Awe shit! He's too young!
Thanks for the announcement, Bob.
I was talking with pianist James Williams between his sets at The Willow in Somerville, MA in 1984 when Lyle walked up and James exploded with a big smile and a shout and they hugged like long lost brothers. James introduced me to Lyle and Lyle later sat in on a ballad. About a year later Lyle came to my gig at that same club, quite an honor to be sure, but I think he lived nearby and a young John Medeski was in that band.
Lyle was a very, very gentle soul with a huge, warm and welcoming heart that you could feel standing next to him.
It is easy to hear his love in his music.
RIP, Lyle Mays