![]() Every time we talked, he wanted to make sure I was doing well. Eddie was the only person to text me good luck.Įddie was more family to me than my own. He was excited for my decision and wished me good luck on my adventure. The morning of my departure, I’m sitting at the airport terminal waiting for my flight and I get a text from Eddie. Don’t ask me why I thought Texas or Cadillac, it just seemed like a good idea to try. It’s only our canvas that changes.Ī few years back, I tried moving to Texas. I even analyzed his songwriting to better understand the art of creation.Įddie Money and writer Chris Shapiro before Money’s concert at the House of Blues in Cleveland, Ohio.Īll artist are the same. With him allowing me to interview and review him, I took my craft to the next level. In fact, I learned how to write from Eddie. I would share my scripts and various writings with him to which he encouraged me to keep with my writing, always telling me that I had a gift. That’s what Money was about, family, friends and fans.Īfter I graduated from college and started working, Eddie and I kept in touch. “Gobble, gobble, Happy Turkey Day – E$,” His reply read once followed with a picture of his family. I would always text him on the major holidays and I always got a response. ![]() In between spoon full bites of Tiramisu, he spoke about how lucky he was to marry his, “beautiful southern belle” and have the family he did.Īnother time, it was his one son’s birthday and while on stage, after the encore, he called his son and wished him happy birthday with the audience. Eddie goes on his phone and is showing me pictures of Laurie, his wife, and his kids. I was in the dressing room with Eddie and his band after the first show and Eddie invited me to eat dinner with them. One time, Eddie was doing back to back shows at Tangiers in Akron, Ohio. He loved to talk about sports, and tell jokes, “stop by the t-shirt counter and take a picture with me. That always stuck with me through the years because Eddie himself was such a normal guy. I remember him telling me when he toured with the Rolling Stones that, to him, they were a bunch of normal guys when they were off stage. But as I got to know him, the interviews stopped and the conversation between two friends began. My college professors nicknamed me “Cameron Crowe” and I nicknamed Eddie “the Godfather.”Īt first, it was about interviews and reviews of the shows. From there, our friendship took off and every time he came to the Tri-State area for I show, I was there. ![]() Being a journalism major, I ventured to ask for an interview with Eddie. As I look back, it was a plot point in our friendship timeline.Ībout ten months later Eddie had another show in Pittsburgh, my hometown. Yet, it introduced me to my rock and roll idol. It was nothing more than a handshake and friendly greeting. I met Eddie that night through a VIP backstage ticket. To the disappointment of my manager, I gave up the overtime hours, called off and drove out to see the show. I was working in local grocery store and scheduled to mop and wax the floors one night, the same night Eddie had a show in Youngstown, Ohio. Fast forward several years and as college student, my dorm constantly echoed with the songs of Eddie and it was during my college years that I first met him. His pop style lyrics and deep rooted rock core was a perfect blend of music to grow up on. I fell in love with his bluesy, rock sound. I choose to remember the man I knew, the man who was Money.Įddie’s music has been a part of my life from early adolescence ever since my mother brought home Eddie Money Super Hits. The world may remember Eddie Money for his score of Top-40 pop hits, platinum albums and musical successes. I knew a man who was devoted to his fans. The world knew an early MTV and later reality TV star. The world knew the singer of “Two Tickets to Paradise.” I knew a friend. I knew a man who dearly loved his family.
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