ROCCO, ROCK ON!
Rocco embodied the pure spirit of rock-n-roll:
Reckless, outrageous, devout, dead-on-the-money.
His performances could scare and charm you all at once.
On guitar, he could make one note sound mean and sweet.
And, like all good friends, he could do the same in life.
He was a mad, wild rocker, and a loving person.
He was a bull in a china shop.
He was also the china shop.
Last time he came to Steel Bridge,
he rode the Greyhound from Rochester, NY.
from the great beyond.
Forever, we'll proudly carry his spirit forward
in our minds, hearts and music.
Starting in 2009, our fifth year of Steel Bridge,
and continuing for as long as guitars have strings,
an annual night of rock at the Red Room
will henceforth be known as "Rocco, Rock On!"
Stalk the Steel Bridge website for more details as they emerge!