He was a genius musician, a voracious reader, a dedicated cineaste, an unwavering anti-establishment, anti-corporate, anti-greed maverick and a curmudgeonly friend who chided his pals for ordering "animals" at restaurants.
That's how Willie Murphy, a pillar of Minneapolis music, was remembered this past weekend at a memorial service and an all-star musical evening in a bar on, of course, the West Bank.
He was a deep, complex man. So it's not surprising that his life and career could not be celebrated in just one or two days.
The celebration moves into its third day on Monday, with a jam session at Palmer's Bar on Murphy's beloved West Bank.
On Saturday, in front of an overflow crowd at Hoversten Chapel at Augsburg University, Murphy, who died Jan. 13 at age 75, was saluted in words, music and video.
Lifelong friend Don Anderson remembered how Willie joined a car club in grade school when all they did was look at cars in magazines.
He recalled taking LSD with Willie during a tornado warning and Willie deciding they should link arms "because if it blows us away, at least we'll have each other."
He regaled about late lunches (Willie didn't get up till after most restaurants stopped serving lunch) and dinners where his pal would lecture him for ordering deceased animals. Eventually, the vegetarian Murphy was convinced by doctors to eat fish for much-needed protein, so he zealously introduced an unenthusiastic Anderson to such delicacies as eel and jellyfish.