I have just heard the sad news about the passing of Bobby Felder, whom I came to know and love when I was a student at UDC back in the ’80s. I was one of the few white students in the music department — and the university at large — but Bobby just saw me for who I really was, which had nothing to do with the color of my skin: I was a professional journalist in my late 20s who was struggling with many issues in her life and just wanted to learn more about music.
I studied guitar with Bobby, but far more important than the guitar-playing techniques Bobby taught me were the lessons he taught me about living. “Cream rises,” he’d always say to me with a smile, reminding me to be self-confident no matter what was happening in my life. He was a great music teacher and mentor, but more than that, he was for a time my guardian angel, always looking out for my best interests.
Bless you, Bobby Felder, for all the beautiful music you gave the world, and for your kind, gentle, beautiful spirit. I’m sure you’re already playing your trombone for the angels!
Marilyn Millstone