I read yesterday of the death of Dave Bartholomew at age 100. Dave Bartholomew was a musician, bandleader, composer, arranger and record producer. He was prominent in the music of New Orleans throughout the second half of the 20th century. Originally a trumpeter, he was active in many musical genres, including rhythm and blues, big band, swing music, rock and roll, New Orleans jazz and Dixieland. Best known for songs like Walking to New Orleans, I Hear You Knocking, Blue Monday, One Night, and many others.

Dave Bartholomew – 2013
Many musicians have recorded Bartholomew’s songs, but his partnership with Fats Domino produced some of his greatest successes. In the mid-1950s they wrote more than forty hits for Imperial Records, including this song, the Billboard R&B number one chart hit Ain’t That a Shame.
He was a member of the Songwriters Hall of Fame, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the Louisiana Music Hall of Fame. If you’re interested in more, NPR has a nice, short write-up about Dave Bartholomew.
R.I.P. Dave Bartholomew … Ain’t That A Shame … 😢
Ain’t That a Shame
Fats Domino
You made me cry when you said goodbye
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
You’re the one to blame
You broke my heart when you said we’ll part
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
You’re the one to blame
Oh well goodbye
Although I’ll cry
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
You’re the one to blame
You made me cry when you said goodbye
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
You’re the one to blame
Oh well goodbye
Although I’ll cry
Ain’t that a shame
My tears fell like rain
Ain’t that a shame
You’re the one to blame
Songwriters: Antoine Domino / Dave Bartholomew
Ain’t That a Shame lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ali, of course, is best known for his boxing career that spanned some 21 years, but he was much more than just a boxer. He was an entertainer, a civil rights activist, a humanitarian, a larger-than-life figure. His life is, perhaps, best summed by what he said after winning his first heavyweight title, “I don’t have to be who you want me to be; I’m free to be who I want.” And that is exactly what he did for the rest of his 74 years.
Two days ago, a musician named “Prince” died. I had heard of Prince, of course, as I had children during the ‘70s and ‘80s who listened to his music. I was not a fan, because his style did not match my taste in music. It has been years since I have so much as heard his name, and yet, for the past two days there has been an outpouring of grief, reminiscing, and the like for this musician. The last pop star whose death caused as much commotion was Elvis Presley, or possibly Michael Jackson. Across the globe, monuments were lit in purple for this entertainer, from the Superdome in New Orleans to the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Quite a tribute for an entertainer. Better than any that I can recall. Many of his fans are grieving his untimely death. But …