. so,they went all out on these guitars. he had never heard this band before. so,years after.i just happened to have some tapes in my car of this band. and when i played these tapes for him. oh my god! he laught so hard. i had never seen paul laugh so hard! i had to get him some water because he was choking.haha..and thats just one of many stories..

i’m really gonna miss my amazing friend..

By Mary Cutrufello

February 24, 2009 7:09 PM | Link to this

paul’s playing consistently made me laugh out loud, sometimes as a spontaneous gesture of amazement and pleasure at his spontaneity and innate musicality, but most of the time because he would just play funny things. hysterical things. twisted, subversive, and irreverent, but also deeply musical. i don’t know any other guitarist who’s ever made me laugh out loud (well, maybe casper), but he always did. that’s a rare gift.

play on, my friend.

By Becky Aronson Weaver

February 24, 2009 8:10 PM | Link to this

I got to know Paul when he and Cornell and the band would play at the Three Teardrop and Sons of Hermann Hall in Dallas back on the 90’s. He was a wonderful musician and fine man. He will be greatly missed by everyone. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and of course, with Cornell.

By Annie Knudsen

February 24, 2009 10:42 PM | Link to this

We change the world one moment at a time by the legacy of love, kindness and humor we leave in the hearts and minds of others. Paul changed my world. I will always be grateful.

By Jeff Ward

February 24, 2009 11:23 PM | Link to this

Having read the posted comments, I recognize many old friends. Though we may have scattered to the four winds, we all share an admiration and fondness for Pabby. He was completely unique. A gentle curmudgeon.

Paul and I went to high school together in California. We moved in different circles then, but connected after my military service. I ran sound for the guys for many years. Paul was quiet, but tenacious, A keen and critical observer of all things but kept his views private…sometimes. As Rick Yamashiro noted, he detested pomposity. He could play anything he set his will towards, but he would play it HIS way. Integrity.

He and I shared a crummy apartment for two years. We stayed up all night once stapling every black-and-white picture we could find on the kitchen walls. Johnny Carson, Sambo’s, John Coltrane. All night spent gabbing about the Cosmos.

In 1979, we all moved to LA. Made the decision, packed and hit the road all in 48 hours. An essential part of Zen-Cuckooism is the mandatory Cuckoo Trip. We got a three bedroom house on Sherman Way. Three signed the lease…ten moved in at midnight. Practice in the tiny living room…no heat in winter, no A/C in summer…kids, dogs, visitors, and laughter, lots of laughter. Chaos swirling around the irrascible vortex of calm, Paul. Darby’s Cafe, Topanga Theater, and Sporty the dog.

We played the Starwood, Hong Kong Cafe, Madame Wongs, Pippin’s, Valley Supper Club, Londoner, Blue Moon Saloon, The Troubador and even a hideous boutique opening in Westwood. We had to eat.

I took over 2500+ pictures of all these people. I treasure them more than anything. Music evolves, bands come and go. But it’s the people in our lives that we never forget.

All things end. Paul and Annie moved to NYC. I miss him. Then Texas. I miss him. He’s gone from us and I miss him.

Paul, if GOD has a night club in Heaven, DON”T P* HIM OFF or you’ll never get in! Forgive me, buddy for putting in my 2 cents worth now and then, and I’ll forgive you opening and playing my sealed, original release of Coltrane’s “Giant Steps”!!! Be Forever at Peace.

By Hank Jones

February 25, 2009 8:19 AM | Link to this

He was giving, even during and despite his illness. I recognized him in our mutual hospital waiting room last month, went over and told him I’d seen/heard and really liked his playing, and thanked him, mentioning the great spiritual gifts that I’ve gotten from musicians’ talents and generosities, especially since moving to Austin 10 years ago. Then, despite his obvious pain and frustration at huge delays in that department, he took the time and energy to share some hospital-navigation tips to newcomer me, and, after asking re. my music-playing, even mentioned having spotted there that day a world-class performer in one of my instruments. Classy soul, on top of the guitar chops.
hank

By Eric Ambel

February 25, 2009 10:48 AM | Link to this

What a lovely guy. Found me the best guitar I ever owned. Always giving. Great wit. Great player. Great advise. Great person. Thank you so much Paul.

By Baker Rorick

February 25, 2009 12:18 PM | Link to this

This is hard. One of my favorite guitar players, certainly my favorite “unknown” (to the wider world) player, although any musician passing through Austin had to go hear Paul and hope to sit in. I first met Paul when I landed a sales job at ESP Guitars in NYC in the late-’80s, and he was the “tech”. His first words to me were little more than grunts of acknowledgement upon introduction. We circled each other like a couple of dogs for the first few weeks, sniffing, scratching, marking, until one day he overheard me on the phone telling some client about my favorite band from way back when: Moby Grape. Okay, common ground… Then he discovered that I read books and could carry on a conversation about more than guitars and the doors opened wide and he let me in. Grumpy, sardonic, seemingly taciturn at first, I found he loved to talk and was funny as all Hell. Paul taught me so much - plenty of it about guitars and music in general - but the most important lessons were life lessons, about attitude and perspective and selflessness. Like a big brother or favorite uncle, I sought his begrudging respect. Paul seemed such an old soul, and I’m shocked to find out he was younger than I. As a guitar journalist, I’ve met so many of my idols and well-known players over the years and often awkward conversations turned into instant friendships upon mention of Paul. King of Comedy Guitar, sure, but he played the notes you wanted to hear, and he made every one count. Few things make me happier in this life than a well-played Telecaster, and now whenever I get to see Bill Kirchen or Redd Volkaert I’ll be grinning ear to ear with joy as tears come down remembering Paul.

By Dan Forte

February 25, 2009 1:23 PM | Link to this

Many, many things set Paul apart from your typical guitarist or musician, but what always stood out for me was what it was like to just be around him, sans music. Yes, he was a musician’s musician, and yes, he could play just about any style (and play it as well or better than most). But, while a lot of musicians are out of their element if the conversaiton turns to something not having to do with picks and strings, Paul was one of the most conversant, knowledgeable people I’ve met, period. About ANYthing. And I think that part of his personality, that well-roundeness, in turn informed his playing. His appreciation of so many things, whether musical or not, made him a better musician. He brought so much more to the table. It’s no wonder that Jess is smart as hell and that Anne, a true beauty in every sense of the word, fell in love with this little curmudgeon. This leaves a hole that will never be filled. In the literal sense of the phrase, “Oi, Vai!”

By John Nolan

February 25, 2009 1:29 PM | Link to this

As a former bass player for the Donuts, I had the honor of playing with Paul first hand. We lived as described by Jeff Ward in a 4 bedroom rental on the corner of Sherman Way and Lurline Ave in Canoga Park, CA with Eric Jerda and Thom Alexander. I had come from a college musical background where music was treated as something that could have theory and be contained inside a laboratory and occasionally brought out for public viewing. Through Paul, I found that music was something that lived and breathed. He taught me more about the people who lived music than I learned in college and set an example by living it himself. The only complaint I have about the Donut days is that they were too short since the band broke up after about 2 years. Of course, other - more meaningful - subjects were covered like “What is the difference between Veal Parmesan and a Country Fried Steak at Darby’s Cafe. I don’t know if I made a favorable impression on Paul as a musician but I know he was impressed by my ability as an eater when we took the Donuts to Las Vegas and I attempted to find just how “bottomless” the Sandwich and Bottomless Bowl of Soup really was at CoCos. I lost count at 4 and the waitress tried her best to avoid the table after 6 but Paul kept count to the end. For a self proclaimed curmudgeon, he was not immune to fun and that contrast will be what I will remember about Paul forever. Anne, I am sorry for your loss of Paul at this time. I never met Jess but I believe that with you for a mother and Paul for a father he must be a great kid. Tell him that I sympathize with him and that I know what it is like since I lost my father when I was 16 also. He will grow up to find that there are people like you and Paul that will help him through life like you and Paul helped me when I needed it.

By Lloyd Schwartz

February 25, 2009 1:52 PM | Link to this

I first saw Paul when he was interviewing for a job at The Guitarman on 48th Street, and his quiet intensity totally intimidated me. A few weeks later, there was a photo enlarger laying on the counter and I asked, “What’s this about?” He replied with a shrug, “New Steinberger?” and I knew I had a true soulmate. Some time later we both worked at ESP and I was never at my desk… I was at Paul’s bench where we discussed Don Rich and Donnie Thompson and everyone else for whom we shared a mutual admiration. And to be on level ground with Paul really felt like SOMETHING. He introduced me to Ambel and Stamey and Ribot and so many others. I must’ve gone to 100 of his gigs with George Worthmore and Richard Younger and Gary Silver and Andy Shernoff and The Browns and Cornell and… he never played the same thing twice. He hardly played the same WAY twice, and it was constantly astounding how it was still always the RIGHT way. He set an example for being a better human being, too… caring, dignified, never preachy, and only vocal when need be. Economical, just like his solos. One in a million, just like the notes he chose. A real mensch. I’m SO lucky to have known him. And lucky to be in such loving company now. “Nice goods,” dear friend. “Nice goods.”

By Lisa Pankratz

February 25, 2009 2:58 PM | Link to this

I only knew Paul in Texas and that mostly onstage or in a van with the Cornell Hurd Band, though we played with several of the same artists and on some Wayne the Train recordings together. The very first thing I remember is he made me laugh out loud with some of his solos. (Later he would stun me with pure, subtle eloquence.) But out of the gate I had to grin and laugh at the kind of irreverent, out of whack yet magnificent solos that only a really great player could muster. Also, he was a master of tone and refused to compete in volume wars—he was plenty loud and made two small amps sound as good as any huge rig going. There was a mutual musical affinity and trust onstage with Paul which I have found rare and valuable in my life. Slowly we moved passed that and began to discuss other topics and it was always fascinating. I let him be as grumpy and curmudgeonly as he wanted and still insisted on laughing, talking, asking questions and I know he loved it. I was proud to find myself considered a friend and to count him as one of mine. I found that, especially musically, there was no subject I could bring up with which Paul did not have some, often first hand, experience. Fun! New York punk, tennis pros, Abba, bohemians, Edith Piaf, Kirsty MacColl to name a few. Let me tell you folks, in the Cornell Hurd Band its pretty hard to surprise anyone musically, but I would try with my requests for my songs on the anniversary shows and unfailingly Paul was right there to say “hell yes!”. Also he was passionate about music and wanted to pass the stuff he thought important along—yes, Paul, I will listen to Beethoven’s 9th all the way through one day. (Um, is it a shuffle or a two beat?) ;) I didn’t see him much outside of gigs and I hate that I wasn’t able to see him more in these last few months. But I appreciated his absolute honesty when discussing the details and emotions he was going through. It made it easier not to feel clumsy and walk on eggshells when we did get to talk. He kept most of the personal life personal but make no mistake that was one proud papa! He would mention scholastic, artistic accomplishments or comments made at various ages by his son and though the stoic face remained, the gleam in the eyes was obvious.
He was also one of my husband Brad’s very favorite people and he loved talking to Paul about the most obscure possible American and Canadian pop and country music. Also he would make a point to call Paul whenever he found himself in NYC near Umanov’s guitars to say hi and discuss landmarks, music and where to get coffee.
He will be missed. I wish peace and comfort to Anne, Jess and the family. Lisa Pankratz

By Donnie Nossov

February 25, 2009 3:07 PM | Link to this

I too met Paul working on 48th St in New York and at ESP. I recall that he never let me get away with any ego crap when I started to get “real” music gigs. He once came to see me play at an arena rock show and backstage afterwards all he did was look at me and chuckle. Didn’t say a word, but his look said it all - “Keep it real!” The only thing more wicked than his guitar playing was his wit. Although we’ve been out of touch for a while, I will miss him.

By RE

February 25, 2009 7:59 PM | Link to this

We laughed on stage a lot and gave each other funny looks,a great player and human.

By Deirdre Lannon

February 25, 2009 8:29 PM | Link to this

Paul told some of the best stories ever, and had a sly way of cracking people up - I retell his story about being in a coffee shop with one of the Iron Maiden guys and crack other people up. He always made my live guest spots with the Cornell Hurd band exciting - no matter what the line up, we all knew that he got the first double solo in Hoy Hoy, and it would set the standard for all the rest. His generosity with his musicality was a treasure - his arrangements and playing on my recordings with the CHB changed my music for the better. Knowing him changed me for the better. Peace, Paul.

By Dave Morris

February 26, 2009 8:14 AM | Link to this

In the early 70’s I had the honor of performing with Paul in one of the many incarnations of Jolly Ox, that infamous San Jose band. This particular ensemble also included Ricky Yamashiro, and the two of them were such a zany combination that kept me laughing most of the time – Ricky with his physical humor and Paul with his kaleidoscopic but crystal-clear “on point” views on life. I remember it fondly as one of the happiest times in my life, and this is definitely one of the saddest.

I really miss Paul, the man… his lightning-fast, incisive wit and his ability to completely encapsulate his viewpoint within microseconds into just a few words, (often yielding more oxymorons than should be humanly possible –and- uproarious laughter from those lucky enough to overhear). And I miss his uncensored, irreverent soliloquies that not only demonstrated his depth-of-knowledge; they enlightened you and made you want to learn more or take action. I used to think I was a smart guy. In comparison, Paul was a genius.

And oh yeah, there’s that other talent – something to do with a guitar? I don’t know that I can add anything that hasn’t already been said about his guitar playing, except that he never succumbed to the ego trappings of so many guitarists who forget about the importance of song structure. Whether he had an intro, full-verse, vamp or just a 2-bar solo or fills, Paul was just happy to play, and he was “in and out” and made every note count – sometimes leaving you in stitches, but often leaving you in awe.

And another thing… his impassioned vocals. Hopefully, you also had the pleasure of hearing Paul sing from his heart. “Have You Ever Loved A Woman” had me in tears. And then, there’s the solo… Damn!

I was lucky enough to reconnect with Paul in the 90’s after we had both moved to Austin and over the years saw him perform with Cornell and company far too infrequently… which I will always regret; he was such a joy to watch.

I wish him a safe journey to the ‘Next Phase’. Besides mingling with his many musical heroes who are now welcoming him as their peer, I’ll bet he has Mark Twain, Bill Hicks, George Carlin and countless others laughing their ***** off!

Have a good time, Paul. You certainly provided us with many good times and memories. And we owe you – “Big Time”.

Dave

By Susan Van Dorn

February 26, 2009 10:12 AM | Link to this

I think Richie has said it all. We had a fun family at ESP and Paulie always keep it together. He was the only one who never really seemed to have an attitude about anything. He was brilliant. Since I haven’t seen him in so long it will be easy to think that he is still around somewhere.

By Nitebob

February 26, 2009 12:07 PM | Link to this

I met Paul during his New York City period. We worked together at ESP Guitars and Matt Umanov’s. I recorded 4 Donut songs with him and Chris at Peter Bauman’s Cronex Media. I gave him guitars to play so he would impart his vibe to them. I saw The Brown play a few times and even videotaped them. When he left NYC I fell out of touch with him. “Ahhh Mr. Gellman, rest in peace”

By Clay Blaker

February 26, 2009 1:09 PM | Link to this

Allene and I will miss a good friend and fabulous guitar player.

By desmond s

February 26, 2009 2:35 PM | Link to this

i met paul thru the esp guys on 48th st in nyc in the 80’s-“grumpy guy” i thought and he didnt “look” like a guitar player (this was hew york in the 80’s folks)-but he was funny as hell once you got the hang of him-one day at esp he picks up a beat to crap tele and starts playing pedal steel licks!- i say “hey man you cant DO that on a 6 string!?!” he says (totally straight faced) “i know”…never forgot that…what a guy

By scott kempner

February 26, 2009 3:46 PM | Link to this

what a total sweetheart of a guy, with a big rock’n’roll heart…….even from this great distance paul will be missed, his presence will always trump his absence……my deepest condolences to annie,jess and a shoulder of solidarity to all who’ve already signed this…..i, knew him during his time in NYC, and will always feel lucky to have known him at all, and, of course, to have heard him play……

By george wasowski

February 26, 2009 7:47 PM | Link to this

i have known Paul since 1970, he was best man at my wedding in 1976. Paul was his own man, he had a big heart full of love. i remember sleeping on the floor of his NY apt. for a week, going to see the Ramones at 2:00 am, going to the diner in the morning for cheesecake and coffee, talking and enjoying life. everyone has friends in their life but you only get a few of true life long friends, Paul was that one friend to me. his love of music was huge, but his love to his family was greater. all the other comments made here just shows what a impact Paul had on us all. i know he is still playing with all the other greats. we love you and miss you……………..

By Jean Anastasio

February 27, 2009 12:44 PM | Link to this

Paulie was my first friend in the music business. We met in the early 80’s when we both worked for Accent Guitar. It took him a while to speak to me—but after month of grunting we finally spoke and I realized he was one of the true humorists of our time. We became friends and went on to work together for many years at ESP and Matt Umanov’s. We’ve all lost a great wit, a great musician and a great friend. Annie and Jess—I’m so sorry for you both.

By ginnie waite

February 27, 2009 8:01 PM | Link to this

I feel closer to Paul than I have in years, reading all of this…I can see you have touched alot of people in a beautiful way, and what else can we ask for in a life? I am glad to have known you, way back in the 70”s, in the Donut days. You all taught me back then that it was o.k.to be my crazy self!It has sustained me all my life. You all gave me my voice-I had no idea it was in there! You gave me the light of encouragement and just folded me into your crazy, zany lives. These lessons keep me in perspective when I am singing out the pure joy of being alive to the people on the street. You all shoved me through that door of entertaining and the energy that poured out from you all when we were playing filled my soul On one of the last times I saw Paul in California his way of saying goodbye to me was to lift me up by my ankles and try to shake the (non-existent) change out of my pockets! Always off the cuff-I never knew what would happen next, but it nearly always involved laughter-lessons I have learned from the Grand Master, Paul. He always surrounded himself with dynamic people, and I feel I would love you all, because you have known Paul. Bless us all-peace…

By Andy Shernoff

February 28, 2009 12:04 AM | Link to this

Paul was one of the most natural and gifted musicians I ever played with. Every note from his fingers was the right one. I feel lucky to have known and played with him Such a solid guy…this sad, sad news has shaken me to the core.

Farewell friend

By Bryan "The Squid" Yoshida

February 28, 2009 4:51 PM | Link to this

I wrote a song on piano for a forgettable infatuation that Paul listened to in 1974. I performed that same song at the Lynbrook 1974 Hootenanny.

That long ago infatuation was insignificant and died. Paul’s real love for that particular song lives on in me….

That is why I still play and write songs to this very day.

I’ll see you again someday Paul.

By Bill Jackson

February 28, 2009 4:56 PM | Link to this

I heard the news today….oh no.

By Terry Powers

February 28, 2009 5:09 PM | Link to this

Paul is smiling at all of us.

By Rick Bishop

March 1, 2009 5:44 AM | Link to this

Paul has been my best friend for 47 years. It never mattered if we fell out of touch from time to time, we always seemed to know what the other was doing and our paths always seemed to cross again. We learned how to play guitar together. He shall remain my best friend. I’m so grateful to see how well Paul is remembered and by so many. Paul is a large part of my life. He always will be. My deepest sympathies to all … It hurts.

By Terry Powers

March 1, 2009 9:53 AM | Link to this

God speed….

By Bryan Yoshida

March 1, 2009 10:36 AM | Link to this

To my brave band-mate:

I wrote a song for a long forgotten infatuation in 1974. We performed that song at the 1974 Lynbrook Hootenanny.

You heard that song that night & fell in love with it. You kept playing it over and over again.
You said that it “saved” you from a funk that you were enduring.

Paul, your love for that one song kept me writing, recording and performing to this very day.

Thanks Paul

-Bryan “The Squid” Yoshida

“…If you can write only one song that one person falls in love with, that justifies +40 years of recording, writing, touring and gigging…”

By Bill Jackson

March 2, 2009 5:21 PM | Link to this

Rest in peace & God Bless you.

By Dan Laubler

March 3, 2009 11:48 AM | Link to this

I have not seen Paul since I left california in th elate 60’s. I lived next door to him in San Jose. But I remember when we were in the 5th or 6th grade at Christmas we got our 1st guitars…Sears Silvertones. I knew even then Paul had an intuitive naturability to play. I am a TexEx 74-77 and preceded Paul in Austin, but learned through another friend that he had settled in Austin. I am now living in Canton Ga and have returned several times to Austin and never could quite hook up with him. I have some Hurd recordings, but really regret nefver getting to see him live. God Bless ya Paul and your family as well

By Pat Webber

March 3, 2009 6:45 PM | Link to this

Even though I hadn’t seen Paul in years, I feel connected to him as a fellow musician, guitarist and friend. Forever imprinted on my memory is a moment from our senior year in high school. We were in yet another short-lived band. I don’t think we bothered to name the group or at least I don’t recall a name. Our one and only gig was with another talented friend that has also passed away too soon, drummer Mitch Martin. Since Paul and I were both guitar players, one of us alternately switched to bass. On my bass duty, we played “Good Golly Miss Molly” – The Creedence Clearwater Revival version. At the lead guitar solo break, I turned to Paul and he launched into a such flurry that to this day his musical prowess still leaves me flabbergasted. This is long before guitar playing could be known as “shredding”, but Paul was indeed shredding. What a player and what a guy.

By Richard Younger

March 3, 2009 8:35 PM | Link to this

I was lucky enough to persuade Paul to play guitar in my NYC band Blu Horses in the late ’80s. I’m very sad to hear of his struggles and untimely passing. My heart goes out to his family. If there is a heave, Paul is rocking the joint like no other; maybe he’s jamming with Hendrix. Rest in Peace, Paul, thanks for adding so much to my life and muic

By Terry

March 4, 2009 11:21 AM | Link to this

Paul,

I saw you guys as the original and only valid “Donuts” at the 1976 Lynbrook Hootenanny.

That bizarre incident on stage when you guys played “Night Train” and all of those loonies paraded around in halloween costumes, I thought was Frank Zappa brilliant! I knew that you, Yoshida & Yamashiro were geniuses!

Well, the 3 of you continued on in Mondo Hotpants helping to lift them to notoriety. You guys always found a joke in the world of pain!

Keeps me laughing just thinking about those things!

By Lenny Kaye

March 4, 2009 6:34 PM | Link to this

What a soulful guy, great guitar licks and a genuine appreciation for music made with emotional intensity. Years ago I went to visit him in the ESP backroom in New York. There was a red Strat-type lying next to his bench and as we spoke, I idly picked it up to play. I told him it felt great. He said “You like it? I just put it together for you,” and gave it to me. I was playing it in the basement the other day, feeling Paul’s vibe and generous spirit on each fret, giving me that suspect look if I took a chordal shortcut, urging me to play something I never played before. I’ll miss him whence in Austin, having him show me around the Collings factory or seeing him western swinging at a local roadhouse. But I’ll always hear him in my heart. Keep tickling those celestial strings, bro…

By Kim Lefty Winn

March 8, 2009 8:39 PM | Link to this

Hey: I first met Paul at the Ox House(1971) (Jolly Ox band), a Party House extreme, still many storys to this day, we were cosidered the top band in Cupertino Ca (Small town then), my friend Paul Mooney brought his friend Paul Skelton to one of our jams, man he was a player, Paul seemed to follow my Bands when I left,Jolly Ox, Cornell Hurd’s Mondo Hotpants Band, i got a chance to see Paul last Oct when Eric Jerde and I saw Cornell unplugged at Threadgills North, we talked before and after the gig, Paul was a Monster Guitar player I won’t forget him.

By Eric Jerde

March 9, 2009 3:54 AM | Link to this

It’s great to see how many people care about Paul. I first met him at the Ox house, I 21 and he 18. I thought to myself “Who is this kid? (3 years is a big difference at that age!). I didn’t see him again until early in 1979, when, upon learning that I was back in San Jose, he invited me to audition for the band he was in, Alex The Cat, named after its’ founder Thom Alexander. Paul apologized for requiring an audition, as he knew what I played like, but the other members didn’t. We were now finally bandmates, as we remained for the next 3 years. I wanted to hear his stories about going on the road with Cornell Hurd, and he wanted to hear mine about playing with Drew Hurd (Cornell’s brother) and Kim Winn, both great singers, in a Junp Blues/Swing band in 74-5. The band wanted to move to Los Angeles that Summer to be where the music biz was. Finally, somebody I knew in San Jose with aspirations! The first time I picked Paul up for band practice he told me that he had heard that I had spiritual beliefs. My nod was answered by him patting his guitar case abd saying “This is my God”. I found out just how serious he was after we got to L.A. His bedroom was next to mine, and anytime his door opened I could see him sitting on the bed playing along to a TV with its’ sound off. At the time he was playing a Les Paul into a Black Face Single Showman (of which I am now the delighted owner), but as the band and he progressed he evolved into a Strat into a Deluxe Reverb player. His switch to the Tele came after our time together. When you live and play music with a guy for 3 years you either grow to love him, or to hate him. With Paul it was not only love, but mutual respect and a deep sharing of the indescribable pleasure that playing music gives musicians. To play music with another person is a very intimate thing, and Paul and I (and Thom Alexander, John Nolan—-yes John, he loved your bass playing. Nothing above the 5th fret, remember?!, and Chris Hauptman—-where are ya, Chris?!, along with Jeff Ward, Paul’s good friend and our Soundman) had a hell of a good time, and became a pretty good little combo. Paul also introduced me to serious coffee drinking. He drank that stuff non-stop from morning till night! Paul, Chris, and I moved to NYC in early ‘83, where Paul stayed for 5 years. I went back to L.A. late in ‘83, and didn’t see Paul again until I went to Austin to see Cornell and Paul together in the mid-90’s. Nothing could have prepared me for how good Paul had gotten! His love of the guitar had really paid off, as many of his guitar buddies have stated here. Another guy who liked his playing, and who also has a reputation as being a bit “grouchy”, is Evan Johns. Known as a maniac on the Telecaster, when I recorded with Evan I mentioned Paul. Paul had played on the first album by an Austin hillbilly singer, and Evan had gone on the road with the guy playing the same songs. Evan and Paul had gotten together in Austin to go over the songs, and Evan said to me “He’s a good guitar player”. If you’ve heard Evan play, that’s means a lot! In the last few years I’ve been trying to move to Austin to reunite with Paul, as I’ve never bonded with a guitarist as I did with Paul. Unfortunately for me, that’s now impossible. I cherish the time I did have with him, and send my deepest condolences to his wonderful wife Ann, and to his son Jess (got it right this time, eh Jess?!). Speaking of Jess, and of Paul’s quick wit…..Paul and I had shared jokes about how people’s looks change as they get older. When I saw him in the mid-90’s, after not having seen him since ‘83, I said “You look like someone’s Dad!” (his hair was cut short and combed straight back, and he was wearing thick black glasses). He laughed and said “I am!”.

By GEORGE WORTHMORE

March 10, 2009 4:03 AM | Link to this

Paul played in my band The Dive Bombers for many years, until he left New York City and moved to Austin. He played such amazing stuff that I still think about, twenty years later. I think he came out of a shell a little in the Dive Bombers. We got him into some “cat clothes” and we got him to eschew that “Peter Tork” hair cut we always kidded him about and convinced him to comb his hair straight back. At first we thought he would feel uncomfortable about such a drastic image change but we knew we were ok when Ann told us he was wearing his stage clothes around the house and standing in front of the mirror. All this talk bout Paul being “grouchy”, well he was never that way around us. He was reserved and he didn’t suffer fools easily. But he had a wonderful sense of humor and was a very intelligent, perceptive and kind man. And a very special guitar player. He was humble about his playing and was always complimentary about all the other accomplished players we worked with. I dont know if he ever realized just how wonderful and unique a player he was. About two years after Paul moved to Texas he came back to New York City and we did a reunion gig at some place on W30th st. The place was packed but I knew that all the folks were really there to hear Paul. Paul was a great guitarist but I remember him more as a great guy. I think about him sitting on the couch with Ann , in that unbelievably small apartment in the west village, the two of them singing Kum By Ya or some other goofy song in hilarious falsettos, or the “Saul Gellman” story, and I smile while my heart aches. I bought a Collings C 10 Deluxe just a few weeks ago. I like to imagine that he touched it or maybe he was just in the same room with it….George Worthmore

By Eric Jerde

March 10, 2009 3:44 PM | Link to this

There were two other things I meant to tell you about above. When Kim and I went to see Cornell and Paul in Austin about 5 years ago, Paul was absolutely SMOKIN’! I would say considerable more so than when I had seen him 10 years earlier. He was STILL getting better! He would play something particuliarly cool, and look over at Kim and I for our reactions. Not in an egotistical way, but in a shared musical appreciation way. So cute! When we went to Austin last October (‘08), I was expecting to see a quite sick looking Paul. Not at all—-he was his same ol’ self. He came into the room scurrying across the floor in those quick little steps of his. If it wasn’t for the oxygen tank on wheels he was pulling behind him, you wouldn’t know there was a thing wrong. Sure, he had world-weary eyes, but he had those when he was 18, right?! Coming from the tank were clear plastic tubes, inserted in his nostrils, but he seemed quite used to them. He said he told the doctors he didn’t want to know how much time he had, and was just going to go on living as he always had, for as long as he had. Classy guy…..

By JW

March 11, 2009 3:02 PM | Link to this

Hey Paul,

Remember have of your 1974 band “Haleakala” hanging out at the Saratoga 7-11 during your nigh shift! THAT was the place to be at 3am….besides Sambos (Another story!)

We were certifiably crazy! All we did was run around and smash the Hoho’s and rancid Bob Ostrow salads. Rick Yamashiro and you had fun smashing the Twinkies and saying, “Is this fresh! Is this fresh!” Jeff Ward would read the karate magazines and Bryan Yoshida always has his camera.

You were patient and never told us to “go home!” 7-11 was our home! We were broke back then and you always gave us a “discount” on food! Whatta bro!

We were musicians who didn’t have “real” jobs, go to college or had kids or wives. We always crashed on your couch at Bark Lane for months (Yes, another story!).

Now I know where you guys got your sense of humor! Now I know why Mr Hurd and the MHO hired you guys on the spot!

By Paul Mooney

March 13, 2009 11:14 AM | Link to this

I met Paul in study hall in 1968. Music was our connection then and now. Thanks Paul for telling me who played what on the Buffalo Springfield albums and the licks of course. Thanks for teaching me cynacism and sarcasm. That a cup of coffee is brown and hot and that’s it. That modesty and humility are godlike.(Cuckoo like?) Laughter truly is the best medicine. And all the other drippings. I am gratified to see all the old mames represented here and the mentions of the era I spent around Paul in the 60’s and 70’s. I guess it really was quite a time. I am grateful for Paul’s presence there. Paul Mooney

By THE SQUID

March 21, 2009 11:05 PM | Link to this

There was one very long 3 day gig I did with Paul & Rick Yamashiro in 1976:

1. We drove to a gig at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco on Friday, packed up and: 2.Drove all night to a San Diego NEC Convention gig Saturday afternoon, packed up and: 3.Drove all night to Sacramento to play at a gig on Sunday, packed up and:
2. Drove to San Jose and spent all night at Sambos in Cupertino.

…3 PEOPLE CRAMMED WITH EQUIPMENT, DRIVING 1600 MILES WITH LITTLE OR NO SLEEP IN A TINY FORD PINTO!!!!!!!!

Yes, we laughed the whole weekend and ended up 3 days later laughing at everything and anything!

By Bryan Yoshida

March 22, 2009 1:12 PM | Link to this

Well Paul,

It has been exactly 1 month. I can talk to you for ages, remembering the best of times. ..but I’ll leave things for the future.

You are the best, my friend.

By Ken Smith

March 28, 2009 9:31 PM | Link to this

I have been learning everything Paul did on Hancock’s That’s What Daddy Wants CD. I have been working on it for about a month. Paul is an incredable talent, and lives on in his music. I googled him today and found out the bad news. My sympathy goes to his family and friends. I will continue my relationship with his musical genius.

By Sharry Annne Stevens

April 27, 2009 1:44 PM | Link to this

I am still stunned by this loss, as everyone else is. Amazing to see the names here, going back so many, many years, wonderful memories, wonderful people, hopefully we are all off making more. Wait up, Paul, we’re coming, slowly, but coming. George, when ARE you going to get around to duplicating the Ye Olde Forest tapes, huh?? Huh??

By Bryan Yoshida

May 20, 2009 6:58 PM | Link to this

Hey Paul,

A very good musician friend of mine, drummer Jersey Forman from Cupertino, CA just made it up to see you. Give him my regards and tell him to play his mean shuffle for you guys! I’ll be listening….

By Bryan Yoshida

June 22, 2009 11:30 PM | Link to this

Hey Paul,

It’s been exactly 5 months.

I just got a hold of Rick, Dirk McKenzie and Dave Talley. We were reminiscing about the 73’ Hootenanny with Chamber Jazz Ensemble.

Thanks for being in the audience supporting us. We’ll jam again someday. Witt Lehnberg says, “Hi”.

By Lon Rozelle

October 13, 2009 6:26 PM | Link to this

I had the pleasure of working with Paul at We Buy Guitars in NYC. This story pretty much sums up Paul’s dry wit. A guy brings in his bass to have it set up, and when he comes back to pick it up, starts testing every note on every string, all the way up to the highest frets. Of course he found one small buzz way up high on one string and points this out to Paul, and Paul says, “It’s a bass, you have no business playing up that high.” Ahhh, I’ll miss you buddy.

By Cody Sokolski

October 14, 2009 10:27 AM | Link to this

Damn. I worked with Paul on 48th street too. And lotsa stories. However, one will suffice for now. So, early 80’s and it was the nascent era of the hair metal gods and of course, therefore, you could never have too much distortion or be too annoying. So after some “metal god” tries to play some heavy and confrontational **** for the salesman, Paul comes out of the work shop and takes a Tele off the wall, plugs it into a Twin, turns it up to 10 and plays a bunch of first position chords, but up the next by a half-step. He does this for about a minute, everyone is in shock, puts the guitar down and says, “ya wanna be annoying and scary, top that” and walks off the floor with a stern face, knowing he scared the crap out of the metal boys. Whatta guy and of course, what a player. Love to the family. Cody

By george wasowski

October 29, 2009 3:20 PM | Link to this

Still thinking of you my friend. Anne and Jess I think of you both everyday.

george…………

By Rick Bishop

January 9, 2010 1:13 AM | Link to this

No day passes, nor week, nor month … No bloom grows unnoticed. These things with spirit and hope, Aspirations to achieve opportunity’s best. I think of you … Every day, No sadness, no remorse. We were the fortunate ones. As we grew into our separate selves, We never lost touch, we never lost hope, I oft wonder … Where would my imagination be? Without your influence … Without your input … Something tells me that it would Have come to life deserted San Juaquin Valley, between Fresno and Button Willow Many thanks my friend For all the times you saved me from myself

Love always.

Rick Bishop