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amatt - 2006-02-27 10:26:39
Beautiful post!
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jon - 2006-03-01 13:12:52
Thinking about the mortality of the performers we love is as sobering as thinking about our own mortality (and our 40th birthdays...). I was at the Atlanta Jazz Festival last spring (or the spring before?) to see Shirley Horn, who has been my favorite jazz singer ever since I first heard "A Time for Love" on the radio 15 years ago (one of those moments when you pull off to the side of the road and pray the announcer will tell you who the performer was). "A Time for Love" is a romantic song, but it is also about aging, and I remember thinking as Shirley sang it at the Jazz Festival that I would probably never see her again. "As time goes drifting by, the willow bends, and so do I; but oh my friends, whatever sky above; I've known a time for spring, a time for fall, and best of all, a time for love."
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jon - 2006-03-01 13:19:18
I forgot what my point was. I think I was going to say that I was as sad when Shirley Horn died as I was when Elliott Smith died. Wasn't there a song in "Storefront Hitchcock" about Robyn losing his father? And how about that Neil Young concert film "Year of the Horse"? Jim Jarmusch beautifully wove together Crazy Horse performances that were recorded 20 years apart, plus an interview with Neil's dad, who died not long ago.
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Paula - 2006-03-01 13:23:14
Wasn't there a song in "Storefront Hitchcock" about Robyn losing his father

"The Yip Song":
This old man -- he was gone
He was gone, and I was sorry
Waah.
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