A Musical Friendship
November 22, 2020
by David Pengra
I met Sean shortly after he arrived at OWU, in 1998 or '99. There was a group of us younger faculty who would lunch regularly at the Brown Jug restaurant in Delaware. I don't remember how it came up, but somehow I learned that he liked to play guitar and I mentioned that I played bass and was always up for a jam with nearly anyone.
He invited my family to their house for dinner, and to bring my bass. We met Anna Marie, Cria and Siobhan (who was just a baby then). I was very excited to play. Most musician friends I know are the same way: define "fun" and it will involve playing music together. After dinner, we sat in their living room, he started into some blues, I dug in, and we both knew we had found a musical partner pretty much immediately.
I've always been happy just to play with friends and prior to playing with him, I'd performed only sporadically. But Sean was a born performer. He knew dozens, actually hundreds, of songs. The Grateful Dead, of course, but also most of the covers that the Grateful Dead performed, like "Mama Tried" by Merle Haggard and "Well Alright" by Buddy Holly. Plus songs by the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, CSNY, the Eagles, Paul Simon, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, and on and on.
Sean had the idea to play a semi-regular show at a local bar near campus, the Backstretch. It was popular with students and they would even pay us. We worked up three sets to play from 9 to midnight. We called ourselves "The Professors", and with an eye towards attracting OWU students to check us out, put up a few posters around campus. Sean talked it up too (this was before facebook). It worked: the place was packed, on a weeknight.
Sean encouraged me as a performer as no one else had done. He liked for me to take some bass solos and also to sing (I am NOT a singer.) I appreciated his willingness to let me screw up, even onstage.
We played shows every month or two for the next few years. Sean always had new songs to try out. Many of these I had heard but never played, and others were completely new to me. Sean knew how to play guitar in a way that carried almost a full arrangement on just six strings. He had a strong sense of rhythm and time and could get the place rocking with only him and my bass (no drums). I remember someone remarking that our sound was "almost orchestral." He also had a good sense of how to pace a set, and how to build excitement through segues (one song leading into another without a break). Sean used to joke about a group of students, "Professorheads," who made a point to come to our shows.
A few memories from the Backstretch: "Here Comes the Sun" a few days after George Harrison died; Neil Young's "Let's Roll" in our first show after the 9/11 attacks; my son Evan (about 5 years old) sipping on a complimentary Shirley Temple (loaded up with 5 or 6 Maraschino cherries) while we played his favorite song "Mama Tried"; and the Grateful Dead's "Ripple" when Sean got the whole bar to sing along at the end, "La la la daa daa ...," filling the room with that great communal warmth, with the gift that music can bring.
Others who played with Sean or saw him perform will know what I am talking about: his all-in commitment to a song, his talent, skill and charisma as a performer, and his generosity of spirit. I am heartbroken for his family and his many friends, colleagues and students who will miss him. The memory of his music will live on in us.
He invited my family to their house for dinner, and to bring my bass. We met Anna Marie, Cria and Siobhan (who was just a baby then). I was very excited to play. Most musician friends I know are the same way: define "fun" and it will involve playing music together. After dinner, we sat in their living room, he started into some blues, I dug in, and we both knew we had found a musical partner pretty much immediately.
I've always been happy just to play with friends and prior to playing with him, I'd performed only sporadically. But Sean was a born performer. He knew dozens, actually hundreds, of songs. The Grateful Dead, of course, but also most of the covers that the Grateful Dead performed, like "Mama Tried" by Merle Haggard and "Well Alright" by Buddy Holly. Plus songs by the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young, CSNY, the Eagles, Paul Simon, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, and on and on.
Sean had the idea to play a semi-regular show at a local bar near campus, the Backstretch. It was popular with students and they would even pay us. We worked up three sets to play from 9 to midnight. We called ourselves "The Professors", and with an eye towards attracting OWU students to check us out, put up a few posters around campus. Sean talked it up too (this was before facebook). It worked: the place was packed, on a weeknight.
Sean encouraged me as a performer as no one else had done. He liked for me to take some bass solos and also to sing (I am NOT a singer.) I appreciated his willingness to let me screw up, even onstage.
We played shows every month or two for the next few years. Sean always had new songs to try out. Many of these I had heard but never played, and others were completely new to me. Sean knew how to play guitar in a way that carried almost a full arrangement on just six strings. He had a strong sense of rhythm and time and could get the place rocking with only him and my bass (no drums). I remember someone remarking that our sound was "almost orchestral." He also had a good sense of how to pace a set, and how to build excitement through segues (one song leading into another without a break). Sean used to joke about a group of students, "Professorheads," who made a point to come to our shows.
A few memories from the Backstretch: "Here Comes the Sun" a few days after George Harrison died; Neil Young's "Let's Roll" in our first show after the 9/11 attacks; my son Evan (about 5 years old) sipping on a complimentary Shirley Temple (loaded up with 5 or 6 Maraschino cherries) while we played his favorite song "Mama Tried"; and the Grateful Dead's "Ripple" when Sean got the whole bar to sing along at the end, "La la la daa daa ...," filling the room with that great communal warmth, with the gift that music can bring.
Others who played with Sean or saw him perform will know what I am talking about: his all-in commitment to a song, his talent, skill and charisma as a performer, and his generosity of spirit. I am heartbroken for his family and his many friends, colleagues and students who will miss him. The memory of his music will live on in us.