I was talking with The Great Matt Baldoni about music. I often run my amateurish musical tastes past his to ensure that my ears do indeed have a good taste for good music and I'm not accidentally going pop. So when I confessed an appreciation for the Spaghetti Western's symphonic scores, specifically the works of Ennio Morricone, I was happy to know that not only did he highly approve, but that Mr. Morricone was still performing.
I thought the man was dead.
This upset me because there are still some stubborn greats that have given death the finger. Victor Borge was one of them, and I was fortunate enough to see him twice before he inevitably passed. But did you know Don Rickles is still alive? And so why not see Ennio Morricone? There are many truly great legends that still live and PERFORM to this day that we either assumed were dead, or our parents lacked the cultural tastes to inform us of their existence in the first place, leaving us to discover them on our own, only to assume they were dead.
Ennio's performances are relegated to Europe now. And though I generally loathe the continent, I do believe I am going to have to fly out there to see this great musician before he passes. Besides, he has the hallmark of a great man that very few modern day ones can match. And to that, I think we should get a rag tag band of Cappy Cappites to wear tuxedos and rendezvous to see this man perform at least once in our lives.