Wow. I just checked my email for the first time since yesterday morning and got the news.
I knew Greg for about 17 years, but unfortunately, I fell out of touch with him the last year and a half after my mom passed away.
A couple of quick Greg Curbow stories for those who didn't know him:
He was also a great person who would bend over backwards to help a guy out--almost to a fault. I got my first bass from him back when I was a junior in high school (1988) when I saw it hanging on a hook in Blue Rock Music in Kennesaw where Greg would drive every Saturday to do set up work. I gave him $65 (the entire contents of my wallet), and he told me, "Take the bass home, and pay me when you can." Not many people would do that with a custom handbuilt instrument, and he did it for a teenager. That's a pretty special memory for me.
I remember driving from UGA to his apartment in Atlanta a couple of years later so he could make a tracing of my bass since someone wanted one like it and there was no template.
One of my favorite memories of Greg is from a couple of years ago when his band, Rooster (it might have been the pre-Rooster band), got together for a reunion gig at 9 Lives in Little Five Points. They had no set list, and hadn't practiced, but they had plenty of beer, so it was all good. They put on a great show--Greg was more than filling the bottom with his beat-to-hell 70s Jazz Bass. He was a big mountain man in person, but he looked even bigger on that little stage. Of course, his taking off his bass and repeatedly smashing it into the stage certainly helped give him a wild appearance, too.
He was never afraid of trying something out just to see what would happen, and he made some pretty damn amazing instruments as a result.
Rest in Peace, Greg. You were one in a million.