He wasnt what we call famous or a big name, just a good steady bass player. He didnt make any earth-shaking innovations or appear on any Downbeat or Playboy jazz polls. But he was enormously influential on me, and probably most of the bassists that were gigging around NYC from the early 60s through 70s into the late 80s, and even the early 90s. Bucky was to bass players as Louie (the TV show Taxi) was to taxi drivers. He was the dispatcher, the mother hen of bass players. He had the list, and anyone who needed a bass player called Bucky first. Of course this meant that he had first pick of the jobs for himself , so he obviously had as much work as he needed or wanted. However, it is what he did with the excess jobs that made him so influential.. He was one of the nicest, giving, most unselfish guys Ive ever known. He never let a job go to waste. He shared his list with everyone from bar owners and booking agents to band leaders. From club dates to record dates, great gigs to lousy rent-payers. He never tried to save or hoard jobs. If he liked how you played you were in. I first met Bucky at a jazz bar in Brooklyn called Da Wabbit. They had open sessions on certain nights and I, just in from KC, sat in for a few tunes. Later, at the bar, a guy asked me for my phone number. I thought nothing of it, but the next day I got a call from Bucky. From then on . . .well, thats a long boring story. But Im sure a lot of guys feel the same as I. Thank you, Bucky and RIP.