My father, Henry Chick was a Dixieland jazz drummer back in the 50's in Marianna, FL. He was stationed at Graham Air Force base as an instructor, having flown combat in the Pacific. He and some fellow pilots formed a pretty good little band and played at the officers club and local parades, etc. Anyway, I learned to appreciate the role of the drummer in jazz music as a small boy. Around 2003 or so, I started attending the Sweet and Hot Music Festival in LA with my Dad and Mom. Some of the venues there are very small and intimate, one of which was the Hangover Room, or something like that. I sat within a few feet of Dick and was literally mesmerized by his talent. The first time I saw him do that thing where he would strike the hi-hats from underneath, I flipped out. He was always so congenial and nice to my Mom, who idolized him and followed him wherever he went. She always insisted on getting her picture taken with him and he humbly obliged. He was by far and away the most sought after drummer and was always there when the best of the best were assembled on stage. I was heart-broken when I found out about the Sweet and Hot being cancelled, but in all honesty, it wouldn't have been the same without him. May he rest in peace, knowing how much joy he spread in his time.