Since then, some of the recent deaths have made unusual noise. Everyone blogs about the deaths of Reagan and/or of Ray Charles. Reagan, who was heavily criticized during his period of activity, is now almost a saint. Only a few voices dare recall how harmful his policies were. As Brassens used to sing, les morts sont tous des braves types. Maybe that's due to his illness, drawing compassion? Probably; the horrible disease he had is a sure way to destroy your personality and turn you into a pitiful puppet of the few reflexes that remain from the time you still were a person. It's difficult to imagine a more awful end. At least he didn't suffer, since there was no longer any "he".
And then Ray Charles dies. Great singer. Great musician. Yes. Not much else to say. Didn't made anything new the last twenty years. A star, but living on what he invented when he was young. Time had come for him.
Meanwhile, Steve Lacy dies. Steve Lacy, the guy who almost created the soprano saxophone in jazz. A major influence on John Coltrane himself, to whom he gave saxophone lessons. One of the very earliest pionieers of free jazz. One of the most breathtaking sounds that ever came out of a soprano sax. Someone who innovated until the last day of his existence. He stayed all his life in the shadows of giants; and he died, unfortunately, unnoticed, in the shadows of giants. RIP Mr Lacy. You won't be forgotten.