I saw him play about a year ago. Music was sweet and his routine was genuinely funny. In fact I believe it was the first (and probably last) time I'd heard what can be described as that archaicism, "the off color joke."
My favorite Les story was after he broke his right elbow, the docs told him he had to pick a fixed position for his arm for all the rest of his life. They offered lots of options--straight for reach, 90 degrees to carry things and extend hand---he picked "guitar playing angle."
An innovator, a genius, and a true gentleman. He won't be playing a harp in heaven.
"Good piece...was the guitar you spoke of the one I helped you buy, or was that another one?
Les and Mary lived in Mahwah...down on Ramapo Valley Road, I believe...had a great recording studio in their home. When I was about 14 or so, and playing trumpet in the Ramsey High School band, the Paul's son (can't remember his name) wanted to start up a jazz band. Several guys I knew from the band were part of it, and they needed a second trumpet, and asked me. We rehearsed at the Paul, in the studio. even recorded some VERY bad music. Never went public, which was a good thing. I did get to meet the genius, however, and also his wife, whose sweet voice was made even better by ample use of electronic enhancement.
Right on, John--he was doing his thing up to the end, and that makes him my hero. And when you do things as beautifully as he did, you get to live forever. RIP.
He was the sweetest guy. Used to produce a radio show at night and he would stop by and hang out until all hours of the night. Saw him at the Iridium as well. Really was a sweetheart. He had a good life and you could tell he missed his wife so much.
I saw him once too and was planning to back this past Monday with someone who had never seen him. He canceled shows that night because he wasn't feeling well but was expected to get better.
I saw him play at the Iridium too, on his 93rd birthday. I sort of fell into the tickets, and was really unprepared for the great show I was treated to. He was no fossil on stage, selling tickets just on his name alone. He was charming and funny, and above all an amazing musician. That show put on by a 93 year old man really outshined any concert/hipster show whatever I've seen in years. Glad I got to see him.
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Les was a true master. Everyone should listen to Chester & Lester, the duet album he did with Chet Atkins. Magic.
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An innovator, a genius, and a true gentleman. He won't be playing a harp in heaven.
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"Good piece...was the guitar you spoke of the one I helped you buy, or was that another one?
Les and Mary lived in Mahwah...down on Ramapo Valley Road, I believe...had a great recording studio in their home. When I was about 14 or so, and playing trumpet in the Ramsey High School band, the Paul's son (can't remember his name) wanted to start up a jazz band. Several guys I knew from the band were part of it, and they needed a second trumpet, and asked me. We rehearsed at the Paul, in the studio. even recorded some VERY bad music. Never went public, which was a good thing. I did get to meet the genius, however, and also his wife, whose sweet voice was made even better by ample use of electronic enhancement.
Love to all,
Dad"
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So sad.
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