Mark Abernathy

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God Bless You, Mr. Connick Jr.

I'm a little reluctant to share this story, but I have to publicly acknowledge this wonderful man, who surprised me with a phone call a few months back.  Sadly, it wasn't for a gig, but read on...

A little bit of backstory:  My younger brother--four years younger and the baby of the family---was killed in a traffic accident several years ago.  He was en route to Las Vegas to buy Phish tickets when the pick-up he was driving broke down on southbound I-15.  If I remember correctly, it was after midnight, and storming badly in the desert.  He was outside of his truck, trying to figure out what was wrong with the vehicle, or trying to flag someone down for help, but he was  close enough to the shoulder to get hit by a tanker at high-speed. It struck him in the head.  Life-flighted to University Medical Center in Las Vegas, he spent several days in a coma, but didn't pull through. It was devastating, and blew my life completely off course.  That's another story. 

But Christmas has been hard since.  Particularly for my mother, I think. She writes a column for her local paper, and near Christmas wrote a piece reflecting on that hard time when my brother died.  You can read the story here.  To the point, my brother was a solid Harry Connick, Jr. fan, and some of those early Connick records were personal favourites of both of ours.   He basically died with 'Here Comes The Big Parade' in the truck tape-player, and we played his music to my brother in a coma, hoping it would bring him back.

I bought Connick's first Columbia release in the late 80s, having been introduced to his music by my high school friend Taku Hirano when we were both at summer school at Berklee College of Music.  Connick's music brought me down a rabbit hole, where I discoverd Duke Ellington, Carmen McRae, Dr. John, James Booker, Allen Toussaint, Professor Longhair, and too many others, whose shoe's lace I am not worthy to unloose. Before he was an American Idol judge or an actor, Connick was prodigy pianist and a genius arranger; multi-instrumentalist, New Orleans music repository, American songbook interpreter, and world-class performer and old school entertainer, and much more.)   He continues, on and on, to be a gateway to music for me. 

Shortly after my mother published that Christmas article, Connick's manager caught sight of the piece, and forwarded it onto the man himself.  A few days after Christmas, he personally tracked my mother's phone number down and called her up.  He spent a generous amount of time talking to her, commiserating and sharing. My mother mentioned to him that I was a musician, too, so he called me up as well.  He asked about my life, and told me that he was praying for me.  I am enormously moved by the compassion this man has.  What's more, a few weeks ago, I received an email from his assistant, inviting me to see his show in Austin, Texas, where we now live.   He left tickets and backstage passes so we were able to meet and chat in person a bit.  He was wonderful to my son and to my wife.  Put on a killer show, too. Beyond a musical hero, he really humbled me to be a better human being.   Thank you, Harry Connick for not only your music, but your example.  You continue to be a blessing to so many.  

 yeah, I cropped myself out of the pic...

yeah, I cropped myself out of the pic...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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