So rather than try to fill in the blanks as regards to him, I will print what he sent to me to fill holes and update his situation, verbatim:

I visited a doctor when I was in Colorado, he said. As a matter of fact, some people finally dragged me to a doctor. I got some news that was less than encouraging, so I decided it was time for me to return to Fort Worth and gather my stuff together because I’d lost it all over the years. The people who care about me and love me and in fact admire my music have kept it and when I came back to town, they started coming out of the woodworks saying here, here’s this cassette tape you left over at my house, you know, sixteen years ago or something. And the numbers started piling up. None of these were songs that were in the catalogue that I carry along with me. I record them, They’re unforgettable in my mind and I can play them anytime, so I wasn’t careful about making sure they were recorded and copyrighted and all.

The months left were spent gathering and collating those songs. They helped make his last days tolerable. Besides the songs and his good friends, White was desolate- no money, no strength. He made a deal with friends Michael Mann and Rex Farr for future publishing rights and relied on others to help him make it through.

David Bullock, like Scott Fraser, was reluctant at first to talk. We traded many emails before he sure that his participation was what convinced Scott to communicate as well. Of the four, Bullock and Fraser held Space Opera closest to the vest. There were moments neither wanted to revisit for fear that they would be misrepresented or misunderstood. There were things that happened, though public, they considered more private. You can give lip service to such an attitude, but unless you understand that to these four guys, and especially to Bullock and Fraser, Space Opera was a living thing, you won’t understand at all.

I write them

Without Bullock, this history would not have been written.