The Rockets David Gilbert

Dave Gilbert and his absolute Killer vocals. Lordy Lord! How was he this good!⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Rockets ~ Fast Thing In Detroit ~ (1977) Vinyl LP Edition This was recorded from an original 1977 version LP vinyl record tha...

David Lee Gilbert
A Powerhouse of Vocals Detroit Rockstar
12 4 51 - 8 1 01
Gone 25 years today.
It's forever and yesterday.

Photo Lynn Heydenreich

Today's date is 7-31.
On 7-31-01 , 25 years ago , in room # 731, shortly after midnight , my love, David Gilbert took his last breath . It adds to 11-11.

The Dr. could not pronounce him deceased because his loving heart would not stop beating. When it did my life changed forever.

He was a working man by day ( photo left ) and sang his heart out by night. He loved doing both.

All the guys on the job site loved him for who he was. Just David the man, not knowing the very extraordinary talent amongst them. David was a magnet. His energy was intense.

David Gilbert went to The St. Judes Retreat where he cleansed his beautiful soul in the mountains and wrote his life story.

He came home sober only to pass a few months later. I have finished his story. I will publish in God's perfect time. We learned many life lessons together and he still sparkles down to those he knew and loved on earth.

People he knew dream about him like I do.
This man defined music. He could sing before he could talk. This man gave his heart and soul to his fans and friends . He loved everybody. He was an empath. We both were.

He was not too cool to shake your hand and sign an autograph like many of those egotistical rockers of that era .

He would tell me he loved singing with friends at venues and that when he was in bands that were famous on the rise, it was no longer fun for him. It was too controlling. He was the front man. He carried those bands to great heights. A huge responsibility.

He lived, he laughed, he played acoustic guitar and he had the most beautiful soul.

People could feel him walk into a room. He radiated love and charisma. His laugh was contagious. People working in stores at restaurants found him enchanting. Anywhere he went.

He was my best friend. My twin flame. He trusted me after all that pain and betrayal of so many. Yet he never complained. He never talked bad about anybody.

He experienced the loss of family. Suicides , murder, lies , jealousy and abandonment and betrayals by those he trusted.

I never left his side. I have never felt love like his . Today, I bought an acoustic guitar in his honor. I miss that most. I miss him playing my song ,"Tiny Dancer "around the fire. I was often an audience of one and it was beautiful.

I wish he were here. We had each other for many years yet not long enough. Tons of hugs . I miss that a lot.

He was not advertised on social media like all these acts of current times. He did not need to be. He was followed by word of mouth.

If you heard him sing and watched him perform, you knew you were in the midst of someone very special.

I know your Rockin the Heavens David Lee like you did here. You are not forgotten. You are forever loved not just by me, yet by many you touched.

You left this world a better place with your gift of song and for the amazing human being you were. You were fabulous darling . 💞👏

25 years ago it was so hot as we sat on our porch and it began to rain lightly. Like it is now outside , in late July.
We lived in a big farmhouse apartment.
I stood in the rain with my hands open cooling off . David sat on the porch watching. I said look ! I stuck my tongue out to catch rain and he laughed.
I had no way of knowing the following week, he would be gone from this Earth.
I asked him to come off the porch and join me.
He said; no honey , I like watching you.
It was so refreshing , I began to plead a bit. He was so sick and hesitant like a child.
I walked up the step and put my hand out and asked please and said to him, trust me you will love this.
He got up off his chair and grabbed my hand and we joined both hands and stood in the rain. Much like children.
We turned in circles together , he came in close for a hug.
He looked into my eyes and said; You always know how to lift my spirit. I told him I loved him. He said ditto and kissed my cheek. The light rain felt good cooling off. I will never forget that last dance in the rain.
This weekend David will be gone 25 years. Those last days we had together, were sacred.

The Dr. at Henry Ford said he could live a year. He was gone two weeks later. He was so special.

I write about him here in honor because his memory is so close to my heart. He lives there. Still.