On the morning of March 12, Sally Grossman, the widow of Bob Dylan’s foremost manager, Albert “the Baron of Bearsville” Grossman, failed to answer her locked front door. A spare key was fetched, and the baroness was found at peace in her bed. While cause of death has not been determined, Sally recently gave up cigarettes and — to one and all — seemed an unstoppable force at 81.
Leon wasn’t born to greatness; he earned it. And like his hero, Ali, he triumphed against all odds.
On Saturday, February 13, Covid-19 added Joe Beesmer — beloved husband, guitar hero and band leader — to its gruesome toll.
On June 26, the day of his birth, Milton Glaser, international superstar of graphic design, artist, gourmet, educator extraordinaire, and Woodstocker for more than 60 years, died of a stroke. He was 91. His wife and constant companion Shirley was at his side. Milton died in New York City, where he was born.
Part IV in a series on Hervey White. Erroneously named “founder” of Woodstock by Life magazine in 1938, White [1866-1944] is better described as godfather of a town he personally transformed into America’s most famous Bohemia, earlier even than 1920. But despite this fact, and although admired by artists and farmers alike, Hervey lived and died an enigma. Some knew part, but none knew all his secrets.
Art lovers don’t walk in off the street anymore in Woodstock — at least not to buy works by the artists who first put the town on the map. So Tom Fletcher, whose art auctions and web-based transactions allowed him to keep his Mill Hill Road gallery doors open well past a dramatic down-turn in sales will continue to sell art from out of his Byrdcliffe home. But this same tenacious Tom Fletcher three weeks ago bowed to the inevitable. The culprit? A long-punishing “investment shift” towards non-representational art, and the recent rise of on-line Mega-galleries all but obliterating sales for smaller galleries.
The play’s premise is simple. Newcomers named “Jones” encounter next door neighbors who share this same last name. As well as something darker.
Part III in a series on Hervey White. Erroneously named “founder” of Woodstock by Life magazine in 1938, White [1866-1944] is better described as godfather of a town he personally transformed into America’s most famous Bohemia, earlier even than 1920. But despite this fact, and although admired by artists and farmers alike, Hervey lived and died an enigma. Some knew part, but none knew all his secrets.
Those who begin to study this town’s most elusive character at his end rather than at his beginning, won’t ever capture Hervey White. That’s why the godfather of Woodstock has eluded so many for so long. Scholars read Hervey’s last and least honest effort, that paid-for-but-never-published “Autobiography” and consider it gospel.
Erroneously named “founder” of Woodstock by Life magazine in 1938, Hervey White [1866-1944] is better described as godfather of a town he personally transformed into America’s most famous Bohemia, earlier even than 1920. But despite this fact, and although admired by artists and farmers alike, Hervey lived and died an enigma. Some knew part, but none knew all his secrets.