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彼は次のように続けている。「彼の家に初めて行った時にベッドルームの壁には『ONE NATION UNDER A GROOVE(グルーヴの下では一つの国家)』と書かれた旗が飾ってあって、俺も聴いたことのないファンクをかけてくれたんだ。マーチ・トゥ・ザ・ウィッチーズ・キャッスルとかね。彼はかけながら喜びを表に出して、俺たちは幼い子どものようにファンクの神話に魅了されていたんだ」

「彼は“Mommy Where’s Daddy”で最高のギターを弾いているんだ。あの曲でリズムの聴き方が永遠に変わったよね。彼はダイエットや健康食、身体への意識なんかも教えてくれた。でも、それ以上に彼は友人なんだ」



It has taken me a couple of weeks to process the death of Jack Sherman. Our relationship was complicated, we stopped playing music together in 1985 and things were often fraught in the rare times we communicated since. I found him to be unreasonable sometimes, and I’m sure I behaved like an obnoxious asshole with him sometimes. This morning, in pondering him, a wave of appreciation washed over me, which is really the only truth of the matter. When I first went to his house he had a ONE NATION UNDER A GROOVE flag on his bedroom wall, and he played me funk I had never heard, like March To the Witches Castle. He was beaming with glee when he played it, and we were enrapt in the mythology of the funk like a couple of little kids. He played the most wicked guitar part on our song Mommy Where’s Daddy, a thing that influenced the way I heard rhythm forever. He taught me about diet, to eat clean and be conscious of my body. But more than anything, he was my friend. We came from very different backgrounds, had different world views, and it was hard for us to relate to one another often. But the excitement we shared over music, and the joy that bubbled up between us will last forever. Rest In Peace Sherm I love you.

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