I remember him like this: in Miami, Florida, the day after the band's truck - containing all their instruments and equipment and costumes - was ripped off from outside the hall where they'd played. Alex was running around a dolphinarium in T-shirt, shorts and cowboy boots admiring the most intelligent species on the planet. He only alluded once to the disaster. 'I wouldn't'a minded,' he announced, 'but I had a coupla Sergeant Fury comics lyin' around in that truck.’