He wouldn’t want us to be sad. He wasn’t much for pity. I hadn’t seen him since before the pandemic but I had chatted with him briefly about finally writing down the amazing stories he had about EVERYONE. Name an artist and he had probably mixed them at some point.
Wes had been under the weather for some time but it doesn’t make me feel any better about it. He loved and was loved and I’d like to think he’s returned to his beloved mother and dogs.
Wes often let me tag along while he was mixing at the Melting Point. I learned more from him in those hours than I can repay. They don’t make ’em like him anymore. I hope his family and close friends can find some peace in the coming days.