Bert’s Market — Folly Beach, SC
Eric Gonzales was in my graduating class at Madison-Grant High School in Fairmount, Indiana. We were the two Erics, so he went by Gonzo and I was generally known by an intentional mispronunciation of my last name, said like Deans. While living in Charlotte, I found out Gonzo had moved to the beach just outside Charleston. I visited him in Folly Beach, SC on a couple lost weekends, gobbling some mushrooms and swimming far out under the moonlight, playing each other new tunes on his porch. But we lost touch. I heard he built up some resentment for me for whatever reason, maybe thought I was a sellout with a 9-to-5 job, not sure. I returned to Folly Beach whilst on tour with BCNC and took note of this sign on the glass door of Bert’s Market promoting Eric’s regular solo show and recently released album, Gold Clouds Blue Skies.
In fear our LPs would melt in the car, I took the box of vinyl into Bert’s and asked the woman behind the counter if we could store them there while we took a dip. She obliged. “You know this guy on the door, Eric Gonzales?” I asked. “I went to high school with him. One of my good friends.”
"Yes. He’s in here quite often. Twice a day," she said. "He has long hair, down to his butt."
"If you see him, tell him Eric from Charlotte is right out there on the beach with a Bud Light Lime tallboy for him," I told her. Eric never showed.
Eric, wherever you are, our paths are somehow parallel but also, somehow, not.