Whenever I would go somewhere with him, he almost always had his mini-disk recorder. I remember one night in particular in the summer of 1988 we went to see the Cubs play the Padres at Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego. At the time I lived in a condo down the street from the stadium and Eddie was living in La Mesa. Due to the traffic surrounding the stadium, he parked at my house and we walked down the street to see the game. He had his recorder out the entire time making comments such as, "Me and MB are almost there. We'll be seeing the Cubs crush the 'madres'(a put down to the Padres) tonight." Later on during the game he broke out the recorder again. We were sitting in right-center field. Eddie always enjoyed sitting out there because the seats were cheap ($3.00), and it gave him the room to kick his feet up on the seats in front of him and relax while seeing the entire field of play. A half hour would pass and suddenly out came the recorder again, "Me and Mr. Mike are here at Jack Murphy Stadium. It's the top of the third and the Cubs are up on the madres 2-0. Durham's at the plate, no outs. Here comes the blow out folks!!"
You might ask, who was he talking to? Well, he was talking to himself. Later on at night while working his graveyard shift at the petroleum site, he would enjoy listening to the highlights of his day. It was boring and even lonely at times for him working by himself. The temptation to call a friend was extinguished by the fact that everyone was sleeping. At times when he would relieve me at midnight, he would play his messages for the day. He would have a big smile on his face. Most of the time, however, the messages he left for himself were not shared with me or anyone else. They were personal notations that he felt might have embarrassed himself or been boring for others to hear. They were documentation's of his daily life that he would reflect upon and draw inspiration from when writing lyrics for some of his songs.
Eddie's songwriting skills were influenced in a large way by observing and talking to big name artists first hand. His studious and respectful attitude was well received by many artists which led them to open up to Eddie. As a roady for the Bacchanal and San Diego State University Open Air Theater, he had the opportunity to meet these mainstream artists. It was the whole point of being a roady. He didn't like the work at all. The whole purpose of the gig was to