It's a little hard to believe. Still. Unlike the bloviating baby boomers who you'll mostly hear from today, I knew him as a child first -- and, funnily enough -- as a fellow New Yorker. Through words and interviews and snippets and those beautiful melodies I learned sarcasm and wit; passion and compassion; frailty and fault.
It's always pleased me that most of the fiction that's tried to capture what he's about: plays, Broadway Musicals, Films, and television -- have all fallen so incredibly, comically short.
Sometimes the artist just needs to speak for himself.
A lucky man, who made the grade, indeed.
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