The obit states, “Leon Russell, the longhaired, scratchy-voiced pianist, guitarist, songwriter and bandleader who moved from playing countless recording sessions to making hits on his own, died on Sunday in Nashville. He was 74.”
There is more. I had the privilege of seeing him in concert in September of 2015 at George’s Majestic (http://www.georgesmajesticlounge.com/) on Dixon Street in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Yes, the venue was smaller as well as the crowd, but the place was full. Just like Leon, the crowd was gray haired and many were on canes, a couple in wheel chairs pushed by their fellow fans.
It wasn’t a show per se. Rather, it was simply Leon and his music. He walked out on stage (with a cane), waved to the crowd, sat down at the piano and started playing – song after song after song after song… Check out http://www.1973rocknroll.com/2015_LeonRussell.html for a sampling.
If you’d come for a ‘show’ you’d been disappointed. If you’d come for his music, you simply smiled, remembered your youth, and were satisfied – taken back in time, back to the 70s when you were young and all you had was ‘sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll’.
Thank you Leon.
We are losing many (too many) founders of rock n’ roll (http://www.1973rocknroll.com/TheDayTheMusicDied.html). Soon, there won’t be any of them left, nor us, their adoring fans. I’d suggest you go see everyone who is still preforming / touring while you have a chance – placing one last memory into your heart and soul…
Drink one for me (and Leon),