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For our Surfer brother Robert Terry Moser.

“The bond between friends cannot be broken by chance; no interval of time or space can destroy it. Not even death itself can part true friends” – John Cassian



In 1966, I became part of a musical group called The Surfers. I was not yet 14 years old. There were four of us, Mike Anderson, Jim Samples, Bob Moser, and me. We just knew we were going to be rock stars. The youngest, Mike, was 13. The oldest, Bob, was 15. Jim and I were both almost 14.


As was the tradition in those days, we all had nicknames. Mike was Slick. Jim was Farmer. I was Booworm. Bob was Cobb Moss. There were reasons for each of those names, but I’ll save those stories for another day.


We sang and played our hearts out and became closer than brothers. We spent more time with each other than we did our families. The bonds between us were as strong as the finest steel. Each of us knew the others had our back. We could not imagine life without each other. All throughout our high school days, we WERE The Surfers. That is who we were, and it was an incredible, life-changing experience.


Even though we quit playing actively in 1970, the relationships lasted until this very day. Even when we were miles and miles apart, living our lives as adults do, we thought of each other often. We stayed in contact over the many decades. If there were four guys who loved each other deeply, it was us.


This all changed on December 23, 2020. I got a call from Mike, telling me that Bob had lost his battle with this dreadful pandemic. The shock was almost too much to bear. I had lost one of my oldest and dearest friends. I am not sure I have accepted it even as I write this.




Robert Terry Moser was one of the most genuine, gentle, and caring people I’ve ever known. In all the years we were friends I never heard him say a cross word about anyone or even raise his voice in anger. His enthusiasm was boundless and there was nothing he loved to do more than play with The Surfers. He was the glue that held the band together.


When I think about those days, there is one scene that keeps coming to mind. It was a scene that played out many, many times. We, as a band, practiced often and spent many hours learning new material. Mistakes were common and were often laughed away. Without fail, when Bob made a mistake, we stopped playing and his response was always “Sorry guys!” We all had a good laugh and started the song over.


We knew we had to pay tribute to our Surfer Brother, so we wrote this song and made this video as a result. Our thanks go out to Mike Anderson and his production company for putting it all together. We hope you enjoy it and can feel the love we put in it.




When Bob died, a piece of his Surfer Brothers died with him. I just know that Heaven gained an incredible angel and someday we will see him again. When that day comes, the sky will be filled with music.

Godspeed Cobb. We love you!


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