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