...and one more thing that has little to do with Buddy. Just an interesting story that is, incidentally, music-related.
Being a big Chet Baker collector, I am always in search of elusive pieces to the immense catalog puzzle that Chet left behind during his sporadic and varied jazz career. I recently won an item on Ebay that I had found out about only recently. It was an album by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. Chet is featured on nearly half of the album, and since I'm a completist... I had to have it. The CD arrived in yesterday's mail. Enthralled after giving it a few initial spins, I thought I'd read up a bit more on the background of this "Lizzy." It turns out that Lizzy passed away yesterday, the day I received this CD, from a year-long bout with cancer. Lizzy was young. 47 years. The initial feeling I had was that none of us really know when our time will be up. The best that we can hope for (aside from dying in our sleep) is that we leave some sort of legacy. It can be a memory that lives on in someone we knew, or something physical that can be discovered by a stranger long after we're gone. In this case, I know of Lizzy Mercier Descloux through her album,
One For The Soul... an eclectic piece of Brazilian post-punk experimentation that surprisingly transcends the derivitive sterotypes of music from the middle 1980's. Thank you for making this record, Liz. S'wonderful.
Moral to the story? Do the things you want to be remembered for... oh, and take lots of pictures.
