I've always treasured this photo - now more than ever. I was at a TOP show in Toronto with my daughter. At some point before the show started we saw Rocco pass by the door of the big tent venue. A few minutes later she disappeared - and came back ten minutes later, and said, "follow me". She had gone backstage, found Rocco, and arranged for a meeting and a photo. It was a special moment for me - he was a hero. Still the most unique voice in funk bass playing in my view - no one seems to be able to play Rocco except Rocco (without resorting to a pick, anyway). Anyway farewell to Rocco, my hero of many years, and a friend for a couple of minutes, anyway.