I found this post very hard to write. I don’t think that other than the story of Opera tenor Ryan Smith have I been so affected by the story of a musician that sadly I was only introduced to after their death. Dewey Tucker was a 24-year-old well-known Bay area bass player who got the opportunity to tour the world at a very young age playing with Lauryn Hill as well as other acclaimed artists. He also played for the groups The Coup and the Kev Choice Ensemble.
Sadly Dewey was killed on January 12, 2010 in what police believe to be a random shooting while he was on his way to a rehearsal. This young man by all accounts was a gifted musician and a wonderful young man who lived his music.
As I read about his story, I was touched by his easy smile and the kind spirit that I could see that translated through mere images on a screen. As a stranger and observer of this young man’s life after his death, I was heartbroken that he died so senselessly. I found myself asking why? Why did he have to die? He wasn’t harming anyone. He didn’t fit the profile of someone who was living in a way that would lead to his demise because of his own actions. He had no criminal history and was loved by seemingly everyone who knew him. He was simply Dewey.
I saw in him the faces of so many young men I know who are making a contribution to society and not taking away from it and I mourn his loss. My heart goes out to his family and all who were privileged to be touched and affected by him. Even though I did not know him he has deeply touched me.
I often say that with most good musicians whatever instrument they play you can hear their voice. The distinct sound that inherently belongs to them. When I heard Dewey play, I could hear his. I could hear his bass chords telling me a beautiful story that had a tragic end. I hoped that by this post, I could leave a written expression of not only how he affected me, but how he and his music needs to live on until we see him again.
Reflecting on his life and his impact on myself and others brought these lyrics to mind:
I heard he played a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyesStrummin’ my pain with his fingers
Singin’ my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly, with his song
Telling his whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Your bass has been silenced Dewey but the memory of you and it’s music will not been forgotten.
The Coup’s tribute to Dewey Tucker
Thanks for reading,

Somebody’s Speak