Writer Wayne Wilson remembers his friend:
Searching the Internet for the late Bob “Frizz” Fuller yields several screens’ worth of song credits, a hodge-podge of exaggeration and myth, a few supercilious observations about his appearance, hygiene, and behavior, and the general impression of an amusing crackpot who happened to compose “funny” songs. There’s ample evidence too of the sorts of fans who, immune to the enchantment of the music itself, relish at a safe distance the spectacle of human wreckage. It’s probably fair to say, though, that most people have never heard of him. But there was a moment when it looked as if he was going to pull it off, carve out a musical niche like that of Tom Waits or Loudon Wainwright III. His work was praised and performed by Jackson Browne, Ry Cooder, Linda Ronstadt, Walter Eagan, David Lindley, Leo Kottke, Warren Zevon, and Chris Darrow. Radio stations played his songs in respectable rotation. Yet he ended his days as a resident in a retirement and assisted living center off the Strip in Las Vegas, his songs languishing in shoeboxes…
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Bob “Frizz” Fuller 