We grew up learning guitar Rich Onaga <br />You from the east side of Detroit I was from Hamtramck <br />We were taught at the Americana School of Music and Dance <br />Which was founded by Frank Tucci and his wife <br />Don Barr was our teacher <br />We were in an accordion band under the direction of Mel Bai <br />Even though we played guitars along with Dennis Kiraga. <br />Palmer Hughes books that was our diet for ensemble practice <br />we played until were we ready for stage band under the direction of Elmer Sugeves <br />We also took part in duets and the stage of the Detroit Institute of Arts. <br />I shocked me to hear of your demise, <br /> I wanted to find you on FaceBook but to no avail, <br />Then I Googled you and at last I found you -and your obituary. <br />We both played American made Epiphones, Sorrentos to be exact, <br />-the semi-hollow guitar with Venetian Cutyaway <br />I found that you had a family and so do I <br />I have pursued music as my venue in life <br />So you've pursued insurance and investments <br />I wish that we found each other before your tragic -finale. <br />So we can play a duet together later, much later, <br /> If I can help it <br />I have MS to contend with down here. <br />There ought to be an Americana Studio in heaven, <br />WHERE FRANK TUCCI IS SELLING ACCORDIANS <br />AND EPIPHONES TO THE ANGELS.<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rip-richard-onaga/
