R.I.P. Mr. Cawthon, Long Live Fuzzy’s!
Saturday, October 28th, 2006Sigh. It seems everyday the music dies a little more. Today’s death, however, was big. J. Michael Cawthon died. You might have known him better as Fuzzy. Since 1983, he’s operated a public house on North Druid Hills road with some of the best Creole cooking you could imagine. He also made sure that some of the best musicians played his club in front of tiny houses. Want to see Francine Reed up close? You can do it at Fuzzy’s. You just can’t do it with Fuzzy anymore.
A bar owner sets the tone. In the same way Brian Maloof made Manuel’s better when he took over, and how Tamra Erisman makes Cotton’s one of the friendliest places to get great food, Fuzzy wanted to make sure you relaxed. His bar is everything a Jimmy Buffett song ever aspired to be. The staff is sassy but caring, the food is great tasting but a little bad for you, and they have a fully stocked basic bar. Fuzzy just wanted you to kick back and have some fun.
He meant it too. Once, one of the best guitar players in town was on stage and had played a whole set, but hadn’t sung anything. Fuzzy walked straight up to him and offered him $100 on the spot to sing one song! The guitar player declined and Fuzzy just shook his head. “C’mon man! Sing one song! The people will love you! I will love you and give you a hundred dollars! How much more complicated is life than that?”
If you want to celebrate, make a donation to the Georgia Alzheimers Foundation and then come Nov. 01 to Fuzzy’s Place (on North Druid Hills between 85 and Buford Highway) and celebrate the life of one cool guy.