Showing posts with label Obits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obits. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

In Memory: Dave Brubeck


To live to the age of 91 is an admirable accomplishment, and we must accept that all our jazz mentors will one day pass.  But, Brubeck's passing (one day short of his 92nd birthday), especially at this time of year, is significant for me.  I can't think of a time when I was first learning about jazz that there wasn't a Dave Brubeck.  He was a giant in his art form, and like Bill Evans, had a style that was all his own.  Just listen to this version of "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" and tell me you don't hear that joyous quartet synergy that exists in every one of his recordings.  Somewhere in Manhattan (or Paris) Woody Allen is having a moment to himself.




Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Billy Taylor 1921-2010

Billy Taylor  1921-2010
We sometimes take for granted some of the jazz legends that are still living.  And so, when one leaves us, it stings a little knowing we won't be treated to any more of their artistry.  An American jazz pianist, composer, educator and jazz legend has passed on.  We will miss you, Dr. Taylor 

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

"Arrivederci", Al Martino, a.k.a. Johnny Fontane


Yesterday marked the passing of an iconic singer/actor best known for his portrayal of crooner Johnny Fontane in the Godfather I and III, and romance hits "Spanish Eyes" and "Volare".  


It's hard to think of that movie without Martino.  His portrayal of the wimpy, spoiled brat wedding singer and his open weeping in the Godfather's study conjures up memories of Italian-American machismo and vanity.  


His "olive oil voice" and guinea charm was used in the film despite Frank Sinatra's protestation.  'Seems Frank had a little ego problem of his own.


Martino lived out his final years about 40 minutes from here, in Springfield, Pennsylvania.  Ironically, that's just 5 minutes from where my own Italian-American grandparents lived and I subsequently spent a good bit of my childhood.  While there weren't any huge weddings on the lawn, there was a fair amount of picnics with jug red, music, iced Italian cookies and cheese smelly enough to scare the kids away. 


Martino was 82.  Salute, Johnny.  Thanks for the memories.

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