We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
One of my nephews negotiated the contract for Heartbreak Hotel to be used in a pharmaceutical commercial with the lyrics changed to Heartburn Hotel. The seven-figure price was unusually high because my nephew declared it was "prostituting the music".
Hoyt was a class act. He did music for people, not by "genre", and he had a presence and a sense of humor about it all.
I was privileged to meet the man once, and to get to spend about five minutes talking to him. It only took me that long to conclude that he was a real person, and had little artifice or pretension about himself.
He was better than he is recognized as being, and less respected than he deserves to be.
SSG Young, who was always the intellectual cutting edge in our little outfit, brought Hoyt to my attention. I'm sorry we didn't get more time with him than we did, but will always be appreciative of what he did contribute. In all honesty, it is my fervent hope that he enjoyed the ride.
Thanks for the reminder - I know little about his music, but this clip is so good, I'm going to check out more of his music. Always thought of him as an actor who happened to sing. I first saw him in "The Black Stallion," and his story of Bucephalus is done so well, the movie wouldn't be half as good without it. "Well, that's the way I heard it." Perfect.
Also, he plays a flute in the movie, and for the small amount of screen time he has, he really does a fine job of acting. His two main scenes are the card game, and the interaction with his son on their last night on the boat. He does some fine physical stuff during the fire and sinking, too.
that looks like a Gibson J-50 circa 1960-ish slung up there over his shoulder with its original clunky bridge...that's a Bob Dylan guitar too, standard folk-singer issue.