In Memory of

Buster Newberry

From Big Dave

Baxter...I love ya Man. Every time I think of you 
praying for my kids and me makes me cry. God has recruited 
not only the best damn musician available...But he's got 
himself one of the loyalists friends as well. I will miss you 
forever. We will take care of Shirley. She will be loved 
and cared for by all of us in your music and church Families. 
Remember to save me a seat...When I finish my job here 
we will see each other again.

Love,

Big Dave

Danny Leece
(Donna's Grandson, Danny and Buster used to watch
morning Cartoons together when Danny was very little.)


i know we didnt  get to be together that much but u 
are one of the reasons i am so intrested in music 
growing up with u inspired me to be a musician and 
when im a famous rocker I'll dedicate a song for you 
I'll miss you Buster

Linda (The Bitch is Back)

Buster; I am to late to leave you this message....
You will be miss so much. I love you and you will 
always be in my heart.

Love ya Bro.

Your Sis; Linda (The Bitch is Back)

Kimberly Leece

Buster,

I remember when my daughter Melody passed away, 
you and I sat in the studio and you sang a John Lennon 
song just for her.  I wish I had words like that to 
send to you, but all I can do is hope that you have 
finally met her and you two are watching over all of us.  
I miss you and love you.  You are and always will 
have a special place in my heart.

Love,

Kimberly

Big Dave, March 5, 2007

Baxter...

Sunday was great. We did ya proud. All the gang...
(Well...Most of the gang...But you know who flaked) 
came out to play for you. You could feel the love 
in the room like never before.

Man do I miss you. I turn around about 5 times 
a day and think I'm gonna call you and tell you 
something funny that happened...Then I 
remember...

Sunday evening was really hard for me. I thought 
I was stronger then that...But After we took 
Shirley home and she and I started talking I 
really broke down. I just couldn't get around the 
fact of how final this all of a sudden felt. 
I felt like such an idiot...But the kids, Lori and 
Shirley wrapped me in Shirley's prayer shawl and 
we got through it.

Did you know that Johnny Barnett called me 
from Bakersfield at The Spare room on Sunday 
just so could be a part of the celebration of your 
life? What a thoughtful guy...I've always liked Johnny...

Cheri flew back home this evening. She and Shirley 
sure comforted each other this week. They have 
really formed a bond. And it was nice to see 
Travis again. I promise to stay in touch with him 
and let him know all of the great things that 
I know about his Dad.   

Well Baxter...I better go for now...I'll write 
more some other time.

I love ya man,

Big Dave

Big Dave, March 12, 2007

Baxter...
Hey Baxter, Just wanted you to know 
that I was thinking about you. It still seems unreal 
to me. Too quick...so much more I wanted to say to 
you. Guess I thought we had a lot more time to do that.

The gig went ok this weekend. Seems like we had a 
pretty good crowd. They seem to like us there at 
The Spare Room...Guess we got em bull shitted pretty 
good...LOL.

I gotta go help the kids with their homework...
I miss ya brother. 

I'll write more later,

Love,

Big Dave

Big Dave, March 21, 2007



Baxter, Been really missin ya the last couple days. 
I was deleting a bunch of messages off my voice mail and 
found one the you left me in December. You were saying 
Ho Ho Ho and laughing. It was great to hear your voice again 
(The voice before you got sick) You were asking me if you 
could borrow my kids for the weekend and asking me if I 
wanted to have Christmas dinner with you. I listened to it 
about 10 times in a row...It really got to me. I miss you 
brother. I pray that you're having a blast. I know that you 
are keeping Jesus entertained...Just remember to do 
your "Edna the Asthmatic phone sex operator." That one 
will really bring down the house.

Love ya Baxter,

Big Dave

Big Dave, April 1, 2007



Baxter, I Love ya Man. It's been a rough couple weeks. I hope you're 
having a fantastic time up there. The club is still a club...You know 
exactly what I mean. All club owners should be shot from a cannon. (Right 
after they pay the band) Wow...i miss you man. I thought it was gonna 
get easier as time went by...But it's not...At least not yet. I got 
Travis' email address and phone number from Cheri. I'm gonna call him and 
write to him. I will try to keep in touch with him as best I can. I want 
to tell him so many things about his Dad. Tell him how much you love 
him. Tell him about the Buster that I know who had a big heart and loved 
everybody. Well...I'll write more later. Bye for now Baxter...



Love, 

Big Davis

Big Dave, April 7, 2007


I love you Baxter...I have really been missing you today. Happy Easter. 


Big Dave

Shirley, April 8, 2007


Oh honey, I miss you so much.  I dont understand why each day seems 
to get worse.  I wrote letters to the people who got your eyes today, 
That was hard, but not as bad as making my own coffee, or fixing my 
own breakfast. Or not even bothering to cook "the ham nobody wants".  
This weekend I really tried to get some sleep, Ive been so tired but 
I was still up most of the night, waiting for you to tell me to turn 
over and go to sleep.




Our yard is so pretty now, the flowers are blooming and the grass is nice 
right now. The roses you gave me are going to be so big this year.  
Thank you.


Love
Pie

Eric West, April 8, 2007


Bus. Just a note at Easter. He is Risen. I left that message on my 
Mom's phone this morning. A few minutes later she called and answered 
without hesitation, as she does every year. "He is Risen Indeed". 
A small thing I guess, but one of my yearly Easter Rituals here at 
the Farm. I went out today and bought some flowers for Bill's Totem 
Pole place. Friday Night I came home from the gig, a long gig at 
Jollies where we used to play 15 years ago, after a long week at work.

My left side from my eye to my foot feels like I'm melting, ever 
so slightly. Not numb or tingly, but just a little more worn out 
than I'd like. I take an aspirin every day, and it's not really 
that noticeable unless I forget, or have to take that Ibuprofen 
that I hate for dental or back. It was raining. A warm rain. I went 
over to the Totem Pole site, closed my eyes, and looked upward, 
waiting until my eyes were full of water. With them still closed, I 
looked straight again, and imagined that I saw you, Bill, Heather, 
My grandma(s), then my Dad, Kurt, Merle the Dog, Puggo, Spud, and a 
general gathering happened. You were all so bright, and shiny. Your 
auras sticking out feet from your renewed bodies, and radiating 
bright color all around. Not talking, not like "beckoning 
to me", but just standing there moving around, and all smiling. 
I waited awhile, and just drank it all in and let a lot of the 
wear, tear, tiredness, and cares drain out of me. Then I went 
inside, cleaned up the stalls at the Farm, put the animals to bed, 
lit a candle, put it out after a while, and went to sleep
myself. I woke up this Easter Sunday, and found not a cloud in the sky. 

Called mom like I said, (she says hi.) and went down to Freddies 
and bought some recycled animals for the dogs, and a bunch of flowers. 
Plugged in the Guitar, amp etc, and played a bunch of stuff. It's 
been going better and better on the gigs, and I sure think about 
you a lot. How it all shakes out, Bus, you probably know better than 
I. At least for now. We're all probably given a bunch of "time" to 
"work things out", and it must be strange to zip away to a different 
person whenever you're "on demand". Things we know nothing 
about in this form.

The dust from which we "come" is only a pattern for our souls to 
form a "snowflake" around. Every one is different. Without the dust, 
we are only an "ability to form". Perfect. When we find the speck of 
dust that is ours, then we "form". Beautifully, and uniquely. Then 
the form melts, and in most cases shows the beauty that is ours
from our maker. But then you know all that Bus. I, no more than 
any other man can know while I am living, what awaits me after "death". 
I have a faith that it will be unlike anything my senses have ever 
experienced. That's a given.


What's hard, is knowing what Living consists of. Since each day, 
part of it is something that we have never seen heard, touched or 
tasted. Maybe less and less parts of it, until we finally need 
another "gig". There are indeed Bus, "Only so many ways to fry 
cat food.". Thanks for showing up with the rest of the gang out 
at Bills Totem Pole so brightly when I stop and need a rest 
on my way in at night after long weeks and gigs. I'll be out 
there probably many more times before I am in the Shining 
Gathering Crowd, with you and all the rest, myself. Til then, 
Buster, Happy Easter my friend.

You have Risen too.

Haven't heard from Dicky Mo, but then I haven't been looking for him.

 Love you bud. 

Thanks for letting me ramble.

Farmer Eric.  And the ones that are still here.

Big Dave, Apr 14 2007

Hi Baxter, 

It's 3:49am and I'm still trying to wind down from the gig. 
Larry and Dean Simmons came in and played with us at The Spare Room. I 
actually had fun...It has been awhile since I've had fun playing. The 
night went fast. Man do I miss you...There are so many things I wish I 
had done and said before...well, You know. I try to keep an eye on 
Shirley...She is trying really hard, but still having a really hard time. 
She really Loves you dude. I wish I could hear some of the music you are 
playing there in Heaven. I bet you're having a really hard time finding 
a drummer...LOL (Just kidding) Well, Baxter. I love ya man...and I miss 
you Daily. Please put in a good word for the kids and me with the Big 
Guy. 
Bye for Now, 
Big Davis

Big Dave, Apr 22 2007

Hi Baxter, Sorry I haven't written on here in awhile. I've had kind of 
a bad week. But Hey, Who doesn't every now and then? I played your CD 
at the Club tonight. The one with you playing Walk don't Run and Secret 
Agent Man. Everyone LOVED it! They were actually blown away. I don't 
think they ever really stopped to listen to you play before. They have a 
much different view now! I Love ya man...and I miss you. I'll write 
more later.

Davis 

Big Dave, Apr 28 2007


Hi Baxter, 


It's 4:00am and I'm still sitting up. It's been like this 
for the past few months. I guess some day I'll get back to a normal 
schedule, But for now I'll just have to keep dealing with the heartburn and 
anxiety that keeps me awake. The gig went on tonight...nothin special. 
Just your garden-variety crowd. I have had this fricken cold for the 
past few days and really didn't feel like playing. But we really need to 
money...So you know how that goes. Ya go in and play through 50 tunes 
and collect the bucks and skate. No emotion, no excitement...Just robot 
like licks and predictable leads. I hate trading my talent and love for 
money. I wish I could just play music because I love to play and not be 
forced to trade it for the almighty dollar. It sure makes ya feel cheap 
when all is said and done. Well Baxter...I really didn't come on here 
to complain. Just to tell you how much I miss you. I pray every night 
that you are having a great time and that you are saving a place for the 
rest of us. I'll write more later Baxter...Bye for now.

Love, Big Davis

Eric West, Apr 24, 2007



Bus.


Just a note to let you know that I have 
not been missing you as much around the Farm quite as much. 
In some ways more though..


What I've been doing is going over EVERY one 
of the songs on your Music Page, and trying to work out 
EVERY guitar lick. Some of them are buried under forgettable 
background music, but most of them are there. 

I turn them up, WAY up and just bathe in the way a 
Telecaster is REALLY supposed to sound. Not this plunky 
boat oar LEs Paul sound, or the "boink" of one of those 
pathetic "Joe Pass" cigar boxes, but a REAL TELECASTER.


Man, I just keep running them back and forward, and it's 
like you are right there with me.


Then it comes time to ask you just how you "got this or 
that".


That's when I miss you.


That, and other times.

I'll see you again tonite at practice time, and 
out by Bill's Totem Pole.


Others need you too, so I know you can't spend all your time 
inspiring these clubby old construction fingers to half play 
the stuff that came out of your soul.


Not coming up with my "Own Style"? 


Why should I?


Love you Bus.


Farmer Eric.

The animals all ask for you.
The Dogs ask.
The Chickens ask.
And the Horses, they ask too..

Cheri, May 1, 2007

Buster, 

I really miss you so much. I despise the fact that you are no 
longer a phone call away. What I would give to hear your voice again. I 
do not have anything to say I am willing to share with the world today 
and as you know I talk to you everyday and tell you what I am thinking 
and after all these years I know you can read my tears. As far as the 
rest of the world, I just wanted to let them know you are missed every 
day, every minute, by all who love you. Travis misses you and the time 
you both thought you had ahead of you. 

I love you.

Always,
Cheri

Big Dave, May 20, 2007


Hi Baxter,

Just a quick note to let you know that I'm thinking about 
you. I was going through some old pictures today and 
found a couple of you. Back in the day...We were both 
so crazy back then...actually...we still are. 
Summer is getting close and I'm looking forward to having the 
kids out of school. I get a break from getting up at 6:15 
every morning to get them ready. Steven is doing great 
these days. He's found a new friend and is spending the 
weekend with him. Trisha is home with me this 
weekend. She is doing great to. She's going to Nicky's 
for the summer...she wants to go to school up there 
next year. I'm a little nervous about it...But I want her 
to be happy. Well...I'm gigging next Saturday 
again, In Hood River. It will be fun to play again...
I've been off most of May. 

OK...I'll write more later. I miss you Brother...

Love,

Big Dave

Shirley, June 18, 2007


Oh Baby, I miss you so much.  Its the middle of the night
and Im sick, and I really need you here.  Im so lost and I just 
cant seem to get anything done.  I had a major melt down last
week and Dave helped me deal with it, but that was just
the tip of the iceberg.  I just cant manage without you and 
I have no idea how to go about changing that.  I was talking to
my Sister,  She said she would sell plasma before she gave up
her house.  It is so temting just to give up, but she is right, I 
need to fight.  But I dont know how.

I have been going down to the club to see Dave and Donnie and 
Danny play.  I love to hear them play but it is a little wierd.
I asked Mar y Sol if she would like me to say home and she said
I should go.  She said she would rather have me gone and happy
than at home crying.  Of course I cry at the club too, but nobody 
seems to mind.  I swear if I hear Misery and Gin one more time...
I have been taking my knitting with me, everybody seems to 
think that is strange, but like a guy said the other night... It gives
me something to do between dances....  lol not much chance of being
disturbed.

Well... its getting light now, I better go try to get a little sleep.

I love you.
Pie 
 

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