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Melon, who are you? That freaked me out! Haven't thought about Primary or Jon-Jon in years! So Nolte & I are gonna start a Mallard tribute band. Anyone else interested in particpating? Jer <jhainline@sbcglobal.net> USA - Thursday, July 24, 2003 at 12:34:31 (PDT) Jon-Jon, Ron, Son, Mon... Primary, Lips, The Get Laid-ium... Bob's Big Boy, Denny's, Lions... Cigarettes, Coffee, Short Stacks... Coffee Pots, Jugs, Utters... Melon USA - Tuesday, July 22, 2003 at 20:21:47 (PDT) Hey, um, I heard some hot chicks come here and browse.... Did I mention how single I am? But seriously, folks, what the hell? Do I have to wait until November to hear from you all? Ron Dillon <rdillon@mac.com> Dublin, CA USA - Wednesday, July 09, 2003 at 20:26:42 (PDT) 10" deluxe no onions no peppers jer USA - Sunday, April 06, 2003 at 14:07:06 (PDT) Hey, so what's everyone up to, huh? It'd be nice to hear from you folks once in a while... Ron Dillon <rdillon@mac.com> CA USA - Friday, April 04, 2003 at 18:17:58 (PST) Happy 33rd birthday, big guy mom USA - Wednesday, April 02, 2003 at 05:41:39 (PST) BRILLIANT! Thank you Ron! That was so John Howard, I loved it. Michael and I laughed all the way through... Miles <i_dont _think_so@yo_momma.not> USA - Sunday, February 23, 2003 at 16:04:25 (PST) ...Saw this and thought of John. Enjoy! http://www.andymilonakis.com/gaynew.wmv Ron Dillon <rdillon@mac.com> CA USA - Thursday, February 20, 2003 at 15:19:56 (PST) That's the secret to life... replace one worry with another.... -Charlie Brown Peanutsss Quotes <peanutsss@lycos.es> USA - Thursday, February 20, 2003 at 15:07:18 (PST) Great site and a good forum to get your events out. Good luck and peace! Samantha Williams <willsamantha4@yahoo.com> USA, none USA - Saturday, February 15, 2003 at 03:26:09 (PST) Howard was one of the reasons my teenage years were so fun and..survivable. He was the most fabulous guy EVER. I still have the stamp shirt he gave me, and no amount of money would induce me to give that up. I love the site..this is great, but where are the pictures of us girls cheering on Pony Show way back when? Coco Baran, Jen Brex, Sara Rayner and I would put on our best little barwear and trek out to wherever P.S. (and Shoot the Pony) was playing, with spare bras in our purses to throw at them (to create that "Rock Star" feel). Not to mention pix from Bob's Big Boy, Lyon's and hanging out at "The Web" behind B.B.B. with Jon, Myles, E.P... I could go on and on..but I guess we don't need pictures. We have the memories. God bless Jonny Howard...always. -Kell Kellie G. <Fripperycards@earthlink.net> CCCCA USA - Sunday, February 09, 2003 at 19:58:16 (PST) Keep up this great resource. I bookmark your site, best greetings, Heim Arbeit - Heimarbeit Germany - Tuesday, December 10, 2002 at 12:43:59 (PST) In a world that usually expects children to be quiet and well behaved, thank you for giving my daughter a drum and teaching her to bang on it loudly. You are missed. k <celticgirl70@yahoo.com> USA - Monday, December 09, 2002 at 21:53:40 (PST) I have several extra copies of Jon's (aka Doug Mallard) CD and would be willing to mail to anyone interested in receiving it. Just send me your address. mom USA - Sunday, November 17, 2002 at 06:42:50 (PST) Even though it had been years since I had seen you, Jon, you were the type of person who really left an impression on those whose lives you touched. I still remember the time when you were little and had that microphone and were singing (yelling) into it the whole time you were in South Dakota. No one would have guessed you would grow up to have musical talent by that experience! Chris <yivy@earthlink.net> Des Moines, IA USA - Friday, November 15, 2002 at 05:50:23 (PST) I met John as a result of flaking on Jer. One door closes whilst another one opens, right? Some of the best musical experiences I've ever, um, experienced, were with John and E.P. in my living room. (We had to play there because it'd take me a few days to wind up at John's place. Somehow I'd get lost for, yeah, a few days.) John and I spent a lot of time together and, strangely, I never really got to meet a lot of his friends. Sure, there's Miles and Johnson and EP and Stafford and a few more, but, for the most part, John and I did shit together and without the buffer of others and I think that was cool because we'd talk about loads of stuff. And then... we'd spend four hours, at least, in a record store, not talking. Cool shit. The majority of my memories of John are split between two poles - the utterly mundane and the very personal. It's doubtful that anyone else other than me would be interested in either, so we'll breeze past those and get to the mushy stuff: I miss John tremendously. John passed away at a point in my life when nothing was really sinking in. Three days after his services I packed my car up with my cd's and dog and disappeared to Florida without telling anyone I was going and while was in Texas it dawned on me that I'd lost a good friend. Along with missing John, I miss the accouterments that went with him. John was, is, and likely always will be, a huuuuuuuge chunk of love in my life. ...Nothing quite like a hug from John, huh? Ron Dillon <rdillon@silcon.ccom> Dublin, CA USA - Thursday, November 07, 2002 at 10:40:41 (PST) Please join me in remembering Jon with memories, songs, stories, jokes, etc. on Sunday, Nov. 10, 2002, at noon at Rock City, Mt. Diablo. In case of rain plan on coming over to the house. mom USA - Thursday, October 24, 2002 at 06:59:46 (PDT) So I'm watching this Roxy Music Live DVD, and there's this scene where Manzanera is doing this awesome solo and Eno is running it thru all this fucked-up gear, turning it into the sound of the apocalypse. They're all glammed out like total douchebags, and it's great. It's totally fucked up and selfish, but alot of the time I feel robbed. I get the bug to go to London, and think who I'd wanna go with, and it's Jon. Who would I want to be my best man? Jon. Nobody's friendship meant more, nobody's opinion meant more. Like I said, I feel jipped- angry and hurt and jipped, and it doesn't fade. It kills me that my kids won't know you, kills me that I can't drag you to Manhattan. Cheesesteaks, record shopping, so much stuff- none of it's the same. A big part of me knows I should just shut my trap- I have so many amazing memories to look back on from a friendship deeper and greater than many ever have. You were a huge influence in my life, and I miss you more than I can express. Life's not the same without you. And, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm selfish. Jer <jeremy_hainline@yahoo.com> USA - Monday, October 07, 2002 at 18:15:48 (PDT) Robyn Hitchcock - "I often dream of trains" ...reminds me of you everytime I listen to it. I miss you homeslice!! Miles USA - Wednesday, September 25, 2002 at 09:16:17 (PDT) "Duuuuuuuuuude." Part of me wants to leave it at that. Since Miles unceremoniously (albeit accidentally) erased my previous entry, I've been struggling with what to write, what to rewrite, and what should remain our own. Referring to the latter, I can hear your reluctant "Haaaaaiiinliiiine" at the thought of me repeating the "smell my finger" story, among many others, both for the sakes of those involved in the incidents and those reading this. Besides, all the best Mallard stories are destined for oral tradition- the slices of life we share with our most liberal of friends, or, in the future, with our kids after some dinner-time alcohol has loosened our tongues. It's funny- I've mentioned your voice twice so far, and the fact is, I hear it alot. It's comforting and, in an odd way, life-affirming, to have had, and still carry with me, a friendship so close that I can still feel it, still hear the conversations in the back of my head. I'm sure there's an appropriate Syd Barrett quote regarding direct lines of conversations across different states of being, but it escapes me. Anyway man, I love you. More than you know. I'll see you in my days and dreams. Jer <taftsize@aol.com> Oakland, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:09:28 (PDT) Forever rockin' in the free world, Doug. Miss ya always. *d* Dolphin <davidm@xnewmedia.com> Oakland, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:08:24 (PDT) Jon's ashes were scattered on Mt. Diablo at Rock City. So, I imagine one could pay their respects up there. Miles USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:07:13 (PDT) Where do I pay my respects to Jon? M CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:04:06 (PDT) The first time I met Jon was through a mutual friend back in '94. We were hanging out at Cafe Italiano in Walnut Creek and from the first moment he said hi I was hooked. His energy was beaming from his kid-like eyes and we had a conversation as if we always knew each other. He made me feel so comfortable and at home. From then on I was amazed by his candor, his stories, his energy...every element that made Jon the blessing that he is. After that we would sit for hours at a time smoking too much and drinking too much (coffee and other choice beverages). I was always entranced by his stories and his wit, a wit that was unique to only him. And when he smiled with that sparkle in his eye it would send the warmest chill up and down my spine that would embrace me with a feeling that resembled a cozy-hot-chocolate-warm-cigarette-cherry glow. His spirit was so warm and wise as if he had walked on this planet centuries before. The effect that his words, his art, his music and his soul had on me was so profound that I will carry his embrace and his spirit wherever I go. He is terribly missed and I don't think my world will ever be the same. Soraiya <soraiya@twodognet.com> CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:03:28 (PDT) Jon... Nolte and I thought of you so many times in the UK. We cried a couple of times, and laughed some too. It's so wonderful to have a place to share our thoughts now that we're back. (Thank you Elgian.) Remembering all the hugs, the songs, jokes, and sweetness that passed bewteen us, and the plans for our futures. Who will we take acid with in the old folk's home? The wheel chair races won't be the same without you. You were John's best friend, and one of his and my greatest fans. We loved how much you supported us when we weren't getting along so well. You were so sure of us, even when we weren't...always reserving judgement cause you wanted to hear "Lisa's side of it". Never afraid to tell us we were acting like babies..."WHAaa." You were going to be our naked, pope-hat-wearing priest. How many times did we laugh about that? You probably would have been the first to hear that John asked me to marry him in Scotland. I would probably be asking you to write us a song for a gift...to play at our wedding. We miss you. I miss you. Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam...misses you. Lisa Dianne <ldhobette@netscape.net> Oakland, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:02:22 (PDT) Jon! I miss you and love you. Thanks for all the conversations, you know what I mean. For always listening, and believing, and understanding- for loving without judgement and for always seeking to know more, accept more, and love more. Thanks for all the naps on your couch. For all the calls that seemed to come in just when I needed them most. I will never forget all those simple moments which ultimately made one of my favorite friendships. Kisses!! Carolina <caroli72@aol.com> Berkeley, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 16:01:09 (PDT) Jon- I miss you so much. I will never forget our last phone conversation or the sound of your voice. When I was in Maui I felt as if you were with me the entire time and I know that you were. I pray everyday that I will meet someone like you with your personality and humor. But I know there is only one Jon Howard and I thank God everyday that I got to be part of your life and you as part of mine. I love you always and forever. Love Renee Renee <Nehneer@aol.com> MTZ, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:59:42 (PDT) Oh, how I long for that resounding Doug Mallard, "BOO-YAH!" as he'd pull a Marie Calender's chicken pot pie out of the oven. "Now that's luv'in!" he'd say while dumping the whole pie upsideside into a larger bowl, grabbing a spoon, filling a large cup with cola, and parking himself in a chair to chow down. I miss you Home Slice! Blind Mellon Miles <blindmellonmiles@dougmallard.com> The Land Down Under - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:58:19 (PDT) Jon was a dear, dear friend. It was always a treat to be invited to the latest episode of the Miles & Mallard Show, if you know what I mean... Scott Stokes <www.rabidmonkey69@hotmail.com> SF, CA USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:56:53 (PDT) During the Spring term 1986 I started school at Monte Vista. I didn't know anyone, as I had just moved from Dallas Texas to a snooty little town called Danville. The first week I was there I ate lunch alone, way back behind the Science building. Each day I couldn't help but notice this big awkward guy with his hands in his pockets passing by me, sometimes four times in one lunch break. He seemed to be sizing me up, not looking directly at me just a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. The following week I met Jon Howard. From "the Summer that wouldn't end" (1987) to "the mango splattered highway", one of my favorite "Howard" stories would have to be "The Brownie". One day while walking the halls of M.V., probably arguing over how The Jesus And Mary Chain wouldn't even exist if it weren't for the Velvet Underground, or perhaps making bets as to when The Bay city Rollers would launch their big comeback. Anyway, Jon casually informs me that he needs to go to the cafeteria to get a brownie. Thinking nothing of it I oblige him and we head to the lunchroom. After purchasing his brownie (out of my pocket I might add) and still lost in our previous conversation, I start to notice that Jon has been fashioning his brownie square into something that very much resembles a huge dog turd. "What the ____ are you doing"! Jon's reply, "hold on you'll see". He then motions me over to the most high traffic area on campus, the hill where all the jocks and cheerleaders would have their lunch. Jon picks out a prime location in the grass for his nugget and we wait. The bell officially summoning lunch rings and out they file. From our distance we laugh at a few students who almost step in Jon's creation. Being content with the outcome of this prank, I ask Jon if he would like to get some lunch. Jon's reply, "hold on". And almost as if on que a group of about six girls make their way over to the lawn to sit down by the brownie. With that Jon exclaims, "Dude", startling everyone within a ten foot radius. Reaching down Jon grabs the hefty biscuit and pops it in his mouth, munching away to the shreaks and disgusted looks of the girls on the hill. Jon has commended my complete respect ever since. On a side note, Jon once told me that the greatest thing that he saw me ever do was kiss Mr.Pat Fish's shoe whilst he was playing a show in S.F. ( I was a little tipsy, and feeling overly affectionate that night ) Anyway, the look of total shock on Jon's face as he pulled me back was followed by his famous laugh, which I can still hear, as it rang louder than the crowd or the music that night. Jon I thank you for introducing me to the likes of: Biff Bang Pow ( I quote you as saying one word about them, "Beautiful" ), the smooth stylings of Roxy Music, Joy division when all I new was New Order, reintroducing me to Mr. David Bowie, and most importantly The Jazz Butcher. Im sorry two years past since we last saw each other and that the last time we conversed was through email. What I wouldn't give up to sit again in your smokey room hearing you speak passionately about these bands and to hear that warm laugh of yours. Mrs. Howard thanks for keeping the Alhambra flowing throughout the "summer that wouldn't end!" A term coined by Jer about a band and a garage. I still stand by my statement that Pony Show was the greatest band ever assembled! However, I will still dispute Jer & Jons allegations that I was found incapacitated in your closet wearing your night gown after one said Pony Show practice. And to all, I know in my heart that right now, that if Jons not schooling Morrison or Cobain on how Bobby Gillespie was no Moe Tucker or how David Gedge really knew how to work a crowd, he is dressed to the nines, shades on, Gretch White Falcon in hand "rocking" his corner of heaven. Jon I love you and miss you, your fan, Met Metra USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:54:36 (PDT) One hell of a guy... One heaven of a heart... I observed you more then I interacted; you were an awe to me, and never was there a time that I did'nt laugh or learn somthing in our brief interactions... you always said things perfectly. Never boring. Always interesting. I never think of powerful people dieing young. But you did. I cant believe all the things I learn about you in your passing. You are mighty. You seem to have come a long way, I supose you werent so young after all. a.l. w.c., ca USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:53:11 (PDT) Jon, I miss and love you very much. You were an angel sent to this world to teach us all about love, friendship, and how we can be better human beings. Jon you were a gentle giant and I am so glad that my childeren had the honor and the pleasure of getting to know you. Caitlin's fondest memories of you are that you were very nice, funny and could burp the entire alphabet. I will add more stoires of us when we were kids later. I love you Jon and thank you for coming to visit me in my dreams. Love and miss you lots Jon, Carlana Flynn Carlana Flynn <cfandhf@aol.com> USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:51:39 (PDT) Doug taught me everything I know about playing the guitar! Jimi-Ray Van Clapton USA - Friday, September 06, 2002 at 15:50:18 (PDT) So Good Pey CA USA - Sunday, September 01, 2002 at 13:11:52 (PDT) |