You may have noticed in the last few issues of the news I’ve been asking folks to send in Rick Hulett memories.
Rick, a well-known and much-loved member of the music community, died on April 22.
Rick’s five-year struggle with a rare cancer surely would test anyone’s strength and willpower — but he chose to press through the ordeal by playing music and surrounding himself with family and friends.
Thanks to all who sent in your memories, I’ll devote a few columns to this throughout May, and they’ll be online, too.
I think the first time I saw Rick play was in 1996, on that elevated stage at Big Horse Brew Pub, and I remember wondering, how the heck do you get your stuff up there? — Jim Drake
One of my dearest memories of Rick Hulett is that of mentor. I asked Rick if he would speak to my son Jordan Moore who was deeply interested in working in the recording industry. Rick suggested meeting with Jordan and I at his studio in Bingen, Wash. When we arrived, we found out that Rick had had a particularly difficult day with his cancer symptoms. We would have rescheduled our meeting in a heartbeat, yet Rick never asked us to. He described the educational needs of a recording engineer as well as the physical aspects — how very important it is to protect one’s hearing in that environment. What he showed Jordan went beyond what he told him. He put aside his own needs and his own pain to share his precious time. He showed him that he cared to meet a young man he did not know, he thoughtfully put together a well informed discussion for him and he offered to mentor him further. He left a remarkable impression on my son.
To me Rick was incredible inspiration, inspiration of how to live Life. To me Rick was inspiration of Love, of how Love transcends. Transcends all obstacles put in the way and still it continues to grow. Forever in my mind and heart I will see that smile, that twinkle of the eye, hear that incredible mastery of music and continue to be inspired by that passion for life. Bigfoot Lives Forever!