The Moon Rock
© 2004 Duncan Fry
After writing the previous article, I
started to get more emails from people who had met, seen,
worked with or been touched in some way by Geoff.
Edited extracts follow:
My name is John. I was going through some old pictures
recently, and came across some of Geoff. I was wondering
what ever happened to him ... and now I know. For a while in
the early 70's he lived on a barge moored on Staten Island,
New York. He placed an ad and we answered it... I was
manager ... of the Moon Rock Circus.( Geoff's Idea). We
gigged some ... had some fun, and bonded with the wacky
magician and his lady Rena. I wish you could have seen the
barge. Unreal! He always told us that he was the shit in
We had no real way of knowing. But now I know. One day he
just disappeared, boat and all, and we never saw or heard
from him again... I remember him fondly. He has just died
for me.... And I am sad... thanks, John."
I was Geoff's keyboard player 1980/81, after his return from
A great man, a great performer; maybe not such a great
singer - but a great story teller, and a maniac on
Yes, like you, I spent far more money than I ever made (!),
and apart from destroying his own gear, he set fire to my
keyboards on more than one show - but hey! not only did the
audience never know what was about to happen- never did his
band! Yep, rehearsals were great (in fact some of our best
shows were in rehearsal), but running sheets were often torn
up, burnt up, eaten up or whatever!
His death was a tragedy as we had just
spent a month in a private studio in Sydney (Jan 1981) and
were to get together a few months later to rework the "test"
tapes for an album, and to really get the show on the road
(chooks and all!).
He had been to my place in Melbourne only
2 weeks before his death and a letter from him arrived just
prior to his death inviting my wife and I and our (then) 18
month son to his house in Seymour for a weekend.
It was devastating!
He really did walk on the edge constantly, and I felt I
didn't just lose a friend, it was like losing a brother.
I did enjoy your trax on the web site - it was kind of
amusing to hear that in some ways his lyrics hadn't changed
all that much, although he had added to his huge book of
words from his New York experience - but we felt there was
still much more he could have contributed.
Anyway, as YOU would only too well realise, it is so easy to
just go on, and on and on about Geoff, as there really were
more stories than time to tell 'em.
Just wanted to say how much I enjoyed picking up the threads
of his earlier times, while I did see him many years earlier
in the Total Fire Band, there was much of the early years in
Melbourne that I didn't know.
Just getting him to relate his tales from Paris and NY took
Interesting stuff here - I certainly
didn't know that Geoff was in The Total Fire Band, a local
Melbourne band in the 70's known only for their hit 'Driving
Through the Dande-bloody-nong Ranges' or something similar!
I've got to say it doesn't sound like the sort of band I
would have expected Geoff to be a member of.
Note - none of the search engines come up with the
correct Total Fire Band - it's a popular name...there's even
a Trad Jazz band (oh, the horror!)
But the mother lode of Geoff Crozier info in the USA comes
from Michael Toscarelli. I'll let his words tell the
"Hello from America!
My name is Michael Toscarelli, and my father, Victor, had
performed with Geoff wayyyy back when. I think I can dig up
a couple of artifacts, and I do own a Tranceformer LP. I
recall that my mother even has a hand-written,
pharaoh-stamped note from Geoff addressed to "Suzie et Vic
Tosca" back in early 70's, when I was a wee tot, and we all
lived in Staten Island, New York. Just wanted to share this
information, please feel free to contact me as you
As can be seen from his own
stamp in the top left hand corner, he spelled his
name "Geofrey" with one F
Click on pic to
see larger version (34K)
Picture above is the scan that arrived
the next day, with the following note:
"I knew I had these, "Vic et Susy Tosca"
are my Parents. Postmarked April 15, 1976. That was my old,
OLD address in Staten Island. I think my mom has the
originals, these copies are for your "Crozier Compendium".
Thanks again! "
No, thank you Michael! But wait, there's