Tim Eyerman: Thanks for the Memories
The Washington Post had a brief and obligatory obituary. It simply recounted his life in bare dates and sterile statistics. The final time I saw Eyerman, almost eight years ago, was completely unexpected. I arrived at a "singles event organized by the Smithsonian Institution. The evening's entertainment, meant as mere background noise to the often stilted Washington set, was Tim Eyerman. Although it has been some years since I last saw him, he was instantly recognizable. I vividly remember his crystal toned bass flute surrendering to a ballad. He played beautifully. I listened intently, lost in the musicianship. I met no one that evening.