Somewhere there’s music, how near how far

Years ago, my first serious boyfriend gave me an old vinyl single of Les Paul and Mary Ford’s How High The Moon. He told me I just had to hear it, and he was right.

Les Paul passed away today, and a minute of googling will bring up loving tributes from just about everyone in the music industry, including Bo. It’s not a stretch at all to say that without Les’ innovations in guitar and recording technology, the music we love wouldn’t sound the same, either in person or on a record. What’s going to stick with me, though, is his incredible passion for performing. He was one of those people who simply had to play in order to live. As a young man, his right arm was crushed in a car accident – he had the doctors set and pin it at a permanent 90 degree angle, so he could still hold a guitar. As an older man, arthritis crippled his fingers – he taught himself how to play with them straight.

Les Paul never stopped making music “until they rolled him down the hill in a pine box.” Here’s hoping that somewhere, his hands are strong and free again.

2 Responses to Somewhere there’s music, how near how far

  1. Great blog, Jenn, thanks. RIP Les.

  2. Thanks for posting this, Jenn. RIP.