Hey fellers, thanks for sharing your reminiscences about a real Kansas City gem. Greg Camp, what a singer, what a gift. And what a waste. Now that he's gone, I mourn his loss with you, and for all of us. When I was doing my solo album, Greg's was a voice I just had to have with me on the project. He had a cold the day the session was booked, but who knew? His singing always soared.

I suppose we all have our demons. It's a damn shame that his kept him from reaching the heights that his talent and his deep soul could have easily gotten him to. RIP, Greg. Nothing but the best of memories.

All the best to you, all y'all Nace peoples!

 

Thinking about Greg, there was a time when I would see him out more than I would hear him play.
   He liked people.  He liked hanging out to talk to 'em about music, about women, about whisky and how to juggle all three.  Mr. van Loon (hey Larry--how are ya?) is correct in mourning Greg's unrealized sucesses; let me offer that Greg didn't have demons, but monkeys.
       Demons can be privately banished, exorcized, and shackled while still being present.
    Monkeys, however are playful, disorganized, social and a whole lot stronger than they look. 
       Greg and his troop of spiritual simians enjoyed each other's company as much as performing for the rest of us.. they climbed over his back and around his shoulders spinning on his head with often breathtaking grace.  He was a singular ringleader. His performance has made us all smile a bigtop sized grin. Thanks, Greg; we'll share some peanuts and a shot when we meet again......  
 

 

Love you Greg. Wi chi ti ti     Maria

 

As a vocalist, Greg Camp was a major influence on developing my craft. His rich tone and the way he phrased a lyric, the purity of his voice will stick in my mind always. I had not seen Greg for years but he will always be a part of my musical memories. God bless you Greg and keep on rockin.