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Showing posts with label Obituaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Obituaries. Show all posts


The jazz and musical world lost a great friend two days ago when Dr. Billy Taylor died at the age of 89 in Manhattan.

Taylor was born in Greenville, North Carolina and had his first piano lesson at the age of seven. His family later moved to Washington D.C. and attended Virginia State College for Negroes (now known as Virginia State University) where he studied music.

After graduation in 1946, Billy moved to New York City at a time when jazz and bebop was about to explode onto the music scene. Within two days of his arrival, he began working with noted jazz musician Ben Webster and later became the house pianist at the famous Birdland Jazz Club.

He formed his own jazz combo in 1951, toured all across the United States, and even put his music degree to good use; lecturing at schools on jazz, writing extensive articles for DownBeat magazine, and even had a long tenure of concerts at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC.

Taylor's diverse resume deepened with stints on television (musical director of the 1958 NBC show called "The Subject is Jazz") and on radio (several positions as DJ and program director on NYC radio throughout the 1960s).

In 1969, Taylor was asked to become his musical director of "The David Frost Show" - going head to head with Johnny Carson. It was a good four year run from 1969 to 1972 and even spawned a full-fledged Christmas album:




After the show ended, Taylor went back to school and received a Doctorate in Music Education from the University of Massachusetts in 1975. The doctor did house calls: teaching gigs at Long Island University, the Manhattan School of Music, and then back to UMass.

Dr. Taylor has a long career at National Public Radio, first as the host of "Jazz Alive" in the late 1970s and then "Billy Taylor's Jazz at the Kennedy Center" from 1994 to 2002 (Taylor was the artistic director for jazz at the JFK Center for many years).

Early risers on Sunday mornings knew Taylor as a correspondent on "CBS News Sunday Morning", profiling nearly 250 interviews with jazz musicians. His work garnered him an Emmy.

The list of accomplishments can go on and on - his absence will be sorely felt.



I was fortunate to find a copy of his Christmas album sealed at at a record show earlier this year. This was one of the first albums I transferred using my Stanton T.92 USB turntable.

To honor the memory of Billy, I'm posting the Christmas album for a limited time:


Merry Christmas From David Frost & Billy Taylor - Bell Records - 6053 (1970)


Rest in peace, Dr. Taylor.


Capt

The picture says it all.


The 2008 Chicago Cubs died a simple death on Saturday, October 4, 2008. Cause: no offense, shaky defense, and the weight of a century of losing.

My kids have tried to console me: "We'll get 'em next year, Dad". They don't know... Why did I ever subject them to this? I should be locked in jail for making them Cub fans.

Another cold winter to deal with but there's always the promise of a warm spring. Next February, when pitchers and catchers report, the whole process will begin again. And so it goes...

Click here to see whose bandwagon I've jumped on for the remainder of the season.


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Bill Meléndez, the Mexican-born American animator who is best known for directing nearly all of the Peanuts television specials, died Tuesday, September 2, 2008 at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica. He was 91.

Meléndez began his career at Walt Disney Studios drawing Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck shorts before moving on to such feature films as Bambi, Fantasia and Dumbo. From 1941 to 1951, he worked for the legendary Warner Brothers animation studio where he helped create cartoons for directors Robert Clampett and Robert McKimson.

In 1951, Meléndez went to work for UPA where he animated dozens of television commercials as well as numerous Gerald McBoing-Boing and Madeline shorts. Saul Bass called upon Meléndez to help animate the opening credit scene for It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (one of two things I find funny about this particular movie):



While at UPA, Meléndez started doing work for the New York-based J. Walter Thompson ad agency. One of their major clients was the Ford Motor Company, who were interested in "hiring" the Peanuts gang as commercial pitchmen. In 1959, Meléndez put together a demo reel, presented it to Peanuts creator Charles M. Schultz, and Charlie Brown & Linus began selling Fords. Many other products would follow suit.

In 1964, Bill Meléndez Productions was formed and became the only animator Charles M. Schultz permitted to work with his beloved Peanuts characters. Along with producing partner Lee Mendelson, the duo worked on over 75 Peanuts TV specials.

The first project Meléndez, Mendelson, and Schultz worked on was "A Charlie Brown Christmas". The production was done on the cheap, the animation was choppy, and with the exception of the actors who voiced Charlie Brown (Peter Robbins) and Lucy (Tracy Stratford), none of the children had any experience doing voice work.

The special was an immediate critical and ratings hit. Despite the fact Meléndez was embarrassed to see the show repeated every year with all its problems, Schultz vetoed his idea of "fixing" the program years later. Wise choice, fellas.

Thanks for the lasting legacy Bill. We dedicate this clip to your memory:




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We received a comment here at the yuleblog on in the last 24 hours that was unconfirmed until now thanks to the Las Vegas Review Journal:

The Fabulous Fay McKay has died in her sleep Friday, April 4, 2008 at the age of 78.

We had the pleasure of getting to know Miss McKay last year when we reviewed her Christmas album.

Frail in voice but sharp in her thoughts, Miss McKay was a true professional in her letters and phone conversations.

To honor her memory, here is Fay singing her trademark Christmas song "The 12 Daze Of Christmas":






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Christmas Day, 1974. I ran from my bed to my parents bed to announce that Santa had come. The only problem was the time read 4:30 AM. After a few protests, I went begrudgingly back to bed.

Several hours later, I woke up again and grabbed the closest present under the tree. It was a genuine Evel Knievel Stunt Cycle - just like I asked Santa down at Sears.

Like Ralphie in "A Christmas Story", this was the greatest Christmas present I had received or ever will receive. The many hours I spent hurtling Evel on his Harley over toy trucks, buses, and the occasional anthill doubling for the Snake River Canyon became some of the most vivid and exciting memories of my childhood.

Many kids of my generation got those Stunt Cycles - to the tune of $300 million dollars (in 1970s money). Many Christmases were just like mine.

Evel Knievel died yesterday after a long, action-packed, controversial, and even violent life on this Earth. At a time when America needed heroes badly, Knievel filled the bill quite well throughout the 1970s.





I recall seeing an actual Knievel Christmas card on an online auction site almost seven years ago (asking price $500). Since then, I have searched high and low to find anything Knievel and anything Christmas related to no avail.

I'm heading to Sears to ask Santa if he could bring me this CD for Christmas this year.


Capt

Early this Christmas morning, we lost a true pioneer in music.

James Brown passed away at the age of 73 after a battle with
prolonged pnuemonia.

To honor his memory, I offer this classic Christmas song:


James Brown - Merry Christmas, I Love You


We loved you James... Dazzle them angels with your moves!


Capt

I woke up this Monday morning severely jetlagged and with just a touch of sadness.

Last Wednesday, my wife flew to Phoenix, AZ to attend a medical conference (she's a board certified geriatrician specializing in internal medicine). This is nothing new; she attends medical conferences at least three times a year. On most of these occasions, my stay-at-home dad duties kick into high-gear for the usual three to four day absences she's gone.

However, last week's plan called for me to watch the kids just for two days, send them to my in-laws for the other two, and fly out to Phoenix to spend a short weekend with her. Sounds good in theory.

Last Friday, after posting two yuleblog entries, my overnight bag and I drove the short 15 minutes from our house to Fort Wayne International Airport, hopped onto an American Airlines flight to Chicago (35 min including a GREAT 45 seconds flying over Wrigley Field upon approach) and picked up the connecting flight to Phoenix (3:25).

I was then driven by airport shuttle to the JW Marriott Resort & Spa - Desert Ridge, approximately 20 miles north of downtown Phoenix. I noticed a huge outdoor mall across the street from the resort site - the Desert Ridge Marketplace - that contains a Barnes and Noble plus a Tower Records. The shuttle driver pointed out that there was another shuttle that left the Marriott on the hour and 1/2 hour to the mall. This looked promising.

I was greeted at the hotel entrance by my wife, who had just completed her business for the day. As I unpacked, she told me about all the amenities that the resort had to offer. She mentioned the mall across the street and I stopped what I was doing to hear about it.

"It's an okay mall. They've got a Barnes & Noble and a Tower Records that's closing..." she said matter-of-factly.

"WHAT???" I almost yelled.

She stated they had "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS" signs posted everywhere, 10% - 25% off all the prices. I began to think about this. This store location was pretty far removed from the main population and Barnes & Noble was just across the way. This Tower was probably underperforming and they decided to close it down.

We made plans to get some dinner and just relax for the rest of the day. The following day, Saturday, was when she and I would head over to the mall.

Saturday afternoon, we went to Barnes & Noble first to pick up some reading material for the return flight less than 24 hours away. We then went across to Tower Records. The neon glowing letters in all their signs confirmed it - "CLOSING FOREVER". The store was packed with customers trying to get bargains. I was busy trying to find their Christmas music section. After a walk up and down the aisles, I couldn't find it so I asked an employee.

"Excuse me, do you have a Christmas music section set up anywhere?"

"Sorry, we're not getting any Christmas music in this year." she said resignedly and began to walk away.

"One last question: I've never heard of a Tower Records closing before. Why this location?"

"All the stores are closing," she unloaded. You could have hit me with a Tic-Tac and I would have crumbled to the ground.

"A big time liquidator company bought out Tower and they chose to close them down." she finished.

(What happened? Click on this article link to read the whole story.)

As she walked away, I began really hearing the music the store was playing: "Never Can Say Goodbye" by the Jackson Five, "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John, "The End" by the Doors. The whole experience was numbing.

I began to think about my days living in Chicago and taking special midnight trips with friends up to the Tower Records store on North Clark Street. I always found something special and unique whenever I was there thanks to the deepest catalog of ANY record store on the planet.

This was the place I found my copy of Dread Zeppelin's "The First No-Elvis" when all other record stores told me it didn't exist. While looking through their bins in 1993, I found my copy of "Merry Christmas From The Sonics, The Wailers, and The Galaxies". On my last visit before I moved from Chicago in the summer of 1996, I walked away with a copy of "The Beau Hunks Play The Original Little Rascals Music".

Every visit was an experience, every CD an unearthed treasure. And thanks to a stroke of a pen, it's all going to end. I walked to the store counter with my two CDs in hand. In a loud voice so the other cashiers could hear me I said:

"Kudos to the person who came up with the playlist." All four cashier's turned to me and broke out in smiles.

"Someone finally got it!" "I'm going to make my own CD now. I'm inspired!" To the end, Tower employees always had fun at their jobs.

I paid my money, wished them all well, and as I left the store the song "Goodbye Stranger" by Supertramp started playing. Someone was playing a cruel (but funny) joke on me now.

I once wrote a paper in college about the album that changed your life. I chose "Breakfast In America" because it was the first album whose lyrics I understood and spoke to me on a different level. If you don't understand, you'd have to read all 230 pages of the paper I wrote.

"Goodbye stranger, it's been nice
"Hope you find your paradise.
"Tried to see your point of view,
"Hope your dreams will all come true."

For all the memories Tower... thanks... and goodbye.


Capt