Maury Chaykin died last week. I know quiet_dignitea is going to be as upset as I am about this.

I was just telling nonabloch that we have almost as many movies with Maury Chaykin in them as we do Bruce Willis, so stacye13 had to be the bearer of bad news and tell me he died.

He was an incredible actor, and he will be sorely missed.

I didn't realize Mitch Miller was still alive. Oops. Well, now he isn't.

I saw him at Chicago's 3rd of July celebration (do they still do their fireworks on the 3rd, bibliogrrl?) when I was probably nine or ten. I used to put on the Sing Along With Mitch records my parents had and . . . well . . . sing along! I didn't realize he was such a controversial ( Read more... )

Ronnie James Dio has died of stomach cancer.It seems like such a . . . pedestrian death for him. And who would have guessed he'd go before Ozzie ( Read more... )

Les Paul died.

Okay, so he was 94, but still! The inventor of the electric guitar!

Damn. Willie DeVille, and now Les Paul.

Willy DeVille died yesterday. I know, most people will read that and say, "Who?" He wrote the song from the ending credits of The Princess Bride, "Storybook Love." That's the most a lot of people know of him, for some reason.

I looked for years for a copy of the Mink DeVille album, Where Angels Fear to Tread, because that's the album with "Each ( Read more... )

Walter Cronkite died today. That's a great obituary for a great man.

Some of my favorite bits:

Cronkite was the broadcaster to whom the title "anchorman" was first applied, and he came [sic] so identified in that role that eventually his own name became the term for the job in other languages. (Swedish anchors are known as Kronkiters; In Holland ( Read more... )

She died this morning.

I watched Charlie's Angels religiously when I was little. It was our favorite "game" to play, too.

Michael Crichton died of cancer. Wow, I didn't realize he was that tall.

ETA: This obit. doesn't say, but I read in another that he was 6'9".

I wasn't going to post anything, but I gotta.

I admit, when I was younger, I preferred Robert Redford and his boyish good looks. It didn't take long for me to get over that. After all, it was Henry Gondorff who made me want to grow up to be a con artist, not Johnny Hooker.

Last night we watched Nobody's Fool (1994), in memorium ( Read more... )

I guess George Carlin finally had to move his shit so someone else would have somewhere to put their stuff. He died of heart failure at the age of 71.

From the Reuters obit: Carlin told Playboy that his sensibilities developed in the 1950s, "when comedy stopped being safe ... (and) became about saying no to authority."He cited such influences as ( Read more... )