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This is how I met Pete in 1969. I was in the Navy stationed on Treasure Island and working on getting out. (Which I did 4 months later). One night on leave I went to a concert at The Family Dog at Playland at the Beach….It was Jefferson Airplane and two other awesome legendary San Francisco bands. I met some people there and told them I really didn’t want to go back to the Navy base that night….mainly because I really didn’t want to go back to the Navy base that night….and I also may have been on something–many things. Anyway, these people I met said I could crash at their place at 9th and Judah which I did. It was a colorful bunch of characters living there in the hippy commune. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that). Anyway, the next morning when I got up they were hanging out in the kitchen with a guest who dropped by. Talk about colorful characters, that dude was Pete Slauson. It turned out he was their weed connection and was dropping by to make a delivery and hang out a bit. I remember at the time he was working on VW’s, dealing weed, and starting to get into doing sound for bands and doing recording, He took me down to 759 Harrison Street which was a 3 story building, housing artists, musicians, photographers, and all that cool stuff. I had a degree in video and ultimately got a job at KEMO-TV channel 20. I worked with Don Humphrey there (Cecil B.) and after that got to work on a lot of awesome video concerts with Don, Pete, and a lot of other amazing people. Years later we built a studio together at 1111 Second Street in San Rafael. I have had lots of memorable adventures thanks to Pete, and will never forget him. Still a little shocked about him checking out so early, but I’m sure right now he’s hanging out with all the rock legends who have ascended to that great concert venue in the sky. Rock In Peace, Pete. We love you, man!
I vividly remember meeting Pete for the first time. I had moved from Indiana to Socal to gig with a band from Florida. That fell thru after a few months. Alan Bendit was the only person I knew in CA so I flew up to visit and he took us to the Harrison St warehouse where Bruce Hatch and Doug McKeckney (sic) had studios. Pete was the welcoming committee and toured me around the building. There was some jamming going on and Pete took a shine to my playing. I went back to Socal, gathered my meager belongings and rode a semi up to San Jose where Alan picked me up in his VW Beetle. For the next six weeks I was a guest at Alan’s place on Clement St, an old retail shop that was converted to a “pad”. Pete re-entered soon thereafter and took me under his wing. More to follow.
I met Pete in 1974. I had been in Marin county approx. 4 hrs and my buddy and myself happened on the heliport. I went upstairs and Willy Truckaway (Pete’s partner in the studio) was trying to fix a fender amp. I said I knew all about that stuff and proceeded to fix it. He offered me a room on the spot.
I went to sleep on the couch in studio A feeling pretty good. I woke up the next morning with something hitting me in the chest. I opened my eyes and saw a foot long something wrapped in tin foil and some giant guy telling me to roll one. I opened the tin foil and saw the biggest (and only) bud in my life. I proceeded to roll one seeds and all (I was fresh of the Indiana ragweed shake bus) and Pete said no no no. Here is how you do it and proceeded to show me how to take out the seeds with a 2 track tape box.
After that we became fast friends and suddenly I had a studio to learn in, a Moog series 3 synthesizer (ala Keith Emerson) and an education you couldn’t buy for any amount of money. Pete taught me how to record and a week later I was on TV in San Francisco playing keyboards on the Paul Bowman and the country showmen tv show which Pete and Don Humphrey (The Wizard and Cecil B) produced.
I can’t thank you enough Pete. I miss our drunken evenings at Tiburon Tommy’s and the other 20 watering holes we drank at over the years, and especially the great camaraderie we shared. RIP big guy.
Pete recorded and mixed the best quality recordings I ever had the opportunity to be involved in. RIP Big guy. See you up there when I get there. Jeff Cregg