I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I have great friends all over the world from all walks of life! One of my older friends is Hugh Brodie who is a great musician, singer, writer, and plays one helluva Sax. The hell with rock and roll. The women all love him!
Brodie was dealt a bad hand. His last visit to the hospital the Dr. gave him less than 6 months. That was 18 months ago. The last time we visited Brodie he didn’t look good. Much to my surprise, for his Birthday celebration he not only looked great but sounded great. It may not have been Carnegie Hall but it was fabulous to have been there.
Approximately 25 years ago, I walked into a cocktail party with 300+ people. On the other side of the room as far as I could see was a tall, thin, gorgeous gentleman with bright white hair. He stood about 6 or 7 inches above everybody else. I worked my way through the crowd and walked up to a total stranger by the name of Hugh Brodie, the ultimate jazzman. His cousin was Ella Fitzgerald. It’s one of the very few times I started a conversation by saying, “You’re absolutely one of the most amazing people I have ever seen, would love to have you come into my studio and have you do an environmental portrait.” That was the start of a quarter of a century friendship which is as strong today as it was then. He’s my brother and I love him. Tomorrow, 20 or 30 musicians are going to get together and play for his birthday at The Roscoe Nursing Home/Rehab in Roscoe, New York.