I first met Buc in 1985 in Dallas. We both worked at "Throckmorton Mining Co." He as a DJ and I the Doorman. It was his first professional DJ job and as it turned out, the start of something that would become phenomenal. I would sit and listen for hours in amazement and felt the connection immediately. He played the songs that later became those "unknown" songs we could not live without. Yes, even then he always found the songs that no one else could or would play. Who else would play Fleetwood Mac or Bryan Ferry in a bar? Throckmorton was not a dance bar, which at that time gave Buc far greater arena to play things you could never imagine. I tried to find and buy every record he would play, and treasure each of them to this day. It was here I first witnessed the "Buc phenomenon". Me as well as others would congregate around the booth and "jig" as the music played. You just couldn't help it.....it was addictive. He was musically the first person I could relate to entirely. Those days were the best and happiest times I can remember. (except for some great parties that have been mentioned here). I am so glad that I was able to witness his career and friendship for over 15 years. The most amazing thing is that the qualities in him and his music never changed. Thanks Buc, for letting me grow up with you. ..................David Cox BUC , THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC .... YOU WILL TRUELY BE MISSED . LOVE , FRIZZELL Fellow Music Lovers, The loss of Buc is a huge one for me personally and for our community. Buc's musical genius and great spirit of generosity continues to play an enormous role in my life. My first time hearing Buc spin was at a Phoenix Rising party after White Party in 1995. It was the first time I experienced the power of music to heal and reconnect us with love. Friends I met that night became part of my family and invited me back to Miami to hear Buc at the Winter Party and to Fire Island for the Morning Party. Dancing to Buc's music at the Pavillion was like going on a great adventure of the heart and spirit. It was on Buc's last performance that week that something truly magical happened. I connected with Rafael, a man I love very much, and currently share my life with in El Portal. Six months later I moved from San Francisco to Miami and began a journey to find work I was passionate about. Buc's music and spirit were a great influence on my decision to join with others to create events such as Winter Party, Communion, and Phoenix Rising. Buc, we'll miss you and your laughter and music. Music that reminded us that life's greatest gift is to give and receive love. Wishing Buc love and light on his journey. .......................Craig Smith, Village of El Portal EVEN THOUGH I ONLY GOT TO MEET YOU ONE TIME A FEW YEARS AGO, YOUR MUSIC HAS BEEN VERY INSPIRATIONAL TO ME! I AM BLESSED TO MEET YOU AND ENJOY YOUR PERSONALITY ALSO! PLEASE WATCH ALL OVER US AND KEEP US SAFE! ............DJ ADAM METTS, DALLAS, TEXAS My first time on a BUC DANCE FLOOR, was at a Phoenix Rising Party in Miami... Several years ago. I had surely one of my best dancing nights ever... The music truly transported me to another place and time. It was as if I was back on the dance floor of The Saint... Or Paradise Garage... Or Moonshadow or Twelve West... Doing my trademark jumping and spinning.. Twirling around the floor. I didn't actually get off the floor the entire night. Everyone, the whole party in fact, was dancing the whole night... Almost hypnotized by the magic in the mix. In the morning, as Buc eased into his very own special brand of Morning Music, my groove was set... I really was twenty years younger... on a dance floor of a long ago club in The City... I hadn't even realized, as someone approached me to say that they were closing, that the music had in fact stopped. I was still twirlin=g round the floor... All alone, the last reveler. I danced on over toward the DJ booth (where earlier I had introduced myself, and gave my great thanks to the maestro), and Buc was in fact, packing up his records... He looked up at me and smiled, and said "The music is over"... I was beaming... and said :Not in my head it's not". I danced out the door of the club... Danced into the lobby of my hotel... Past the smiling desk clerk... Danced into my room... Grabbed some sunglasses, danced out the door and across the street... And danced all the way down the beach, over a mile... Beaming at everyone, with the most wonderful magical beat still moving my feet, and firing my imagination. A new BUC-HEAD was born. Thanks Buc, for the MUSIC... And no it's not over... Not in my head it's not. LOVE TO YOU BUC. FOREVER. .....................Jim Cox, Ft. Lauderdale I knew Buc back in the days of Sanctuary, in the early 90's. I travelled to Atlanta to listen Buc spin for a small crowd, and we would not leave the dance floor for hours. It was then that I learned that a good DJ can take you places and give you experiences without ever leaving the dance floor. I would travel up to Fire Island to listen to him play at an after party on the day of the Morning party. He always was fantastic, and very creative. It is a great loss to our dance community to lose Buc but his legacy is the music he taught us to enjoy. .....................Marty Nichols, Washington, D.C. A moment in time A moment in time… As life scatters for soaring beauty Waves of thumping base crumble foundations, I wonder what song will be next. Watching the sea of dance, Our captain moves us til this day… Gracefully. ...................Sean Michael Kenny A Personal Memory of Buc I went to Fire Island for the first and only time in August 1997 for "Morning Party Weekend." This was a month after my father had died in the middle of the Twin Cities-Chicago AIDS Ride, which I had decided to do in his honor. My father was a very difficult, complex and hard to love man who, in his last couple of years, his body ravaged by emphysema and heart ailments, realized the mistakes he had made, and how he had hurt his wife and children a great deal, and then tried to make amends for it, deeply regretting most of his adult life. I knew this about my Dad, and it was ripping me apart inside. I needed to do something. A friend invited me to join him for the weekend as his guest on Fire Island. So, I went there to get away from it all. One of the things I remember is jogging back to my friend's house after dinner at a Chicago couple's home. Down the endless, snaking boardwalk I ran, through the Pines in the pouring rain, absolutely drenched, thinking about all kinds of stuff, just starting to unwind, and allowing myself to smile a little. At the Pavilion Sunday night, Buc was absolutely on fire. People were literally mesmerized. He played a song that, given my state at the time, affected me deeply and helped me so much. Buc wouldn't have known me from a hole in the ground. I wasn't a circuit regular. I wasn't popular, socially prominent, rich or beautiful. I was just another one of thousands of regular guys who had danced to his music over the years. And there was no way at all he could have known what was going on in my life. When I heard the first notes of "I Have Peace" by Strike come over the speakers at an enthralling volume, I knew right away that it was unlike anything I had ever heard before. I knew it was going to be something very special. And it was. That song lifted me up and carried me away. I felt so wonderful and relaxed because it all made me feel that maybe now my father was finally, finally at peace. This is just another example of how Buc's amazing and often spiritual music was able to move so many people, in so many different ways. I am sure he had no idea who I was, what I was going through, or what that song did for me. But I will never forget that experience. I felt that, maybe, just that one night, somehow, he knew me, and he played that song just for me. Thank you, Buc. May you rest in "Peace." ...................Tom Hunter, Chicago