His drug problem manifested rather late in his young life. That, combined with weight and terrible eating habits, killed him a a tour bus in the middle of the desert in Arizona while on tour with Buddy in 1986.
This was his favorite breakfast:
1 lb. of egg noodles
I stick of butter
I package of Philadelphia Cream Cheese
Boil the noodles, drain, mix in the butter and cream cheese and spice to taste.
He had a huge and extensive record collection that would make most of the collectors here drool. But no matter what he did, whether it was studing List, collecting records and oriental rugs or digging a new substance, he was a completist and obsessive.
I knew there was a mojor problem when I went to his place not long before he pass and saw that almost all of his records were gone. I got in his face about it; he got embarassed and soon he went on tour.
Great, great pianist who had he lived and started to compose and found his voice, would have been a star today.
He played a Summer at Bradley's, staying at Bradley Cunningham's apartment while he were out summering somewhere. He played the dinner hour. One night Barry Harris was the featured pianist and Barry and I stuck around. Later that night Barry Harris, Tommy Flanigan, Barry Kiener played songs round robin style for more than a hour. They all loved him, of course.