In remembrance of Royce Faulkner...

This page is for any memories and thoughts of Dad that family/friends might want to share. I’m happy to add anything as we march along (your thoughts, images or links). Just email me if there is anything you would like to add.

REMEMBRANCES...

"One night when I was a twenty-something, skinny-tie wearing new-wave musician, I played a gig on a sweltering night at The Troubador, a nightclub in West Hollywood. Carl was there as was every friend I had who was willing and able to come see my band and help us pack the club. I went to the bathroom before the set and got in line behind an old guy in a sports jacket, wondering what an old guy like that was doing at The Troubador on a Saturday night. When he flushed the urinal and turned around I realized it was my Dad. He was my Old Guy! Both a little stunned, we stood there staring at each other. I had no idea he would be there. He lived a four-hour drive away from West Hollywood. It was the first time I ever reached over and hugged him. Dad died from cancer within two years."