The greatest musician living is gone at the age of 90.
David Zauder, former trumpet player with the Cleveland Orchestra, was a big help to me at one point in my musical growth. Here’s how.
How often do you hear of someone who is unquestionably the best at what he did? Not only that, but the best for a half-century. Like Michael Jordan winning 50 straight NBA titles or something.
Dead this week at 103. Lots of appreciations will be written, and there’s not much I can add. So I’ll share a photo of one of my most-cherished possessions.
An eccentric genius leaves this world.
Sam Butera, Louis Prima’s arranger and tenor sax man, dead at 81. Here’s a cut from the 1956 album “The Wildest,” Oh Marie. It’s a nice example of the goofball stage antics and raw energy of the Prima band in its prime. Oh Marie
Is closing. This is incredibly sad news, a place I’ve been going to since I was in college in the ’70s.
…who killed poor Hattie Carroll, with a cane that he twirled ’round his diamond ringed finger. Dead at 69.
I’d never heard of him before — few had, he had only been identified by his initials to protect his privacy — but his obituary made the front page of Friday’s paper.
Dead at 96. All I’m going to say is that “The Good War” is an unforgettable book.
Another Day, Another Graveyard
We’re getting a little punchy here. It was a beautiful day — sunny and a nice temperature — to walk up-and-down the rows in three different cemeteries looking for headstones that matched the names. We got a lot of exercise, but didn’t find too much of immediate use. Still, with views like this how can you complain?