Not really feeling like working much today, i wandered over to Ouimet's blog for the latest CBC blah blah, only to find myself pondering one of Canada's most celebrated jazz musician, (after Oscar Peterson) the late great guitarist Lenny Breau.
Quimet had a post about a blog called The Book of Don, by Don Young, a documentary producer who worked throughout the CBC radio network in the glory days of Peter Gzowski, Morningside and all the great things that the CBC Radio stood for in the 80's.
Don is presently in Winnipeg to pitch a doc about a group of local musicians who are trying to bring Lanny Breau's body back from LA, where he died in mysterious circumstances back in 84.
And if you're asking WHO the hell is Lenny Breau ? You've just made my
point. Lenny Breau was one of the greatest guitar players ever.
Ever.
He
was our Clapton, our Hendrix. But no Hall of Fame for Lenny. Instead he
lies buried in a pauper's grave on hooker row in L.A. -- dead these
past 23 years.
Murdered. Buried. Forgotten. Shame on us.
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My angle on Lenny ? Let's bring him home.
Let's get him the fuck out of that pauper's grave and BRING HIM HOME to Winnipeg.
I
am determined to do a little film about a grassroots movement of local
guitar players who are lobbying and agitating and shit disturbing to
get Lenny OUT of that distant Yankee grave and brought home to be given
the honour and respect he is due.
I never saw Lenny Breau play live, but when i arrived in Toronto in the 70's, his name was at the tip of everyone's tongue who knew real music. He could play jazz, country, flamenco rock and funk like nobody, but he had a troubled life (heroin) and never quite saw the success his talent promised him.
Here a Wikipedia entry