Thank you all for saying RIP to Rob on July 30th. But he actually passed away from an accidental overdose of booze/coke/heroin at about 11pm on July 31st.

When I left him (we never got a legal separation or divorce), he told me he was going to drink himself to death, because, as he said, without me he had "no more reason to live." He told me, apart from his father and grandmother, who were both passed, he never loved anyone else in life, but me.

I loved him too, endlessly, even after we split, even now, after his passing. But he was a heavy weight on me in life, and he knew that. I tried to tell him I couldn't take anyone leaning on me that hard, but I guess he couldn't help it. So I gave him my rent controlled apartment,and gradually left.

He later moved out, to go to a slum on Allen Street, to live with heroin addict,"Jett," and her junkie mates, where he later died, because he said the apartment he shared with me "held too many memories." He said I was in every corner, when he was there alone.

His passing was listed as an "accidental overdose" but I knew it was really suicide, because he told me so, months earlier, from the time I left.

His so-called "manager" after I was long gone, "Jett" introduced him to I.V. drugs. The coroner said his autopsy showed, he was not an addict yet. "Jett" was the one who found him dead.

But before EMS and cops arrived, she was at the bank embezzeling his money, as any junkie would, when they realise their gravy train just pulled out of the station. His estate ended up getting the money back from the bank.

In life, he told me he never wanted to return to the UK. So I had his body cremated, and I put his ashes in various places I thought he'd like...The pink sands of the Sahara desert in Morocco...Across from the Parachute drop in Coney Island...Tammy Wynettes poolside garden (when I was there for a party when she was alive)... Hudson Park across from the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island...New Orleans (my fave American city)....I still have more ashes to scatter, but not enough cool places to put them in.

Ofcourse I have long, moved on from his demise. I am 51, and have a great relationship with a man I met initially many years ago, when I was a teen, and he was a Glitter Rock star, older than me. But still, I want to honor Rob by scattering the rest of his ashes before my days are up...But I can't think of anymore good spots?

Any suggestions?

I never got to speak to Rob, but he was always the one I stood in front of in my first Wonder Stuff gigs, and I used to love the edge he gave the band, and the instantly recognisable bass lines.
In Stourbridge, UK, there is a building site just off the ring road where there was once a ramshackle recording studio called Wreckless/The Fridge/Icehouse (choose your era) Its gone now, knocked down last month, just rubble. But every time I drive past, it makes me think that the most important album in my life was written and rehearsed there.
I guess it's a long way from NYC but for me personally, that would be the place where something that means so much to so many of us was born.

Thank you, Mr. Cruise...You gave me a very good idea! :-)

And I have to say, I am very proud of my deceased husband, that he inspired you, as he did. His Spirit is surely HONORED by your feelings and kind words!

Btw...The only time in about 30 years, that I did not watch a show from the wings, or the sound board or the light board/tower, was the night I first saw Rob. I was at the Ritz (NYC), watching from the wings, on the opposite side that Rob was on. I saw how he stalked the stage, and I was compelled to go out front, into the audience, to watch, well back from the stage, so I could see the whole view of what he was doing, and how the audience was reacting.

He was one of the least famous (in this country), but most charismatic performers I ever saw, and later we were introduced, and Rob dragged me (literally -- running down the street) to the after party.

My friend who worked for the band, and gave me the All Access Pass that night, could not BELIEVE that I abandoned my spot backstage, to join the crowd and watch from the audience (I hate crowds), but The Bass Thing had so much charisma, I had to see the show from the front, to see how he interacted with the people. He was the only one on that stage worth watching, imo, that night, and for every show I ever saw, thereafter. There will never be another man born on this earth like Rob Jones.

Hi Jessica-
Tried to PM you about this but for some reason it didn't go. Hi Jessica-
I never met you, but I knew Rob in NYC (from about '90-'93) and adored him. I have a cassette of the "Bridge & Tunnel Crew" album "Full Mental Racket". I think you are credited on 2 of the songs (J Ronson?) but I have no info on who else played on it. Do you know any of the info?
Thanks...
Dagmar

Hi Jessica,
I can think of a really good place. Don't know if useful still.
It's in India, in Ganapatipule, Maharashtra. The vibrations are the best there. I would have ended up like Rob if I had not been there.

Could anyone please give me his date of birth?

Many thanks,
Sylvie