Sam Stevens was my best friend; a fellow musician, and sometimes father figure, from the day we met in 1976 till the end. He was a free spirit and lived exactly as he chose, with no regrets. We played music a thousand times together and drank a few beers along the way to sweeten the singing. Sam could literally do anything he set his mind to, and he was endlessly creative. He was open-minded and had no desire to live a life under anyone else’s plans or judgements. He did things his own way in his own time. On one of my many visits I found Sam crafting door hinges from a solid sheet of quarter-inch thick metal. He said he could make better than the cheap ones at the store, and he did. I could write a book about Sam and he certainly deserves to be remembered; he was a great individual, brilliant, wise, humorous and witty. He rarely w
October 1, 1976
