ABSTRACT
Jack would make his field trips into the city and often sleep on the couch in the author's 6th Avenue apartment, or crash out on one of his sleeping bags. They would play music together. He would read me new writing and often have him play while he read. He would pound out what he was composing on his piano, trying to sing all the parts at the same time. We would take walks around the Village and the Lower East Side and bump into old friends and meet new people. John Sampas was kind enough to send him a copy of it in June of 2001: Dear Jack, he hope that you come. It should be a wonderful concert. The String Orchestra piece is like On The Road, his style with all the wild beautiful sounds that they have here going. They will do some work together to bear witness to the great musicians who left us too soon.
