Some of you may have heard this very sad news. For those who have not I
apologize for having to send an email.

Our bandmate Bob Mayo died of a heart attack on Monday, February 23rd while
touring with Peter Frampton's band in Basel, Switzerland. He was 53.

There are no words to describe the depth of our sadness and the empty space
he leaves behind in our hearts and lives. Our heartfelt sympathies go out to
all of Bob's family.

Bob was unique. I do not know of another musician who could sit at a keyboard
and blast through hours of music calling tunes, singing and leading the band,
and at any moment stand up and grab a guitar and rip through another set of
songs with finesse equal to any of the greats. We were all honored and lucky to
play with him.

Bob toured with Peter Frampton, Foreigner, Hall and Oates, Dan Fogelberg,
Robert Plant, and Aerosmith. He was a member of our bands Bergers with Mayo and
The Renovators. And he played with many of us locally in many different
configurations whenever he had the chance. He loved to play. Ironically, it was
in those small clubs and not on the big stages where you really got to hear the
extent of Bob's truly huge talent.

Thanks so much to all of you who have supported us over the years. I know Bob
appreciated the love you gave. He was the most gracious man. He was willing
to meet and give his full attention to anyone who wished to speak to him.

I have already received many emails with your condolences and stories of how
Bob touched you. Thank you. I welcome these. I will collect them in hopes that
we can share them together in the future.

I will let you know as I hear of services in New York and/or Nashville. And I
am sure there will be a musical gathering in his honor in the near future.
There is a vast community of players and fans that will want to get together to
celebrate Bob's rich, musical life.

Al Hemberger
Ted Hemberger
Bob Rasero

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Bob Mayo A Remembrance

Bob Mayo played music with a tremendous amount of heart, always. Without

question it's the one emotion that was undeniable in his playing,

whether it was a solo in a packed arena or in comping behind a vocalist

in a small town bar. It's the one thing that I could always count on.

The one feeling that I always remember and the only thing in the end

that really matters to me as a musician. Without it, we're all just

going through the motions, unrecognizable to each other. With it, our

true individuality shines right on through and we stand out as

individuals, truly original. Bob knew this early on and had a jump on

most of us. So I guess it really comes as no surprise that after so much

music, an unfathomable amount, that in the end I hear the news from

thousands of miles away that his heart just gave out. I'll always

remember him for giving us all that great heart and I will never forget

him.

Bob Rasero

Cumberland, Maine 2/23/04