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SPECIAL REPORT: The Passing of Philo Hayward

Seen here on stage at his club in 2004 holding his trusty Fender Stratocaster, Philo Hayward will be greatly missed. His smile was infectious, his music was moving and his community service was inspirational. 

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"I’ve just hit my stride at 70. Still got quite a ways to go." These were the thoughts of Philo Hayward of La Cruz as expressed in his blog on September 2.

Unfortunately, Philo, a great friend of Latitude 38 and virtually every cruiser who ever called at Banderas Bay, and a very close personal friend of the Wanderer and Doña de Mallorca, unexpectedly passed away just three days later.
 
Having experienced chest pains, Philo had gone to a hospital. He was having stent surgery when he died. About six months before, during one of our many Sunday morning motorcycle rides to Sayulita, he mentioned that he had some minor heart issues. He didn’t seem particularly concerned about them.
 
At age 55, Philo sold his house and recording studio in Mendocino to start cruising aboard his Cal 36 Cherokee. After doing the 2000 Baja Ha-Ha, he sailed over to the village of La Cruz on Banderas Bay. This was long before the marina transformed much of the town. Philo came across a building he thought would make a great music venue and bought it. During the cruising season he continued sailing across the Pacific, and in the off season he’d work on Philo’s Bar and Music Club. After a couple of seasons in the South Pacific, he decided to sell his boat and concentrate on his business.
 
It would be hard to overstate the influence of Philo and his Music Club on cruisers in Banderas Bay and La Cruz itself. Philo’s was the default place all cruisers went to. Philo and his backup band, with various guest performers, would play four nights a week in high season. But Philo’s was not just for music and dancing, the property also had a Cruisers Lounge, rooms to rent, high-speed Internet, pizza and other food, and much more. We wrote many a Latitude article at a table in his club. Philo’s was also extremely popular with non-boating US and Canadian snowbirds, too. Packed houses were the rule during the high season.
 
Philo made sure that Philo’s Bar and Club was not just a business but also a community asset. He promoted all kinds of great causes for the locals. There were English lessons for all who wanted to learn, help with school for kids, free Christmas gifts for all the local children, programs for seniors, and much more. In the days before Philo died, we were making arrangements with him for how the Baja Ha-Ha boats would deliver hundreds of nearly indestructible soccer balls to Philo’s for free distribution. Despite his passing that program will continue.
 
Philo was a gentle soul, and in the last several years he developed a very close and loving relationship with the beautiful Maria Joaquina Sierra. While Maria’s young sons, Alejandro and Diego, love their biological father in Mexico City, they were very close to Philo, too, and loved him like a second father. Diego liked to join Philo onstage and ‘play’ his toy guitar. Philo told us that he considered himself responsible for the well-being of both boys.
 
The only times we ever saw Philo get mad was when we were watching a 49er game on television in his casita and Colin Kaepernick would make a bonehead play. We don’t think Philo hated anyone or anything, but he was less than fond of the Seattle Seahawks.
 
It’s hard to overstate the impact Philo and Philo’s Bar and Music Club had on cruisers and La Cruz. Although it’s the middle of the low season in Mexico, countless mourners showed up to see Philo for the last time in the open coffin onstage at the Bar and Music Club. There were many tears.
 
Personally, we’re in a state of denial about Philo’s passing. It’s not going to really hit us until we get to La Cruz in November, and for the first time in all these many years we’ll walk into Philo’s and not see him on the stage singing ‘Dreaming About Mexico’.
 
With Philo’s passing the world lost one of the really good guys.

2 Comments

  1. Taisha 4 years ago

    I lived in la cruz and my dad was in philo’s band I’m 13 and just realized that he was actually famous! Haha! Shout out to Leon and Peggy and Oscar and NICHOLAS(my dad)

  2. Jimmy D 1 year ago

    Aloha to all. I met Philo many years ago, when he owned the most awesome live-in recording studio in Comptche, California. I spent several years doing projects there and we became good friends. The last time I saw him was 1993, my friend Rob Beaton and I brought a small production company to Philos Ranch. They were doing a PBS miniseries about the Entertainment Industry begining with music recording. The crew was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and the technology hiding 13 miles east of Mendocino. One of them asked me about Philo and his place. I told him Philo built this studio as a refuge from the stress of life in the city. A place to relax and focus on music and not be bothered by the chaos of daily life. Anyone involved in the industry knows how stressful it can be. Philo himself is the kindest most laid-back person you’ll ever know. He will go out of his way to help anyone.
    When we first met he took me on a tour of the town. Which back then consisted of the gas station/general store, post office, the church/elementary school and Hanks Repair. He introduced me to everyone along the way, saying I was an old friend. It reminded me of how I was raised. He gave me something that I had given up many years before. Trust thy fellow man. I never thanked him for that. But he knew, we spent many hrs over the years talking story of times gone by. A year or so later I called him to see how he was and to let him know I had quit as an engineer. When he asked why, I told him partying meant more any thing else and if I didn’t stop I’d die. He asked if I remembered what he told me years ago. Yes, that one day you’ll come to cliffs edge turn and walk away or step off into oblivion. Yes I did listen. He reassured me I made the right decision. That was the last we spoke. I tried to call him some time later. Imagine my surprise when the gentleman who answered told me Philo had sold him the studio and Philo got on his Sailboat and sailed away. Philo had told me that was his plan. Years later I met a guy who had lived in Comptche and his daughter met Philo when she was in La Cruz. So I went online, to see if I could connect with my old friend. Sadly,too late. My good friend had moved on to bigger and better things.
    Philo my friend, our paths shall cross again. Aloha ??️?

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