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R.I.P. Chris Squire of Yes


My favorite bassist of all time. He passed away this weekend from leukemia.

I last saw him about a year ago at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. He was terrific as always. I wish I had shot some pictures.

The pic above is one I took at another concert in Nashville, sometime in the late 1970s.


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7 Responses to R.I.P. Chris Squire of Yes

  • I recently stumbled upon my YES albums and had added 5 or 6 songs to the car playlist.
    I had forgotten the vitality of their music.

    • Relayer, Close to the Edge.

      Squire did a good solo album “Fish out of water” that I enjoyed when the band each did their own thing for a while back in the day.

  • Well hell.

    June hasn’t been a good month, this kind of news is just ‘jimmies’ on the June crapcream sundae (and I don’t mean Korean sausage).

  • Shoot, now that I think on it, I painted the broken world ‘Fragile’ back cover on the plastered rafter roof of my bedroom ceiling when I was 15 (above the forest on the wall….lmao)

    Funny to remember the influence Squire and Yes had on me.

    • I was always a “Close to the Edge” man myself.

      • loved all the early stuff, that was my first Yes album I think, then had to play catch up.
        Wasn’t overly in love with Yesterdays or Time and a Word, but of course had to have the albums, because….YES!

        I admit to losing interest when they released “Tormato” and it never really picked up again after that.

        If you purchased the double album Tales from Topographic Oceans, were you shocked to find out your two album set consisted of only four songs 🙂

        Still, Squires is one of the few musicians I can name, groups, I knew at the time, individuals, not so much.
        Yes was one of the exceptions, along with the Moody Blues.

  • I read J. R. R. Tolkien while listening to Fragile. Now the two are so irrevocably linked, I think of the story when I hear the music and the music when I see or read Tolkiens’ tales.

    While most of us never met these people in person, we grew up with them, they were the soundtrack of our lives.