RIP Marty Nestor.
My old band use to do double bills with Marty's band back east and we became really good friends. He use to sit in and sing and play the flute when we did Tull's Minstrel In The Gallery.
On our wedding day he took Linny for a hair raising death ride in his Camaro doing smoking donuts and figure 8s in the reception hall parking lot while hollering like a loon.
Fave memory. Marty, Linda, and I were the sole survivors of an all night acid-weed-booze party at a buddies house. The next morning the three of use were sitting outside by the pool and Linda dared him to drink some baby oil from a bottle that just happened to be there. The dude grabbed it and swigged down a double shot without missing a beat.
Fly with the Angels brother!