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Below Jeff is with Bob Ganong, artist and friend. Jeff had created a paper Mache squid for the Daily Catch restaurant - they'd surreptitiously conveyed his paintings to his Bromfield Gallery opening, during the '78 Blizzard martial law.  And Jeff paid back with squid to hang on their wall. Several of us carried it down Hanover St., as in a Madi Gras parade, one March morning It is possible to see a poem I wrote on the event attached - it recalls a man, encountering sea urchins for sale in baskets on the street.  Squid Day how long I aint seen these  - like this I used to eat -  sea urchins on Hanover Street. -Jack Vaughan

Jeff Hull was always tremendously creative. I am missing him now * – this week after he passed away. When you went to his studio (really, if you just ran into him in the street, too) he was always full of doing something new. I am remembering he did a series of what I took to be kinetic black ink drawings – The black ink drawings, to me they seemed to move. They hung across his loft ceiling rafters, a loft full of color and work. So, a few moons ago, inspired, Jacob and I took pictures, put them into a video editor, and added some music by John Cale and Terry Reilly. My brother Mike helped me retrieve this video from the blogspot object heap. Now it is on Youtube. Jeff always was about ‘make it new’ – something of him I would like to carry forward in my heart. -J.V. As the bible says: Sing to the lord a new song. For this and a compilation of Jeff Hull material on Moon Traveller, click here . * Missing: The Giant Squid event, Titanic Transmissions, the Atlantic Monthl...

This is one of those things. It was a long form monograph done over several weeks in discussion with Jeff Hull. It was posted as a PDF to Netcom site I guess in 2008 or so, and so went missing. I found a manuscript version, which I am posting here. There is much I would dearly like to change, and maybe I will. (Truth be told, I am in a bit of a health funk in Feb 2017, and less gets done.) Actually did scrub out the original ending. Doing this for the record. Jeff Hull died last Monday night at the age of about 64. He was a true pal, and we had some tremendous times together. Am putting together a Hull page on the site here. More to come.- Jack Vaughan Walk the streets of a village within the city and hear the children singing The Ship Went Down, The Ship Went Down. A folk song. . .it will stick. Tells a story like the blues. The picture of the ship, its radio transmitting. It was always there. Titanic. Dit-dit-da-dit-dit dashes, arc sparks portending. Like an image from Jeff Hull...

Earl Hines with Charlie Carpenter, WWII. This is brief anecdote, one I have discussed with Sam B. There was a fellow who used to visit Slim. I’d be staying there and, about mid-morning he’d come by. We remember him as “Pumpkin” or “Punky,” didn’t know his proper name. Not too tall, had an eye that looked the other way, was relaxed and mellow. He’d been involved in Vaudeville, perhaps, Came over most mornings for coffee. I have come to wonder what his full name might have been. Sam remembers him as a decent piano player – boogie woogie style, but slow and harmonic , maybe a bit of time breaker. For my part, I have always remembered something  Punky told me. We may have been just chatting, and he or Slim mentioned perhaps that he’d known Louis Armstrong. Punky (as I recall his name, memory is hazy) then told me he’d been in vaudeville and met Bing Crosby. He told be a story about meeting Bing in the 1920s, and then again later on. The story stayed with me. He meets Bing C...