There are no words to describe the loss we feel. He was our friend, our bandmate, and our brother. We laughed, we played, and we danced. Our hearts are broken.

We love you, Jeff.

- Tripp, Jenny, Chelyen, and Chris

 JEFF BROWN’S TUNE

(May 24, 1956 – March 25, 2023)

Look for me in the apple wood

In the wind over the festival ground

In the whiskey glass -- at the bottom.

Hear me in the flatfoot step

The slap of the bass and purr of the cat

The joyful din of the bar,

the longest laugh.

I'm in the break of the wave against the boat

The crack of the fallen bridge

The echo of the string --

Let it ring.

Hold the note and let it ring, and when it falls

Let it go. 

It's moving day, little Liza Jane, get on that New River train.

Where does all the energy go? Down the river, don't you know?

It cannot be created or destroyed,

Only converted

One form to another.

To fretless apple wood

To wind, to string, to crooked note.

Look for me there, and when you find me

We'll play a new tune together.

I went ahead to learn it.

-          Chelyen Davis

Jeff grew up in Galax, Virginia, listening to and learning from musicians of Grayson and Carroll Counties.  He played with and learned from Abe Horton, Rafe Brady, Albert Hash, and Enoch Rutherford, and performed with Kyle Creed as part of the Camp Creek Boys. In his early days, Jeff played and won ribbons at fiddlers conventions, including a 2nd & 4th in the Old-Time Band, and 2nd in the Old-Time Banjo at the Galax Old Fiddlers Convention.