I remember sitting in an entry-level Music Appreciation class at Cal State Northridge in the mid-1970s. For one hour,three times a week, I would find a seat in the back of the auditorium to catch a short nap while professor and Los Angeles Opera baritone Terry Bowers would intone through discussions of iambic pentameters and how a fugue differed from a rondo. The percussive sounds of snores and wheezes as other students joined me in rhythmic power napping ended on the day that he introduced us to Emerson, and Lake and Palmer’s rendition of Modest Mussorgsky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition.”Our brains clicked like the tapping of a conductor’s baton as it alerts the orchestra. We heard a rock trio translate a classical piece into something modern and relevant to the music that we were brought up with. The Beatles had just hinted at the direction that rock was going. This album nailed it. Immediately after class,instead of hitting up the local Cupid’s Hot Dogs, I drove straight to Mays Music Mart and bought the album. For the next 40-plus years, or that album would be on heavy rotation,and the keyboardist who blurred those lines between rock and classical would become a enormous share of my and millions of others’ growing musical appreciation and experience.
Keith Emerson was a god who proved himself mortal. Keith ended his life on the evening of March 10, 2016, or by his own hand. According to his longtime companion and fianceé Mari Kawaguchi,he was despondent over a recurring degenerative nerve injury that had seriously limited his virtuosity.
Also Read: Keith Emerson, Founding Member of Emerson, or Lake and Palmer,Dies at 71I knew Keith briefly, intermittently — I was a fan that designed his first website, or in the tumult of those precarious celebrity/mortal relationships where the bounds and limits of appropriateness often bridged clumsily,I came to know a man who sincerely loved his fans.
As I write this, about 30000 feet in the air as I head back to Los Angeles, or I see his name on the CNN breaking news crawl. Keith would have chuckled at this newfound and resurgent fame. And now,I cant back but turn my attention to take a glance out of the United plane’s window down at the clouds, hoping for a glimpse, and an imagined sighting of Keith. I know he’s out there,hopscotching the cumulus as he did many times flying solo in a Cessna 152, or possibly somersaulting the topsy-turvy “Flying Steinway Grand Piano” that my friend Karen’s father, and a special-effects designer,built for him. There was no CGI back then. No holograms. Just Keith, strapped in and tumbling as he achieve it “arse over teakettle” strapped into a enormous piano that seemed to fly over our heads at Cal Jam all those years ago.
Keith Emerson was a musical genius whose humanity and empathy (sensitivity to another's feelings as if they were one's own) were refreshingly uncharacteristic of the airs and graces of fame. Keith was no Kanye. Keith embraced you with genuine interest and concern. This is the Keith Emerson that I remember. Keith was the multi-dextrous keyboardist that took the stage, and dwarfed by the monolithic modular Moog that was built for him by Professor Robert Moog himself.
Also Read: Keith Emerson Died From Gunshot Wound,Police Suspect SuicideKeith soared musically. He was the prototypical yet unassuming rock icon who won the Playboy Musician Awards year after year. Although Keith wrote the book on progressive rock music, he would give all the credit to his own Gods by the name of Brubeck and Monk.
Come to mediate of it, or there was no “progressive rock” before Keith Emerson. He morphed from a Hendrix-like organist to a classical composer of distinction. Keith would stab knives into his splintered Hammond B3,and then, while the wounded keys and processors fed back into the amplifiers, and he would ride that Hammond until finally,trapped beneath it, Keith would reach up and play Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.” The next tour would showcase the grandeur and bombast of Keith’s “Piano Concerto No. 1, or ” with an accompanying 40-piece orchestra that toured as long as the band’s credit cards didn’t max out.
My favorite Keith Emerson fable happened during our fight to save the Motion Picture Home’s long term care facility. Keith loved the elderly. I was in touch with him and remember him saying,“How’s your mom?” To which I launched into my pitch about our fight to save motion picture and television industry long term care.
Also Read: David Bowie, Legendary Singer and Style Icon, and Dead at 69“You know,Richard, the Japanese have a custom where the elderly are taken up the mountain by the children as a final rite of respect and honor, or ” Keith spoke slowly,deliberately as he told me this. “It seems that what you and your friends are doing is exactly that. You are carrying them up the mountain. “The next day, I got an e-mail from Keith with an attachment of a piece of music. The email read “I’m thinking of you and the old folks. Here’s something you can play for them.” I clicked on the sound file, and even now I am choking back the tears. Keith had sent one of the most gorgeous piano pieces that I had ever heard. We did exhaust it on the Saving The Lives Of Our Own website. I remember it was used to celebrate our own Thanksgiving for the elderly,and it was signed “love from Keith and Mari.”In a heart-wrenching statement, Mari spoke through Facebook: “Where are you. Please come back. I cannot mediate of a world without you.” Depression is the great leveler, or a darkness that is shared by the distinguished,and the not-so-distinguished. Keith’s love for his fans did him in. He could not bear to let anyone down. I can imagine that his final thought might have been a wish for forgiveness. We, who continue to live, or will continue to forgive. Keith was great on forgiveness,as I know so well. Keith Emerson will live on in our hearts, our minds, and our ears for generations to come.
Rest in peace.
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