Tal Farlow - A Tribute

by Dan Axelrod

Dan's pic of Tal

Paul McCartney said: "Hey Jude - Don't make it bad, take a sad song, and make it better".....and that's why we're here today - to take a sad song.....and to somehow try to make it better. And it's ironic that Tal's not here in body with us, for making beauty out of sadness ......that was his best lick. Ya know when you looked at that big grin of his, it was easy to get fooled that this was the essence of Tal. You had to look up into his eyes to see another part of Tal........., and those eyes told a different, and possibly deeper tale, ........a sad tale. For even in pictures of Tal as a kid, there seemed to be a burden that he carried . What was the burden? Well, I knew him pretty well, and I believe this - I believe that he was blessed with the innate knowledge of life's unresolveable paradox - that no matter how much joy, and passion and accomplishment we can squeeze out of a day, in the end, ............we're here.......and then we're gone .

So how do you measure a man's life then? Well, there are only 3 things one can leave behind in this world - children, the people who loved him , and, a legacy. Now, of all the things Tal was called in his lifetime, to my knowledge.......Daddy......... was not one of them, but in the 2 other categories, leaving a legacy, and having loved ones...........as Michelle said to me a few days ago, "He didn't do TOO badly, Dan!"

Well, not too badly indeed Michelle! What was his legacy?......well, some of the history books actually get it right - he was the most creative, most vital, most innovative, most influential, most daring genius to ever put hands to guitar fingerboard. And with a little luck, that legend will only grow with time. And what about Tal's ability to touch people? Well, no one had more spirit, or warmth, or invitation, or wit, or humor. Let's face it, folks. We were lucky.......... And believe me, nobody was luckier than me. I was a precocious 13 year old, when someone would put a 10 inch LP in my hand that would change my life forever. I remember, the record jacket had no photo, just a drawing of a man in deep thought, and a description of him as "Lincolnesque" - not a bad adjective for Tal who seemed to effortlessly bring out the best in humanity,..... - for his spirit had it all - humility, sensitivity, generosity, and in the end, acceptance. As I look up, I can see him here - I see him in bass player Gary, I see him in his friend Mark, I see him in his friend Steve, and I see him in his wife Michelle......

When George Gershwin died at the age of 37, he left a melody in need of a lyric, and his brother Ira, who was suffering from the loss, picked up a pen, and summed up what is now wholly evident in this room .......that the essence of what a great man leaves to this world is indeed,a spirit that survives inside the people he's touched, and sometimes..........sometimes.......the people that he'll continue to touch for generations, and generations, and generations to come.

Tal, you did good.....I'm proud of you......and we're all proud of you!

It's very clear, our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but ever and a day
The radio, and the telephone, and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancy, and in time may go............
But oh, my dear, our love is here to stay,
Together we're....going a long long way
In time the Rockies may crumble
Gibralter may tumble
They're only made of clay.......but
Our love - is here to stay

lyric by Ira Gershwin


Andy Sheppard
mailto: andy@nobad.demon.co.uk