I'm sure Mr. Crumb doesn't remember me after all the folks he's met in his life, but I remember him well and have always been a fan of his work. Kathy Goodell, an ex-girlfriend who appeared in the film about him, "CRUMB", was my roommate in Sacramento many years ago. I got to chat with Robert on several occasions and I always wonder if there are images of me in some of his old sketchbooks. He was ALWAYS drawing.

Ahh Crumb! I have kept a picture of Mr. Natural in my wallet for 35 years. I'm looking at it now.
"Quest into the unknown!"
The good ole days must have been good. I don't remember them.
Craig

As much as I adore his artwork .. and general taste in music.. I could hardly stomach the documentary Crumb.. which displayed a truly disturbed/ tormented man.. and truly an artistic genius.. .. very well done, but I'd have preferred to know less about the psyche and demons and more about the art...

He surely established an artistic ( illustration ) style and perspective of a whole generation of viusal art lovers... an ideology in ink..

G.

G.

Not sure how to add pics directly to post, but hopefully the above link will work. It's the only Crumb I have of an accordion.

I knew Robert from Clayton Street in the Haight, circa 1968. We lived in flats next to each other -- 725 and 729. After that, Robert, his wife Dana, my girlfriend Trina and I shared a house in Diamond Heights for a year.

He was a great friend -- another guy from Cleveland, and a gas to hang with. We were so broke at one point, he drew up "Snatch Comics," got it printed at Rip Off Press, and I took 1,000 copies and sold them all to the porno and head shops around S.F.... -L-

Janis and her BTS Porsche, Spain Rodriguez , Robert Shelton and the other loonies, the 60s hippie Golden Gate Park thing, all sorts of stuff comes to mind.

I worked the night shift at Rincon Annex of the USPO. The hipster white dudes loaded the trucks, and the cool African-American guys drove the delivery routes with us in the back to unload the bags.

We'd be done by 2:30 a.m., so we'd go to these all-night clubs in the Fillmore. The other white guy -- my good guitar buddy Dave Halperin --and I were the only members of the Caucasian persuasion, but we had great times, and I heard some killer music. When I got home on my day off, Dana would give me one of her wonderful diet pills and I'd be up 48 hours...

Aaahhhh...sweet youth! -L-

Robert and Dana moved to Potter Valley, and I went solo to Mendocino. Haven't seen him in 35 years, but I still count him as an old friend...

That wouldn't have been one of those great purples?

Ask Owsley... -L-

I know Jimmi Hendricks had a song on the Purple