When Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne, Emmylou Harris, and other 1970s music legends needed an instrument—or a friend—my dad, Fred Walecki, was there. My love song to him in @theatlantic.com September issue: bit.ly/45eZIfa
When the greatest musicians of the 1970s needed an instrument—or a friend—my dad was there.
Just read this article in one sitting, unable to even take the time to pick up my coffee because it was so riveting. Had to search you out on here to find you and tell you how amazing it was and how I have my fingers crossed that this may be a book someday! Thank you for sharing these stories. ❤️
Nancy Kathryn, you’re a great writer. I haven’t read a piece this good in a very long time. I’m sharing it with family and friends. You made your dad come alive in this! I laughed at so many of the stories—the “one-hit dope” made my husband laugh out loud when I read it to him. San Diego! 😂😂😂
A wonderful read. Thank you for sharing!
Loved your article @nancywalecki.bsky.social. Beautiful!
Just wanted to let you know that was an absolutely beautiful story about your dad. I really enjoyed it. Thanks.
This is such a beautiful article. There, I was listening to so many of the artists highlighted and little did I know all of this was going on in the background. Thank you so much for taking me back there.
Your dad is the luthiest ♥️
And here’s a non-exhaustive list of the amazing people who made this piece possible
What a beautifully written story!
Such a lovely portrait of your dad - thanks for sharing it with us.
Thank you so much for such an insightful and heartfelt piece. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
Dude! What a lovely piece you've written. Well done!😎
I just read your wonderful article in The Atlantic and thought I'd might find you here. Glad to find you here. Being an old hippie musician myself, I love reading about you and your dad's life. I can identify with so much of it. Thanks for writing such a beautiful story.
Ahhh that is a great story!
What a great story!! Loved it. When your father brought the B-bender to Keith Richards and went to a club it made me think about Stanley Booth’s great book The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones.
There is a part when they were in LA and went to hear some music. A station wagon was mentioned.
