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Twenty-nine years ago today we lost my father, Dave Guard. He was born in the “territory” of Hawaii October 19, 1934. His parents worked for the military and, at the time of the Pearl Harbor invasion, lived at the military housing complex, Hickem Field just next door. Dad, age seven at the time, went out to get the Sunday paper so he could read the comics. Several Zeros passed overhead low enough that he could see the expressions on the pilots faces. He rushed inside to tell his folks who told him he was dreaming and go back to bed. Soon the explosions over at Pearl Harbor made it clear it was no joke. His mother began to rattle off addresses of nearest relatives on the mainland for him to contact in case he was left alone. The following day the three of them slept in a drainage tunnel with several other families that feared a further attack￼￼. He said he was bitten by a dog and visited the Pearl Harbor hospital for treatment. He and his mother Marjorie took a boat to the mainland, stayed in Santa Cruz for a day or so, then took a train across the country to DC where they stayed with relatives. His father, Jack fought in the war and was present at the battle of Okinawa. Two of his uncles were killed at the Normandy invasion.
I was born April twentieth, Hitler’s birthday so, Dad being a kid during WW2, never let me live it down. He’d be teaching me some guitar and if I was not arching my fretting hand he’d tell me, “Arch that hand Hitler!”
After things cooled down and the war ended he and his mom returned to Hawaii and dad went to Punaho High School where he met Bob Shane and best friend Cyrus Faryar. He finished high school back on the mainland at Menlo High School and then went on to Stanford where he met my mother Gretchen. He was an economics major and graduated and began playing music with Bob Shane and his new friend from Menlo Business College, Nick Reynolds. They would play for peanuts and beer at a place called the Cracked Pot in Redwood City and were discovered and signed by their future manager, Frank Werber￼. They began gigging at the Hungry I and the Purple Onion in North Beach, San Francisco￼. They played small clubs across the country and in Mexico and recorded their first record. On that record was a song called Tom Dooley that they learned from a young woman who they saw audition it at the hungry I. A Utah DJ loved the song and started to play it and share it with his DJ friends. The public loved it and called in requesting it again and again and soon it was a number one hit. The band was contracted to play several small venues at the time and we are required legally to fulfill them but soon they were playing colleges, a very new thing at the time. They were really the first to do that. They began to tour all over the world and record several successful albums.
Dave left the band in 1961 because of the typical music business scenario of countless ripoffs and sycophants. His royalties were stolen after he departed and continue to be assuaged to this day. It was a great loss for the audience but Dad couldn’t sit and watch people smile in his face as they twisted their knives in his belly. Frustrated with that and the whole Cold War climate he took the family to Australia where he’d enjoyed being on tour. He did a lot of session work and hosted a TV show, Dave’s Place in 1965. It was good for my mom, sisters and me to have him at home after all the touring he’d done. One of my first memories is of the New Lost City Ramblers visiting our home while being guests on his television show￼. Pete Seeger visited us as well. Dad told me I was very curious and social with him although I was very shy around most adults. He said Seeger seemed to think it must’ve been the appeal of the music and he was right.￼
We returned to the United States in late 1967 and Dad began to promote his book, Colour Guitar with lessons. My mother resumed with pursuing her degree in fine art at Stanford.￼ Dad formed several bands in the 1970s and authored two children’s books based on Irish and Hawaiian legends￼. One of dad‘s vans was a collaboration with the modern full Quartet which consists of, Henry Diltz, Chip Douglas, Cyrus Faryar, and Jerry Yester. All four are legendary figures in the music business for performing and producing talents￼. Dad needed a drummer and asked John Stewart for help. John had been working with Peter Thomas, a British drummer so Thomas was hired for a few gigs. We had an off night so it was up to my sister and myself to entertain Chip Douglas and Peter Thomas. We partied a bit and went and tried to get into a sold out showing of Star Wars with little success. So we went home and partied in our living room. Peter Thomas kept telling us he worked with a guy back in England and to remember his name￼, Elvis Costello because it was likely we’d be hearing about him. He kept singing Blame It On Cain and that emerged soon as well.
Dad became involved with the guru, Baba Muktananda and stopped performing for a while but soon got back in the game after meeting the Shaw brothers in New Hampshire in the mid-80s￼. We got the sad news in 1988 that dad had contracted lymphoma. After a remission the cancer came back and we lost him on the first day of the Zodiac, March 22, 1991. It was then that I realized what a great significant contribution he had made to music and the world. He was remembered in obituaries and well known magazines and television reports.￼ he was a great father to me and shared all of the great resources he had. I am always happy to know people who met him because he is very difficult to describe.￼￼ When I was a student at the San Francisco Art institute in the 80s he would often come up from his home near Palo Alto and visit with my friends and me. I’m glad to have had him as a friend to hang out with. We all miss him very much.
I’ve included some old photos and a couple of recents with me and my kids, Tara and Pascal, his grandchildren. I’ve also tagged a lot of my friends and fans who knew Dave.
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