Ending on a high note - Luciano Pavarotti

There are a few musical moments in my life that stand out in my memory. Hearing Don Helms play "Cold, Cold Heart" on the steel guitar without any accompaniment, hearing Miles Davis' haunting, dissonant trumpet moan over a wall of jazz created by his unparalleled band, Jimmie Vaughan playing a guitar solo of "Six String Down," a tribute to his late brother Stevie Ray, Freddie Fender and Flaco Jiminez playing and singing Tex Mex like no one else as members of The Texas Tornadoes, and of course, Luciano Pavarotti singing "Pagliacci." Luciano was one of those rare few whose talents shattered genre boundaries and introduced the whole world to his craft. Opera is indeed the human voice at its most exalted. Bravo, Luciano.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Merv Griffin was an average interviewer at best, sometimes asking painfully obvious questions. His sense of humor was pedestrian. But there is one thing I will forever be grateful to the man for - JEOPARDY!! Quite simply the greatest game show every invented. It is trivia with a barrage of questions, or should I say, answers. It has that one inversion that seems simple, but that keeps an invisible edge to the show. It is a show that starts out with simpler questions where we can all join in and ends with difficult ones where we can all marvel at a contestant's knowledge, or shock ourselves on that rare occasion when we have the answer to Final Jeopardy. Damn, now I'll be humming that Final Jeopardy tune all day! - Todd

INGMAR BERGMAN (1918 - 2007)

The first time I viewed an Ingmar Bergman film, now some quarter century ago in my college film studies class, I came to realize that in the right hands, cinema was as great an art form as any other. It can be ranked with the greatest symphonies, paintings, or sculpture. For me, what Bergman does, as the greatest artists do, is reduce the human experience down to the very elements that are the most universal common denominators. That being, the meaning of life, love, and ultimately death. Bergman's spare, haunting images, the black and white ones in particular, seem bleak to some, but to me pare away all exterior elements and leave the soul bare to examine these denominators. These potent images, aided by Bergman's life-long collaborator and cinematographer, Sven Nykvist, take us out of our comfortable, safe lairs and force us to take a conscious, existential look at ourselves. Bergman was a perfectionist, sometimes taking days to just watch how light moved through a church as the sun passed over. This meticulous attention to detail is why Michelangelo languished for years over the Sistine Chapel ceiling. It is how a "visionary" is defined. And although I have seen all of Bergman's work I still go back to my favorite - Wild Strawberries. It is the film that opened my cinematic eye all those years ago. It is about a college professor traveling to receive an honorary degree. As he travels his mind takes a journey of its own with dreams and reminiscences that all have the Bergman touches. They encompass everything from horror to humor (something in Bergman's repertoire that is often overlooked.) Another forte' of Bergman's is the spiritual lumination of the human face. Sven Nykvist's lighting often sets the mood and tone, but Bergman's faces tell their own stories. The professor (played masterfully by Swedish director Victor Sjostrom) often relays more with just his Bergman-filtered visage than a Shakespearean soliloquy. It seems I have blogged on a little long and may even have gotten a bit overwrought, even pretentious, but when it comes to Ingmar Bergman, just speaking of him sets my soul aflame. I think Woody Allen pretty much summed it up when he said "Ingmar Bergman is probably the greatest film artist since the invention of the motion picture camera." - Todd (The Death 2ur)

JUNE....................a hero passes

Most of us are familiar with the iconic image of the soldiers raising the American Flag over Iwo Jima in World War II. What many don't know, however, is that this was actually the second flag raising, which was staged for photographers. Clint Eastwood's recent film Flags of Our Fathers has helped to disseminate this information to the general public. It is sad that it has taken so long for these original heroes to receive their just recognition. The last of those men, Charles Lindberg, a fellow Minnesotan, passed away in June. Just prior to his death, Mr. Lindbergh was assisting in the development of an All-Veterans Memorial in Richfield, Minnesota. The Memorial is to have a bust of Charles Lindberg as its centerpiece. Mr. Lindberg, however, insisted that the memorial be about all veterans and was concerned that it would become more about him. Even if the memorial features Charles more prominently, he represents all of those who anonymously gave of themselves for our freedoms.

MAY GOODBYES

• Being a person of the 70's I grew up listening to 8-Tracks and wearing Technicolor polyester pants. I also was around for one of the haydays of TV gameshows. Matchgame was a watchable time-killer with the obtrusive, sporadically funny Richard Dawson and the Bela Lugosi-looking, none-too-quick-witted Gene Rayburn. But, when I knew Charles Nelson Reilly was going to be one of the panelists, I knew that the show would be a cut above the others. Charles passed away in May and I will forever remember his comic aplomb and his self-deprecating "flamboyance." Hell, you have to give a great deal of credit to anyone who can make Brett Somers seem funny. - Todd
• Even though the Virginia Tech tragedy took place in April, we would like to remember the students and faculty who lost their lives that day. In this disposable world, it seems that people are already forgetting.

WAD BLOG

"BEER?" - Wad the Sheep

THE APRIL DEPARTED

April saw a very diverse group of individuals head into "the great beyond." Luckily, most of them made it to a ripe old age.
EDDIE ROBINSON: Hall of fame football coach for Grambling University. Mr. Robinson coached for Grambling for over FIFTY YEARS. Not only did he help develop talented athletes, but also individuals of personal fortitude.
TOMMY NEWSOM: Some of the greatest chemistry between performers on television was on The Tonight Show. Johnny, Ed, and Doc were incomparable. But, on that rare occasion when Doc wasn't around, Tommy provided a low-key touch of comic timing, not to mention being an accomplished musician.
KURT VONNEGUT: Author of the classic War/Science Fiction novel Slaughterhouse Five. Did make it to old age, but met an untimely death due to a head injury suffered in a fall.
And being that The Death 2ur calls Minnesota its home, we would like to bid a very fond farewell to HERB CARNEAL. He was the longtime radio announcer for the Minnesota Twins. He knew that letting the game be the center of attention was just as important in radio as in televsion. Herb reminds us of summer evenings with the radio on and his resonant, but friendly voice keeping us apprised.

Just For The Record

Lately it seems, we have received some flak for our behaivor at the grave sites that we have visited. You know, often times when we arrive at these sites we find that they have been desecrated or marked up in some way. WE DON'T DO THAT. Never have, never will. Even though we act a little goofy once in a while, we always show enough respect to leave the site alone and not desecrate it in any way, shape or form. So lighten up you people and save your hate mail for spammers and identity theives. We're the good guys! Enough said.

Famous Deaths in March

March marked the deaths of two notable people. Jazz clarinetist Tony Scott, who played with Billie Holiday and Charlie Parker, and Larry Bud Melman of David Letterman fame. Scott apparently lived in Rome for quite a while and was big in the Italian jazz scene. Hmmm... I never thought Italy had a jazz scene. I'd never heard of Scott before, but he played with some real jazz greats back in the day. I'll have to listen real close next time I put on a Billie Holiday album. He'll most likely be buried in Italy, so no Death2urs to that one. Sorry.
I think just about everyone knows Larry Bud Melman and his microphone schtik. He was pretty good at making everyone laugh at him and not with him. He will be missed. Larry, this 'Bud' is for you. No word on where he will be laid to rest.

Death2ur '07 - Wad and all that Jazz

The Death2ur is rolling in to New York for our annual grave hunting. This year we decided to see some jazz legends that we are just dying to see. No pun intended. Todd is a big Miles Davis fan and Paul is a big Coltrane and Billie Holiday fan. Tom is just along for the ride, I think. We also want to see Louis Armstrong, Houdini, Judy Garland, the Babe and Lou Gehrig and Thelonious Monk. Why not, since we're out there anyway. Monday morning we hope to make the Today show. Out on the plaza not in the studio. Then we'll head down to see Ground Zero one more time. One of these days they just might build something there to honor the victims. Well that's all for now. Check out our site sometime in May or June for our new Death2ur 'All that Jazz' pages. Cha, Cha, Cha.