Late November 2004 at the Tam ‘O Shanter restaurant in Atwater, friends of Jac Zinder remembered his mordant presence and ahead-of-the-curve accomplishments as club impresario of Third Eye and Fuzzyland, as well as music writer for the L.A. Weekly. The word of mouth brought a fairly big crowd because of Zinder’s place in a lot of people’s lives. It had been ten years since Jac died in the Thanksgiving car accident on Sunset Boulevard that threw us all for a loop. Zinder was a close friend. We had some of the same kinds of problems. I still miss his sense of disturbing, dark humor, combined in a way with low Catskills Jewish schtick. I’ve never quite seen it duplicated, and in increasingly rarer moments, I still really miss it.
Jon Huck and I almost booked a 96-year-old ukelele player for the Tam I'd seen at Taix Lounge—an act Jac’s friends could richly appreciate—but the performer, Bill Tapia (who used to entertain U.S. troops in Hawaii), wanted more than I thought we could afford in a pass-the-hat kind of gig.