Inevitably in a thread about some celebrity's death, someone will chime in with "I never knew him, so I don't care." Nothing wrong with that point of view, although I could live without those posts.
But sometimes there are people you only know from their professional work, yet when they die, you feel a personal loss. With all the high-profile deaths lately, few of which have affected me much except for one (which doesn't count because I had a minor personal connection), I've been thinking about people I never knew, but whose deaths affected me emotionally. Here's a few off the top of my head.
Mel Blanc. The reason I have little nostalgia for '80s cartoons like most of my generation is that I was a Looney Toons snob. When Mel Blanc died I just couldn't believe that incredible voice would never be heard from again. I was 16 when he died and I cried when I saw this in a magazine shortly afterward:
Ella Fitzgerald. Again, someone I mainly knew through her voice, although of course I'd seen footage of her. In college I formed a really strong connection with her music, and my thesis script was even called "Ella Sings Mood Indigo." She had been in very poor health because of diabetes, but her death when I was living in San Francisco still shocked me. The New York Times obituary my mother sent me had a Hirschfeld drawing, which I think was this one, but in any case it also got me crying.
Jerry Goldsmith and Elmer Bernstein. We lost these two giants of film composition within a month of each other in 2004 and it really got to me. When I see a movie one of them has scored, I often think about it. I know, this is even more pretentious than the other two; sorry, film music is among my geeky obsessions.
Hmm, I guess all of these have to do with music and sound.
But sometimes there are people you only know from their professional work, yet when they die, you feel a personal loss. With all the high-profile deaths lately, few of which have affected me much except for one (which doesn't count because I had a minor personal connection), I've been thinking about people I never knew, but whose deaths affected me emotionally. Here's a few off the top of my head.
Mel Blanc. The reason I have little nostalgia for '80s cartoons like most of my generation is that I was a Looney Toons snob. When Mel Blanc died I just couldn't believe that incredible voice would never be heard from again. I was 16 when he died and I cried when I saw this in a magazine shortly afterward:
Ella Fitzgerald. Again, someone I mainly knew through her voice, although of course I'd seen footage of her. In college I formed a really strong connection with her music, and my thesis script was even called "Ella Sings Mood Indigo." She had been in very poor health because of diabetes, but her death when I was living in San Francisco still shocked me. The New York Times obituary my mother sent me had a Hirschfeld drawing, which I think was this one, but in any case it also got me crying.
Jerry Goldsmith and Elmer Bernstein. We lost these two giants of film composition within a month of each other in 2004 and it really got to me. When I see a movie one of them has scored, I often think about it. I know, this is even more pretentious than the other two; sorry, film music is among my geeky obsessions.
Hmm, I guess all of these have to do with music and sound.