Iconic bass guitarist of Red Hot Chili Peppers, Flea, took to his official Instagram account to share his feelings about the death of the former guitarist of the band, Jack Sherman, and wrote a long letter about him.

Jack joined RHCP in a short period back in 1984 after Hillel Slovak left the band, and he replaced by Hillel again in 1985. Last month, Jack passed away due to the heart attack and saddened the community.

Flea admitted that it took weeks to process the death of Jack and revealed the effect of Jack into his life. Flea stated that they were communicating even after the departure of Jack and showed that they were close friends while paying his tribute to him.

Furthermore, Flea mentioned the guitar part of Jack in the ‘Mommy, Where Is Daddy?’ song and he influenced the way Flea’s point of view about the rhythm. Also, Flea learned about the diet, eating clean, and be conscious of his body from Jack.

Here is what Flea wrote:

“It has taken me a couple of weeks to process the death of Jack Sherman. Our relationship was complicated, we stopped playing music together in 1985 and things were often fraught in the rare times we communicated since. I found him to be unreasonable sometimes, and I’m sure I behaved like an obnoxious asshole with him sometimes.

This morning, in pondering him, a wave of appreciation washed over me, which is really the only truth of the matter. When I first went to his house he had a ‘One Nation Under A Groove’ flag on his bedroom wall, and he played me funk I had never heard, like March To the Witches Castle.”

He continued:

“He was beaming with glee when he played it, and we were enrapt in the mythology of the funk like a couple of little kids. He played the most wicked guitar part on our song Mommy Where’s Daddy, a thing that influenced the way I heard rhythm forever. He taught me about diet, eating clean, and be conscious of my body.

But more than anything, he was my friend. We came from very different backgrounds, had different world views, and it was hard for us to relate to one another often.

But the excitement we shared over music, and the joy that bubbled up between us will last forever. Rest In Peace Sherm I love you.

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It has taken me a couple of weeks to process the death of Jack Sherman. Our relationship was complicated, we stopped playing music together in 1985 and things were often fraught in the rare times we communicated since. I found him to be unreasonable sometimes, and I’m sure I behaved like an obnoxious asshole with him sometimes. This morning, in pondering him, a wave of appreciation washed over me, which is really the only truth of the matter. When I first went to his house he had a ONE NATION UNDER A GROOVE flag on his bedroom wall, and he played me funk I had never heard, like March To the Witches Castle. He was beaming with glee when he played it, and we were enrapt in the mythology of the funk like a couple of little kids. He played the most wicked guitar part on our song Mommy Where’s Daddy, a thing that influenced the way I heard rhythm forever. He taught me about diet, to eat clean and be conscious of my body. But more than anything, he was my friend. We came from very different backgrounds, had different world views, and it was hard for us to relate to one another often. But the excitement we shared over music, and the joy that bubbled up between us will last forever. Rest In Peace Sherm I love you.

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