Thirty-five 21 Sep 2007
Twenty years ago, on my fifteenth birthday, muso types (like what I am) were shocked to hear of the death of Jaco Pastorius, aged just thirty five. I hit the same age today, and cannot begin to comprehend what happened in his life to bring him to the stage he was at when he was brutally beaten by one Luc Havan. Not that his troubles in any way explain what that scum did to him. Rest in peace Jaco.
I guess it’s time to put 8:30 on, and quietly celebrate my birthday, count my blessings, and ruminate on a pleasant evening out with the UK Domino gang—thanks guys.
Update As soon as I wrote this, I discovered that Jaco’s big boss, the one and only Joe Zawinul, died ten days ago. I had no idea until today. It’s criminal that his death went unmarked in the mainstream media. Rest in peace too Mr. Zawinul. An extraordinary pair of musicians, each in his own way, the likes of which this world won’t see again.
Image courtesy of jacopastorius.com.
At least here, Zawinul's death was covered by the Chicago Tribune, including its weekly listing of high-profile passages. He was quite an influence.Ed Brill#
I found a report about JZ on the BBC site, but it really didn’t get the coverage it deserved. Zawinul was a legend, no two ways about it. I think continental Europe “got” Weather Report and the Zawinul Syndicate more than the Brits. Hey ho. OK… bed!Ben Poole#
Here's to manny more.
I just turned 35 too but am still 3 kids and 2 macs behind.Vitor Pereira#
anyway. small world. :-)jonvon#
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14578299
Ed Maloney#
And many thanks to all for the kind words; it’s harsh moving into that next age group bracket in on-line forms eh ;-) Ben Poole#
Cheers!Joe Litton#