Dear Les Paul-
We miss you already. My heart hurts to think about where we would be without multi-track recording. Not to mention the solid bodied electric guitar and your skilled playing.
You don’t remember us, but we remember you. My husband and I, only three days married, went to that dusty little basement club in Manhattan on our honeymoon to hear you play with your band. We got off the subway at the wrong stop and were stumbling around the Trump tower on a hot September night trying to find our bearings. When we finally arrived at the club, my feet were screaming in pain after walking twenty one blocks in the world’s most uncomfortable heels.
Oh, but it was SO WORTH IT! We gawked and stared, marveling in how well you could play at 89 years of age. We were seeing a legend right in front of our very eyes. In the next few years we saw other legends play – Paul McCartney, Eric Clapton, Van Morrison and Ramsey Lewis, just to name a few. But none come close to that magical night listening to you croon to US – young newlyweds.
You are missed greatly. And musicians and engineers tip their hats to you today.
With Love-
-Priscilla
