My dad would have been heartbroken-- RIP Tina Turner

My father had definite icons of the music world he was particularly a fan of, and Tina Turner was one of his favorites. As musician after musician passed away over these last few years, he mourned them and the loss of their inspiration. He was really torn up about Leonard Cohen; Dad spent hours researching and annotating the lyrics to "Hallelujah" not long before his final decline. Dad and I used to talk about music for hours: Dylan, the folk singers of the 1960s-70s, jazz musicians... he "discovered" Grace Potter and the Nocturnals, and I, in turn, got him Rani Arbo and the Daisy Mayhem. This went on for years, and it was a constant source of joy for us both. He had a sort of pen-pal correspondence with Paul Stookey (of Peter, Paul, and Mary fame) and Tom Rush. Dad was a gifted musician and he truly admired so many people from a wide range of genres. 

That all said, he admired Tina Turner very much--both for her legs (!!) and her voice. Her energy on stage was infectious, and she turned heads and hearts alike. 

So, in a way I am very glad I don't have to break this news to him. Maybe he'll get to meet her himself in the Great Music Hall in heaven. I sure hope so. He'd be tickled.

Here's a favorite song for you: Proud Mary, as it was performed when Dad was a young man and full of his own musical dreams.

Take care,

C