Playing with Max, you knew what it must have felt like playing with the greats, because Max was one of them. The knowledge that he passed on to those of us that had the privilege of playing with him was invaluable and he made us all better. He made us know what it was like to play with Robert Jr, Muddy and those guys. Max would never let you off the hook, if the music was going and you were in over your head, he would push you to the next level. He made us better than we are. Off stage his insight and advice, whether you wanted to hear it or not, was always true.
As a friend, he was one of the most solid, fair, and reliable person I’ve ever known. Funny, intelligent and honorable, wrapped in a cheeky curmudgeoned façade. How often did we hear an exaggerated rant, but when the smoke cleared (the smoke coming out of his ears…) we had to admit he was spot on.
Now as I write this, I can’t fully comprehend how much I will miss him and how much he meant to me, all I can say is that I will never be the same without him and I already miss him more that I can explain.
Goodbye my friend, I will miss you, I love you. Rest in peace.