I played in a band in Huntsville, AL, in which Willie was our lead singer. Highly talented, we apparently met him during one of his "purge" phases. It wasn't until one night, while we were on the road, that at 1:00 am, after playing that evening, that something "snapped" in him. His wife, who accompanied Willie on the road, came to our room crying that Willie was running around (originally we were told he was nude) in diapers, with a hat... and a binky in his mouth, that we realized that, all talent aside, this was one sick dude. We tried for about 2 weeks, as I remember, to bring hime back to earth...I stayed at Willie and Barbaras house when we came off the road. I would go out with Barbara in the middle of the night to find him, in complete costume, wobbling and weaving his way down the streets of Huntsville- drunk and on drugs. Sadly, we all had to part ways, and not long after, I "temporarily" retired from music, moved to Colorado to marry my current wife, have kids and work a job.We relocated to Virginia Beach in 1986, where we still reside to this day. I thought of Willie, from time to time, wondering how far the band (named Tangent) could have gone. Willie told me, in one of his more lucid moments, that he liked being a baby so he would have to do NOTHING. Plain and simple. Being a baby allowed him to retract from society, renounce all his values, detach from reality, throw away his gifts( and Willie WAS truly gifted) and do nothing. Why the diapers and trained incontinence? Because HE felt, mentally, like shit! To say that his obsession is/was harmless, is pure poppycock! We had a working band developed around him; He had a wonderful wife in Barbara, who only gave in to Willie's fetish because she loved him with all her heart, and wasn't strong enough to fight the humiliation he wrought on her. Thank heavens, motherhood gave her the strength to remove her son from a warped household, and grew him into an outstanding young man.