My brother died six years ago today. I never have sufficient — or original — words for this anniversary, so I’ll leave it to John Ford. Alan was a big fan of Ford’s films (as am I), and Ford was fond of one hymn in particular. Enjoy these scenes from Tobacco Road, My Darling Clemetine, Wagon Master, Seven Women, Stagecoach, The Searchers and Three Godfathers.
Alan adored The Searchers, in particular.
…at the Wall Street Journal. Enjoy – if you can get past the subscriber wall.
…from me and the donkey I met on Whiddy Island, in Ireland.
Giant, giant talent. If you read French click here for a tribute at Le Figaro. They called him France’s Sinatra, and what is interesting is that he introduced Sinatra when the latter sang at the Olympia in Paris in 1962. The recording is here. (It is a fantastic recording, in spite of what some of the dopey reviewers assert.) It would be impossible for me to choose one favourite Aznavour song, but this one is always in my top five.
Marty Balin died. My regular readers know the contempt in which I hold hippies, but I can forgive certain hippies a lot if they write and sing songs like this. Marty Balin, Signe Anderson and Paul Kantner are all singing on this track – and all three of them are gone. RIP.