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Hi Vanessa Dawne Robertson (Dawne),

I searched for you and found this site. If you are still around, would love to talk with you. I lost contact with you after you moved to Memphis from Huntsville. I've thought about all the fun times we used to have running around... you and the rest of the Nelson St. girls. :)

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tms

Paul - if I had it all to do over again - I wouldn't change a thing. Surely you must know now - the depth of my love. Surely you must know now - the answers to all the questions that were in your heart throughout your life. Surely you have no more fears and you are safe. And from where you are - surely now you can help to keep Kyle and me safe - as you tried so hard to do while you were here. Be at peace my love, be at peace. We will be O.K. I really miss you...

I'm sitting here in total shock. I hadn't heard from Paul for a while, our contact has been sporadic since I moved away from Memphis. I decided to write him today, and the e-mail bounced, so I started looking around for a new one, and checked the HTS site. I can't believe the sweet, exuberant, passionate fellow I knew has left this earth!

--Vanessa Dawne Robertson

Happy Birthday, Junior! Lots of things have been going on that only you would really understand, and I sure do miss talking to you, seeing you, and sharing. carol

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Thank you. I love you all.=-) Tomorrow is Pauls birthday and i hope it is a happy day for everyone that knew him.

I was deeply saddend by the news of Paul's passing. Paul saw me performing in a little club in Nashville almost 5 years ago as I was on my way to LA where I reside today, Im from Ireland orginally. After two songs he came up to me and was so excited to want to help further my career. Less than a year later I was in Arkansah recording an album with some of the finest musicians from Mulehead band. Paul pulled out all the stops to make this recording happen and it did, my only regret is we didnt get to release it, but the experience I got has been a gift in building my knowledge and stamina in the music world. I want to thank HTS (Paul & Matt) who gave me hope and really believed in me & most of all the warm hospitality I received during my stay in Arkansah it was amazing, very hard to find here in LA.
KYLE, I read your message, you are so brave and strong and yes your dad is watching over you even more closely than you could imagine, I too lost my Dad earlier this year and its hard, but sometimes I feel him around me more than he was when alive. I include you and your mom in my nightly prayers that each days gets a little easier.
MATT, please keep me posted when the tribute for Paul will be, I look foward to seeing you all maybe in the New Year.
Maria (maria@mariabutterly.com)

This is what Martin Eisele said at the graveside service on October 18, 2003:

My name is Snidely Whiptrash. At least that’s what Paul has called me almost since I’ve known him. He had a penchant for giving people nicknames. When we were in law school, I thought his roommate was named Ben. It was two years later before I realized that Paul had nicknamed him after an Asian marital aid.

WWPD - when I was thinking of what to say, I thought What Would Paul Do? And that just raises all manner of visuals of Paul doing something crazy, doesn’t it? One friend has a lasting image of Paul with a fish bowl on his head at a party. We all have our stories.

I don’t believe that I am the one that should be up her today because there are many of you who have known Paul so much longer than I. So many of us have shared so many different parts of Paul’s life - so many stories, so many laugh’s, I can’t possibly find a starting point. So I’ll just throw out some stuff into the cosmos…

Paul was one of the most giving souls I have ever met. He could befriend anybody. About a month ago, he bought a brand new BMW motorcycle. I took him down to the store so he could pick it up, and before he cruised away, the guys at the BMW shop took his picture next to his new machine. Paul was so excited but he didn’t really want his picture taken. Even though he only met those guys a few times, he really had an impact on them. As we sit here, that bike sits by the front door of the store as a memorial with those picture’s of Paul. One time I called Paul to go to
a movie, but he said he couldn’t because he was cooking dinner for Jimmy, the neighborhood man who had been brain damaged years before due to a stroke. Paul wouldn’t do something with me, his friend, because he was making a new friend.

The world was Pauls’ family, but Paul’s family came first. Kyle, you were always the first and foremost in his life. Whenever I called Paul to go to a movie or see music and he was with Kyle, he would tell me he wasn’t available. When we did spend time together, he would always talk about how proud he was of her and how talented she was. I know that
whatever Kyle does, she will carry on Paul’s love for knowledge and caring. And hopefully just a little of his quirkiness.

 But Paul had love enough for everyone.

 Since I returned to LR and started my acupuncture clinic at the beginning of this year, Paul was the first one to come in. He wanted me to help him with some back pain he was having, and he insisted on paying me even though told him he could come any time for free. But I often felt
he came mainly to support me, like he supported all his friends by buying their art and their music. Each time he came in, he brought a cd so we could listen while he was on the table. When he told me he had to have heart surgery, I told him to come in so we could try to help him prepare. He came in on Monday morning the day before his surgery, and he brought the Yes cd “Close to the Edge”. I jokingly asked him if that was how he felt, and he laughed it off. We talked about John Anderson and Chris Squire and about the era of music of enchanted dreams. A few hours later he wrote the following passage, and sent it to Matt to be
posted on the HTS website:

 Alright now and all together folks, let us celebrate troll music’s greatest 35 years of Total Mass Retain!!!! From You and I to I and I, I must say yes yes yes you can can can graduate from the school of rock and
make the good stuff last for years. What I am trying to say hear folks is that the positive will always persevere over the negative. So go out and glean the facts, buy lots of your favorite groups music - Zuma to Alphaville. Know the Doctor is wandering around the edges of things with
his Orange Sunshine hat contemplating the welding of Halcyon on the city streets, and other wunders os the wurld. So crack me open and see what makes the man tick tock, tick tock……….ROCK 10-13-03

I really think that Paul knew he was going to step away to manage Hendrix, Janice, Lennon and Harrison, Zappa, and countless others. I can only hold him in my mind sitting at a table drinking a beer and enjoying the music.

I have never met anyone who could make so many subtle connections between things in our world. Paul, in his own quiet way, could hear and see the infinitely big and infinitely small details of synchronicity. Paul was in charge of keeping us informed, and he influenced all parts of my life. No matter what interesting movie I saw or album I bought, Paul could tell me some obscure fact about the story, the musicians, actors or producers. I learned so much from him, from Genesis to Government Conspiracies. I think I heard that Kyle once said to him, “Dad, I think you
just read too much.” I think if it weren’t for Paul, and Frank Zappa, I would be a republican today.

When Paul watched a movie, or listened to music, he GOT it. He understood. And he heard things we don’t hear. Last week we were talking about Richard Johnson’s cd Ouroborealis, and he asked me if I had heard the voices in the music. He told me they didn’t record any voices, but that they were there. He said, “It’s pretty weird.” I’ve spent some time at Paul’s house in the last few days, and I thought I would give you a sampling of what he was checking out when he before he went to the hospital:
By his bed, the books:
Shakey -Biography o Neil Young
A catalog for all manner of books on UFO’s and Govt Conspiracies
Beyond Belief - the Secret Gospel of Thomas
Teaching our Kids to Kill - about violence in the entertainment media
plus the Rock mags Q, Playback, and Mojo.
By his bedroom stereo: Interpol, Wishbone Ash, Kate Bush, CS Angels, Rickie Lee Jones, Frank Zappa, and the Easy Star All Stars a dub reggae version of Dark Side of the Moon called “Dub Side of the Moon”, which is where Paul is about now.
On his walls: a Jeff Davis painting, a painting of Inspector Clouseau, a Who flag and a picture of Bob Marley.
And of course, this was just in his bedroom.
  
Not only did I have the honor of being one of many of Paul’s friends, I was graced with the privilege of being at his side when he died. He bought two cd’s before going into the hospital for surgery: the new releases from Neil Young and Guided by Voices. Since he brought along his cd
player to the hospital, I thought he should be listening to music while he was resting after surgery. When Paul left our sphere, he was listening to a cd by Neil Young. This is a line from the song that was on at the time he decided to shift to a different realm:
“big wheel keep rollin’
  down on me
  one thing I can tell ya
  is you got to be free
  john lennon said that
  and I believe in love…”
     - neil young, devil’s sidewalk (greendale)

Paul believed in Love with a capital “L“. I can safely say that Paul loved his friends, and he knew we loved him.

Edited by author 11-03-2003 10:33 PM
Mr. Lovett was a very sweet man. Every time that I saw him, he always had a smile on his face. He was always saying something positive. Having played violin with Kyle and going to school with her, I grew to know Mr. Lovett. I would see him around school and at violin concerts cheering on Kyle. I would look over and see him smiling with pride and happiness. I know that he is watching Kyle and many others from above, cheering them on too. I attended the funeral with two of my friends, Samantha Stadter and Dylan Bulloch. It killed me to see all the people that cared and loved Mr. Lovett crying, especially Kyle. It was interseting to hear all of the stories about Mr. Lovett. It made me realize how important having my parents while they are still alive. I have really taken advantage in the past of having them alive. I now see the reality of not having a father or mother. Kyle is much stronger than I will ever be.

I'm paul's 12 year old daughter and I just wanted to say that he was the most loving and caring dad anyone would have had. Every wednesday and every other weekend I would go to my dads house and be spoiled. He let me be my self and I would always feel closer to him than anyone. I loved him so much and i really miss him. I now only have my mom and my grandmother(babbie(dads mom)). My mother loved him so much even though they were split up. He would come to her for comfort and she would do the same. My dad loved everyone a different way and i mean everyone. The night before the surgery was the last time i talked to him and he was ordering ice cream at a drive in. That really does sound like something dad would do. Laugh out lound. I really dont know what my life is going to be like after this but i do know everything is going to be okay. My dad sent me some signs that he was ok. That's how I know. The strongest one was the night he died I was hugging everyone in the parking lot and this big man on a white motorcycle with a white helmet on waved at me when i was hugging my mom and smiled really big and drove up into the parking lot. It showed me that he was having fun and he was ok. When I cry i am crying for me not anyone else. I am glad he is not in anymore terrible pain but i just wish he could have lived longer, much much much longer but it was his time damn it, it was his time. I thank all the people who have comforted me and my family and I love you all. I Love ya Da.

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Paul was my "unconditional" friend since 1990. At that time, I moved to Dallas and knew no one. Paul invited me over to his home to talk music...we talked for hours and hours and stopped only to comfort the cries of his newborn baby. He was funny...he mooned me the last time I saw him. He also said we were on the eve of a great change in our lives. He doesn't seem gone really.

Look. I'm a nobody. But I have this idea.
The idea that we only learn by what we see happen.
We only see Paul's passing becase it happened.
Think of all the grief and pain that exist in this life.
Now picture Paul beyond even our best ideas of that.
Not that it matters if there's a God anymore.
Who cares what people believe. If there is a God, a Creator, the Creator looks on the inside - beyond beliefs,
beyond pain and anxiety - and publishes such a marvelous reality as this: We are alive - and we learn through the pain of others - more so than our own pain - which, by the way exists not for us, but for those who will learn from it.

Paul I loved you from the minute I met you.
Thank you, Universe, for giving - and for taking away.

We cannot know what we take for granted
until it is gone. We cannot learn until we see.

I want to hurt more. I want to hurt real bad.
I want to see.

God opens doors.

Bless this holy fucking wreck of a world God, damnit.

Cheers.

I knew Paul as my brother-in-law for 15 years. In that time I grewn to love him as my own brother. Jacquie often said Paul and I had more in common than she and he did. Even though they broke up he will always be our "Uncle Pee Wee". I miss you Paul.

Edited by author 10-23-2003 11:52 PM
This is a note I received from Clebo Rainey, the Father of the Dallas Spoken Word scene, Master Poet, Musician, and former owner of Metamorphosis Records, where Paul worked and really got involved in New Wave and Punk music...Clebo was a great influence on both of our musical and cinematic tastes... not to mention the source of many additions to our vast collections of 45's, Ep's and LP's.

"I have been lucky to have met many talented and memorable folks along the way and I know Paul has a good place reserved for him in the Firmament . So to the spirits above I make this Prayer. That all may save the all and God may meet us there. Please give those Paul left behind my condolences and tell them that everyone just loved the kindness that Paul was full of and his love of music carried on to those around him and you as his dear friend Keep your head up and be thankful for every day of this fleeting life we all share. I will close now and pull up Pauls' picture on the internet and listen to some good music. I think Paul would like that. Goodnight and Good Luck.......Your Old Friend Mike(Clebo) Rainey October 17th 2003 early in the morning Earth minus One Good Soul...................who will...... be......... missed.

This was published in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette on October 17, 2003:

Paul Lovett Jr. : Music lover turned passion into profit

BY WERNER TRIESCHMANN ARKANSAS DEMOCRAT-GAZETTE

A genial, unassuming smalltown boy from McCrory, Paul Lovett Jr. turned his unabashed passion for music into a fulltime concern that set him on the course to wheeling and dealing with music industry big wigs and riding in shaky vans with young but hopeful rock bands as they crisscrossed the country trying to hit it big.
   "He was fearless," said Rod Bryan, one of the founders of Ho-Hum, a Little Rock band that Lovett managed for about six years in the 1990s. Lovett was key in helping the then-unknown act land a major label deal with Universal Records. The Gunbunnies, another Little Rock band that recorded for Virgin Records, were among countless acts that garnered Lovett’s attention and financial support.
   Paul Fehrentz Lovett Jr. died of a heart attack Wednesday night at St. Vincent Infirmary Medical Center. He was 45.
   "He was probably the most educated person about music that I ever met," said Kevin Kerby, former guitarist for Ho-Hum. "He knew about everything, from the worst garage band to classical music. His record collection was enormous. I don’t know where he kept it all."
   Early on in his life in Mc-Crory, Lovett played along on the drums with songs by David Bowie, The Who and Pink Floyd. His room was right next to the bathroom, and one day during a particularly heaving drumming session, his mother, Babbie, asked him to hold down the racket.
   "Did you know he put those drums in the storage room and never played them again?" his mother said. "I always felt guilty about that."
   But it was clear that Lovett was more comfortable behind the scenes.
   "He loved seeing people brought to the front," his mother said.
   In the early ’80s, Lovett got a law degree from the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville just to help him deal with the maze of music contracts. He never took the bar exam.
   "He always told me he was interested in the law to the extent that it had to do with music contracts and copyrights," friend Matt Barker said.
   HTS Recordings was the name of the label Lovett eventually established to help put the word out about rock bands he had seen at Vino’s, The Oyster Bar and other Little Rock clubs. Over the years, HTS has released records by The Magic Cropdusters, Kerby’s country-rock band Mulehead and the straight-ahead guitar rock of Go Fast, among others.
   There’s no doubt that one of Lovett’s most improbable achievements was helping Ho-Hum get noticed by Universal Records. It was quite a feat considering the thousands of bands hoping for the same thing.
   "One day we are watching a music executive on stage getting a Grammy," Bryan said. "The next day that same guy is in our apartment talking to us. [Lovett] was a real diplomat and a great interface for a young band that didn’t know how to deal with the industry. He was positive to the point where he gave it all away."
   Lovett’s thirst for new music knew no bounds and crossed all genres. He was constantly ordering new records from Amazon or picking them up from Bryan’s downtown record store, Anthro-Pop.
   "His persona was sort of as this bumpkin from McCrory," Kerby said. "That was kind of his front. He was a lot smarter than you knew. Probably a lot smarter than we’ll ever know now."

Several people have asked me to post a written version of what I said at the graveside service for Paul that was held Saturday, October 18, 2003, in McCrory, Arkansas. I hesitate to do that. Words, mine especially, seemed inadequate then, and still do. But I yield to the wishes of those who asked, particularly those who couldn't make it. Thanks to those who could and did come over. It meant a lot to his family and other friends. Here's more or less what I said:

Hello. My name is Matt Barker. We're here today to celebrate the life of Paul Lovett. On behalf of Paul's family, I thank you for coming.

Over 20 years ago, I was in law school in Fayetteville. I didn't know very many people. My first real friend there was Martin Eisele, from whom you'll hear in a minute.

I had noticed, in classes and around school, this big red-headed guy. If he wasn't wearing a baseball cap, he had bedhead, bad, with his hair sticking out in every direction. He always seemed to be wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He had glasses even thicker than mine (and that's going some), and he held them on his head with a bunch of rubber bands all tied together. The rubber bands weren't even all the same color. I think there was some tape involved, too.

To the extent I thought about this guy at all, I frankly thought he was some kind of goof. I mean, sartorial elegance isn't exactly my thing either, but sweats EVERY DAY? (I realized later my impression had been wrong; he also wore the polo shirts that Nanny sent, by the bale, I think.) With either flip-flops or some completely beat-up Converse All-Stars? And those crazy glasses to finish the look. Anyhow, I couldn't figure this guy.

Then one day, Martin told me about someone he'd met and thought I should meet. He said this fellow, Paul Lovett, was a really cool guy, who knew lots about music. I was a big music fan and was anxious to meet him. I was sick of thinking about torts and contracts and listening to my own lousy record collection. I was surprised when this Paul Lovett turned out to be that same oddball I'd noticed.

It was the first of many surprises. Paul seemed to know ALL about music, of every genre and time. He had an astounding record collection, mostly by artists and groups I'd never heard of and probably would never have heard of otherwise. He read and recommended books of all kinds, and we started talking at length about an endless variety of fiction, culture, philosophy, religion, science, you name it. We never did stop doing that.

I think Paul had the first VCR I ever saw outside a catalog. It was about the size of a refrigerator. But he wasn't watching Saturday Night Fever or time-shifting Three's Company. He had Herzog movies like Fitzcarraldo and Aguirre and Kaspar Hauser. Stuff like The Manchurian Candidate and Dr. Strangelove. And of course what may have been his favorite movie, Harvey, with Jimmy Stewart.

He had at least a few pieces of real art on his walls, whereas my own decor consisted mostly of posters of attractive young women in swimsuits, posing with bottles of beer. Paul even had a sculpture of his own making, the Flourescent Chillrod.

Don't get me wrong. Our little circle wasn't a bunch of eggheads or culture snobs. We almost wore out the back yard at Paul's apartment, the Ghetto Palace, playing hacky sack. We went to concerts and the movies. We rode around aimlessly in his car, the Ghetto Cruiser, with a six-pack of Heineken and a couple of Slim Jims. We ate ribs at Herman's, and talked to Herman about Levon Helm. We played pool on Dickson Street. Once in a while, we even discussed some law.

And we laughed our asses off. You all know, Paul had a fine and outrageous sense of humor, with a dry delivery followed by a wild and infectious laugh. I've never known anyone more fun to be with.

I was excited by Paul's music ventures, which he had going even then, and earlier I believe. He was working with bands like the ManBoys and 86, and releasing their music on OHP Records. I was impressed with his knowledge of just what he wanted to do with his life, and the nerve, the fidelity to his own path, he demonstrated in not waiting around for his life and his work to begin. He was seizing the day while the sun still shone. He was a really cool guy, indeed.

Those were great days, and there were many that followed. I will always be grateful to Martin for introducing me to Paul, and I'll always be a little ashamed of myself for initially judging Paul's book by his cover.

Over time, as I got to know Paul better and better, I came to understand his inattention to clothes and the like. He cared deeply about other people, but he wasn't burdened by worry about what they might think about him. He was mostly at peace with himself and with the world, because he was living the right way, doing the next right thing. He mostly wasn't plagued with resentment, anger or fear, because he usually wasn't thinking primarily about what was in it for Paul Lovett. Instead, he was thinking about helping along a young artist, consoling and cheering a friend in distress, making a new friend, raising and cherishing his beloved daughter Kyle, just generally putting more into the stream of life. He understood that we are here to help others.

Paul put that understanding into practice every day. I won't ask for a show of hands, but I do ask each of you to think back, to see if you can remember Paul doing you some kindness, or giving you some present that was just for you, something that clearly demonstrated his love and affection for YOU, as a unique individual. I expect most or all of us have those memories.

Paul was not a great participant in the rituals of organized religion. But he was a deeply spiritual person, forever seeking and loving Jah. He didn't just believe in God, he had an abiding faith in a loving and benevolent God who cared for him, gave him strength. I know he had that faith not because he told me so over and over, but from the way he lived. He lived every day like it might be his last, not waiting until tomorrow to start life, looking at today as only preliminary to tomorrow.

I've been told, and I believe, that fear is just the absence of faith. Well, Paul lived and loved fearlessly, not concerned that by loving others he might open himself to hurt, not constrained in life by others' ideas of convention. Paul's faith was real. And it was right. There is no doubt in mind, Paul walks with God today.

So let's remember the happy times. Paul would want us to be happy, joyous and free. As I know he'd say if he were physically here with us today, "Rock on!"

I received the news about Paul on Tuesday, and Chris Maxwell confirmed it this morning. I was shocked to hear the sad news.
Paul's ambition & excitement towards music was like no other. When he presented me with something, it was for real.
I wish there were more Paul's in the music business.
I'll link the website at my site at www.selektosteve.com
Paul, on your new journey, if you happen to run into Discount Jack, tell him the gang says "Hey".

Edited by author 10-21-2003 02:49 PM
Paul: my lifelong friend, by my side, always and unconditionally. My touchstone, my constant, my confidant; a true friend among friends. Though I will continue to grieve for you and miss you – I know you will remain by my side.

"There are no rules anymore,
 The stars are unpredictable,
  The tides have betrayed the puzzled moon.
 I have learned to loathe the imperturbable sun
  That refused to heal you.
Were there a gentle, loving God
 With any function save madness on the earth
  He would know that your departure
   Is beyond all replacement.
  He would have taken a life grown stale,
   A weary, embittered heart,
Not the brave and brilliant spirit of an unlived life.
I have died before, but never like this.
 Finally I am left alone
  To find solace for my own pain
 Without a hint of wisdom or the least recourse,
For there are no rules anymore."
     James Kavanaugh

The Wisdom of Chauncey. That would be a good title for a book about Paul Lovett. Or how about,The Prophet Pauly? (I'm gonna write this rave style 'cos I know that's the way Pauly likes to read and write.) I can't say how many times Paul would say something and I would think "he's lost it this time" only to find out a year or so later that he was just thinking ahead of the rest of the planet. Crazy today and a visionary tomorrow. Well I guess it's tomorrow now. Pauly told me that George W. Bush would be the next president two years before he was even considered a candidate. He also painted a grim picture of the world with Bush at the helm. I don't see many people arguing with that assessment. I went with Paul to the UFO convention in Eureka Springs one year for a goof. What I thought would be a bunch of wackos was actually quite a large gathering of concerned environmentalists who were talking about some very real issues. Paul often talked about the relationship between jet plane contrails,weather patterns and the government, to which I thought "he's nuts." Check out this link:
http://www.oriononline.org/pages/om/03-5om/Rasmussen.html
Ok, now who's the crazy one?
Oh yeah... music.
King Tubby, Ronnie Lane, Henry Threadgill, Thelonius Monk, the Jesus Lizard, the Minutemen, Junior Murvin, Nick Drake... all essential recommendations that litter my record collection, all suggested by the Prophet Pauly. Man do I wish we had recorded some of the conversations we had up in that office when we were plotting our world takeover. I was still planning on having many more with you Chauncey. We never did make that dub record we were gonna get around to either. Thanks for showing me how to live life. You finally have the audience you deserve.

This week, I lost my brother. After faith and family, the true loves of my life have been art, music and cinema.. Not mere hobbies, but an obsession. For 20 years, there was only 1 person who truly understood this. Someone who could understand the pleasure that a book, a song, a film or concert could bring. Someone with a encyclopedic knowledge and an unquenchable thirst for both the old and the new. That person was Paul. As we grew older, we probably knew less and less about each other’s lives and family, we had no time for that. When we spoke, we talked of art, of books, of ideas, of music and of film. It seemed we could finish each other’s sentences. There was never enough time and always something new. The mailman delivering a package from Little Rock or McCrory was better than Christmas. And I took great pleasure in sending him my latest discoveries, as I knew he would truly appreciate them. So here’s to Herzog and Cronenberg, Gabriel and the Ramones, Moorcock and Fuller. From SMU to Metamorphosis, to OHP, I could go on for hours sharing the joy, the education, and the friendship Paul gave me. Rastaman Paul, I will never forget you. There is a hole in my life that will never again be filled. I will miss you forever. God bless you Paul..

Wow...I just got the news from a mutual friend and I am shocked and saddened. Paul and I were never all that close but I had great respect for him as someone who could raise his finger to the suit-and-tied world of corporate America and still carve out his own comfortable niche delivering music from the hearts and minds of its performers to the hungry ears of Arkansas and beyond. Paul and I didn't get off on the right foot when we first met (no one's fault but my own) but I eventually came around to the realization that Paul really was a genuine, honest, kind-hearted, unpretentious, flat-out good guy and this is exactly how I will remember him.

Thank you Tom, Mike and Jeff for posting, and thank you Michael for setting up this board and the rest of the memorial page. I encourage all of you who knew Paul to add to this board, and to email me (matt@hts.us) pictures of Paul that we can add to the pictures page. I also hope to see you in McCrory Saturday (see http://www.htsrecordings.com for times and places.

Also please check the site in the coming weeks as we plan and stage a musical celebration of Paul's life and work. If you're a musician who worked with Paul and would like to participate, please contact me.

The first message on this board is from Paul. It is his last "rave" and was written Monday morning, October 13. After Michael revamped the HTS site in early 2002, Paul started writing periodic short takes on some of the things that were on his mind. He wrote about a dozen that were posted on the site. You can read them at http://www.htsrecordings.com/rave.html.

Paul, my business partner, my music guru, my bandmate, my running buddy, my friend: I'm grateful to have known you for so long. Thanks for all the great times and wise counsel. I miss you.

Paul was a great guy...a really nice person. He had a different way of seeing the world and that's why he appreciated my artwork. You don't run into many souls like him on this earth....I feel fortunate to have know him for the time I did and I'm saddened by his departure.

he made it possible for a great record to be made, created an open venue and good vibe for the task at hand, encouraged and egged on, enjoyed, enthused and supported - completely lending over his love of the sport and passion for the play.

thanks pl

Paul Lovett-
A man of pure heart. His belief in the unbelievable and passion for music and the artists he worked with were unbounding. He now has the distinct pleasure to swap stories and trade jibes with Miles, Jimi, John, George, Jim, Warren, and Elvis. Rock on Paul Lovett, the world is a better place having had you in it. May his family endure and share in the comfort that Paul is in a better place. Although, I hadn't spoken to him in some time, I'll always treasure his spirit and committment to his beliefs.

Alright now and all together folks, let us celebrate troll music's
greatest 35 years of Total Mass Retain!!!! From And You and I to I and
I ,I must say yes yes yes you can can can graduate from the school of
rock and make the good stuff last for years. What I am trying to get
across hear is that the positive will always persevere over the
negative. So go out and glean the facts, buy lots of your favorite
groups music-Zuma to Alphaville. Know the Doctor is in wandering around
the edges of things with his Orange Sunshine hat contemplating the
welding of Halcyon on the city streets, and other wunders of the wurld.
So crack me open and see what makes the man tick tock, tick
tock........... Rock 10-13-03