Remembering Col. Bruce Hampton
Longtime Col. Bruce road manager Tony Hume shares his thoughts on the passing of his friend and Bruce’s indelible influence on the jam band scene.
Col. Bruce Hampton
(Gustav Valentine Berglund III)
4/30/1947 – 5/1/2017
“You’re a Capricorn and you play strings.”
This was the first sentence Colonel Bruce Hampton ever said to me. It was 1998. My friend Lisa Camphire and I had just watched him perform in Orlando at The Social, or Sapphire Supper Club or what ever it was called at the time.
I am a Capricorn and I do in fact play the guitar. This little magic trick was one of many in the arsenal of Col. Bruce Hampton (ret). Later I would witness hits and misses with this trick, most often to some baffled waiter or waitress over a meal.
“I’ve toured for so long that I’ve made all the mistakes so others don’t have to”
19 years later, in 2007, I had stopped playing live music, moved to Miami to be with my now wife, Megan Hume, and went back to school. My close friend Glenn Goldstein, an Atlanta area resident, revamped the Hard Truckers speaker cabinet company and had befriended Bruce. Ready for complete career re-direction, Glenn pushed the notion of maybe me helping Bruce out on the road, and yadda yadda I played road manager for him from 2007-2009.
Colonel’s musical project at this point was called Col. Bruce & The Quark Alliance. It consisted of Kris Dale on bass, Jeff Caldwell on guitar, later replaced by Perry Osborne, and Mark Letalien on drums, later replaced by Duane Trucks who had decided it was his turn to be OUTstructed in the ways of the Colonel and moved to Atlanta from Jacksonville. The very first time I met this band, Bruce introduced me in delight, finger pointing and shaking as “this is the guy who’s gonna take us right to the middle!” If I’m ever sad again I will say this out loud and laugh.
The Quark Alliance, by the way, is another in a long line of amazing band names … Hampton Grease Band, Late Bronze Age, New Ice Age, Aquarium Rescue Unit, The Fiji Mariners, The Codetalkers, and a personal favorite band name “The Pharaoh Gummitt,” or if you were not from the deep south, you would just say “Federal Government.”
Bruce, for decades, had always been akin to a minor league baseball coach. He found young capable players, put them together on stage, and let them learn the ropes of playing live music. Bruce would always tell me, with s smile “I’ve toured for so long that I’ve made all the mistakes so others don’t have to.” Experience. Bruce never lacked in experience, as there were not many situations surrounding music he had not already gone through. He used to always tell me “there’s no real shortcuts, you have to show up and put your time in.”

Tony Hume and Col. Bruce Hampton
Back to the whole “you’re a Capricorn” thing … Horoscopes were real to Bruce. He based his days upon them. Mercury always seemed to be in retrograde and was always the reason for any cosmic shit going down. He was interested in it, so he studied it, and retained it. He memorized all of the signs of the horoscope, and all the associated traits within each, and could pull these definitions, if you will, out from his brain, at will. By something you said, a way you reacted, a smile or frown, a wall or open armed hug, Bruce could look within you and without you and 8 times out of 10 … on the days he was really firing … be absolutely correct in guessing your sign. Now, knowing all of the traits of the individual signs, also means you’ve memorized the date ranges of each sign, thus being able to seemingly out of the blue tell you your birthday. Everyone who ever met Bruce has a similar story … “he guessed my birthday within a day” … the traits of your astrological sign tend to be pretty spot on for people, if you don’t believe me, you can look it up.
I’m a Capricorn, and shared a birthday with Capricorn Records founder Phil Walden, also a Capricorn. Phil Walden and Capricorn Records was the musical center of Macon, GA from the 70s through the 90’s. Not to discredit Little Richard, Otis Redding, or The Allman Brothers Band. Speaking of Macon, it was in fact Duane Allman who took such a liking to Bruce that he got him his first record deal. We Capricorns apparently, make “good managers, good leaders, and are genuinely outwardly gregarious,” or so Bruce told me. My personality aside, I do believe this was one of the main reasons he agreed to hire me.

Role Reversal – Col. Bruce plays roadie while Tony Hume performs
To Col. Bruce Hampton, music is simply: Time, Tone, Intention, Space and Vomit
Bruce played his first show in the late 60’s, making music, and stylized shouting vocals on tracks and stages for over 5 decades. He had an ear, the heart, and the soul to be in music. His intention was pure. A wide array of artists like Bobby Blue Bland, Sun Ra, and Krzysztof Penderecki were a source of deep inspiration, and he carried those soulful and “out there” influences with him in every musical configuration he aligned.
Amongst other amazing feats and skills from our favorite parlor musician Uncle, was an encyclopedic knowledge of baseball. His years of expertise ran from the creation of the game through the 80s. I did not share this same knowledge, so our baseball talks were not those of legend.
Similar to birthdays and astrological signs, from the years spent in the van with the Aquarium Rescue Unit literally traversing the country many times over, Bruce acquired, through photographic memory and repetition, all the distances between any cities within the U.S. Back before phones and GPS units and even Map Quest, we had these oversized glossy covered “books” called a Travel Atlas, with detailed maps of each state and a listing of the mileage between major cities in the back of the book as reference. This became a game in the van to pass time during my tenure.
Tony: “Des Moines to Butte, Montana”
Bruce: “1258”
Correct Answer: 1265
Tony: “Eugene, OR to Pigeon Forge, TN”
Bruce: (cackle laugh) “Twenny Figh Twenny Too” (2522)
Correct Answer: 2575
That, and he could tell you what roads to take, what turns to take, and could name every little highway on the route. Now-a-days we have to swipe our GPS on our phones to tell us the next steps in our route. We’re spoiled and we know less.
Another favorite trait of his, for me, was what he called “Military Like Precision,” or showing up to a venue at exactly the time of day he said before we would leave. And it was never a rounded time to the nearest even number … it was never 5:30, it was 5:22. It was never 12:00PM it was 12:03.
Even looking back at a text from Bruce on April 3:
“I’m at Dan Thai. 12:05. Every Tues w Zambie.”
Bruce would always answer the phone. He preferred it over text. He was a great texter and often left classics in one or two words. His fat fingers often provided mistypes that were both humorous and genius. “Always answer the phone, ‘cause someday it may stop ringing.”
He always made time for people. In my time, as long as there was a chair, or a stool, or a couch, or a van seat, he’d hold court and share tales and laughter, ask questions, learn and study the ways of his fans and friends, and genuinely be engaging.
He always made you feel like you were king or queen of the world. Southern folks have an expression that is “well, bless your heart,” which means “oh, you poor mentally challenged person,” well Bruce had a more endearing saying to and about people. “He’s the KING,” or “she’s the QUEEN” basically meant “(he or she) is the BEST”. As endearing a quote as any.
“How old were you when you knew who you were?”
I’d be on the road with another band, or at a festival with many other bands and we’d chat and I’d tell him who was around and he’d tell me to tell them “you’re the king!” or “you’re the queen.” This would often be paired with the words “Gaaaawwwwd” “ he knows EVERYTHING.” There’s so many kings and queens out there in the world, which means Bruce really thought highly of a lot of people who have helped him along the way.
A random favorite Colonel quote when fans would ask for any single piece of advice for those wishing to get in to music … “RUN! Run far away!” Colonel on his voracious eating habits: “I’m on a SEE food diet. I see food, and I eat it.”
Bruce’s past is built upon reality, truths, and a hefty dose of “mythocrisy,” or the fabricating of small details. (“The stained soul cringes at the small details in the mirrors of embarrassment.”) For instance, when creating a new business card for myself during my days with Bruce, we decided upon “Tony Hume & Associates,” which is hilarious to me because there were no associates. That business card lists offices and telephone numbers in Glasgow, Paris, and Munich. That was the playful mythocrisy he loved.
Let me talk tour managers for a second, seeing as how I was one in a long long line of people who played that role. When I first met with Bruce to talk about possibly accepting this position, he was very straight forward when he told me that this role “doesn’t pay a lot of money, but everyone who’s done it has gone on to do other things in music.” “The first guy ended up being Miles Davis’s personal manager for 25 years,” claims Bruce. My favorite tale is a young Andre Charles was also a “roadie type guy” for Bruce “for a week.” Andre Charles would later change his name to RuPaul, perhaps you’ve heard of him or seen him on TV. Nicknames were given to his guys. (This is as many as “Curfew” could tell me…) Gregory Hodges became “The Wolf” then moved over to play bass, Kevin Ponton became “The Sheet,” Jim Bostic became “Clearance,” Matt Reynolds became “Curfew” (now 11 years as the tour manager for Dark Star Orchestra) Mark Alspaugh became “Installer,” (long time Bill Kreutzman tech and festival audio master) and me, well … Bruce said “Tony Hume?! That’s a fake name. That sounds like the prime minister of England.” During one short three day period I almost became “Ascot,” you know like a wealthy prime minister of England might wear, but Tony Hume proved to be a made up enough name so I got to keep it. Sometimes the line between truth and mythocrisy is a slippery one.
My final thought and tribute is the most important take away of knowledge and perception from Col. Bruce Hampton. The definition of music. To Col. Bruce Hampton, music is simply: Time, Tone, Intention, Space, and Vomit. This is my interpretation:
Time: you got to put in the time, nothing comes fast and free. To play in the pocket means you’re keeping good time. “Early is on time. On time is late.” Remember “military like precision” from earlier … always arrive early (on time) … and never round to the nearest easy number. “We’ll be there at 12:05.” Bruce always had time for a friend.
Tone: anyone can play three chords on a guitar, or octaves on a bass, but the tone in which you are emitting converted electromagnetic waves into sound waves as the final product to the listener’s ears makes the player. Is your tone noticed as your tone? Not Jimi Hendrix’s tone, or Stevie Ray Vaughn’s tone, but YOUR TONE! Also, the tone in which you speak to people, or about people.
Intention: What is the purpose of you playing music? To get chicks? To look cool? To make a lot of money? Pfft. Your intention needs to be pure, there needs to be something stuck inside you, or needing to use you as a portal for release. Going on stage for false pretenses will ultimately show to the crowd and yourself. Space: Well, it is “The Place” (thank you, Sun Ra). Music doesn’t need to be how many notes can fit in this place. A conversation doesn’t need to always be talking. There needs to be time to breathe, a place for space. It’s often the notes that aren’t played that are the most important. Take BB King. BB could knock you on your ass with ONE note, and the space before and after it was patient and exciting, and when that one note hit, you KNEW it was BB.
Vomit: I feel the others are guidelines for doing what we do, but vomit is perfectly Colonel. Your song is trucking along just fine, it’s in perfect tune, with space, and the right intention, played with the right tone, and no mistakes are being made, the vocals are just perfect … well that’s too easy, too simple, too BORING, it needs some vomit. A cacophony of notes played out of time and out tune but always falls back on the “1” and always seems just right. Vomit can, and will, change your life.
Rev. Jeff Mosier (who does my favorite Colonel imitation in the universe) shared his thoughts with the world recently (he and Colonel were very close) and Jeff chooses “gratitude;” the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful. All the present grief we are all experiencing will slowly start to dissipate as we face a life without the Colonel, and we will all be left feeling grateful we occupied the same time and space as he.
How profoundly different our lives would be for not having the man to guide the soundtrack of our lives. How profoundly different our musical tastes and modern day guitar heroes would be to us without “vomit!” I am grateful to have shared time with you, Bruce, to have worked for you, to have looked out for you, and to have become your friend. I miss van rides and insightful random questions asked through a smile and a laugh, like “How old were you when you knew who you were?” Or being serious, but making it sound like a joke in telling me “not to waste blinks” (don’t use the turn signal too much.) I will miss sharing meals. I will miss cellular text conversations, and I will miss you answering the phone with the name of the city you think I’m presently in. I will miss your smile, your laughter, your mind, and your vomit. I love you, Bruce. Thank you for everything.
Great Tribute Tony!
I went on to play guitar in Electric Codpiece, Ray’s the Dead, and am currently playing in my newest incarnation 11:11. My mission was to “pass it on” to the young and talented pool of musicians in the Atlanta area who were part of the scene Bruce catalyzed. I managed great people, like Fiddle Player Zebulon Bowles of Hot Buttered Rum, and worked with great bands like Stop, Drop, and Roll, Ralph Roddenbery, Dot Line Projeck, ToyTV, and Donna Hopkins. I still work stages from time to time and stage manage T-Dawgs annual Holiday Hoot along which, featured Col Bruce in some capacity every year along with Rev, Jeff Mosier and many other Hampton acolytes.
One of the most interesting things about “the crew” is we are all insta- family upon first sight. We have a shared experience that immediately bonds us like brothers in arms. Tony and I discovered we actually went to the same High School and were one year a part. How did Bruce find two Va Beach kids within a year of each other. To be from VA Beach is a thing unto itself however, same age same High School? That’s Bruce.
One day there will be a movie about all crew and life on the road with Bruce from our perspective. It’ll do slightly better than Outside Out. We’ll all live together on a Tour Bus, by night we’ll put on Bruce’s shows, and by day we’ll fight crime in the different cities we tour through.. or something like that. The thing is, we’d all get along and work together so well, following the Col’s system, there would be no leader, just results.
Much Love!
The Sheet ; )