Around 1978, I was running a club in Atlanta called the Agora Ballroom...I was just out of my teens and really no idea what the hell I was doing. Shortly after we opened, I met this strange guy that looked in retrospect a lot like Lyle Lovett on acid...His name was Jeff Calder, and he told me he was a lawyer (or something) from Florida who had left his wife behind and had come to Atlanta to start a rock band & change his life.
Being new to this world, my first question was: does your wife know...he laughed and said she did, I asked if she was pissed off...Well, she doesn't think it's the best idea I've ever had but she's dealing with it, besides-once I make enough money I'll send for her. I'd seen this stuff in the movies and thought to myself...poor widow as I walked off. Well...a short time later, I met Jeff's wife and not too much later saw him on stage with the Police... I guess he changed his life. Having him as a friend sure changed mine...Jeff Calder is one of the most decent people I have ever known and when I think of him one word comes to mind...RESPECT. Happy birthday my friend, I certainly hope you are well.
Much Love--Donnie Graves