VIDEO: Marvin Hamlisch, A Glimpse:
Maestro Marvin Hamlisch (1944-2012) – A Glimpse: A Brief “Story of Marvin Hamlisch” prepared for the Columbus Museum Of Art Photographic Exhibit: REMEMBERING MARVIN HAMLISCH THE PEOPLE’S COMPOSER” – Thanks to Len Prince, Ash Beck, Charlotte Blair, Terre Blair, Robert Klein, Peter Dugan (Piano performance), Valerie Lemon for singing the Viennese Lullaby that Marvin’s Mother (Lilly) used to sing to him when he was a kid.
(The video will be on exhibit during the Kalamazoo Valley Museum & Kalamazoo Symphony Orchestra tribute to Composer Marvin Hamlisch, 2017) Find out more!
Watch Video: Marvin Hamlisch – A Glimpse:
On his 72nd Birthday (6/2/2016) Terre Blair Hamlisch, Marvin’s widow wrote:
“Happy 72nd Birthday Marvin! Your birthdays were so important to you! The children in schools celebrate your birthday with cupcakes and candles and the teachers tell them you were like Mozart! May all the children read the children’s book “Marvin makes music ” and their children read it to their children and keep listening and playing and singing your songs! They took you away from us way too soon. I love you forever and after that, Terre, (Lexi, Gracie, phoebe, Mortimer, and Gabriel too! ) I love you! Happy birthday!
Excerpt from the book “The Way I Was” by Marvin Hamlisch:
“When the second grade began, the upright (piano) was moved into my new classroom. Miss Morrison was gone, and my new teacher was Miss Sussman. (Give the role to a redheaded Donna Reed.) My mother was no longer in the hall, and I had turned into the Leonard Bernstein of Eighty-second Street-pianist, musician, composer, all-purpose music man. A good deal of attention was being paid to me, and I was churning out a lot of music.
Every time there was an assembly, those noisy gatherings in the auditorium, Little Marvin was onstage at the piano. Oh, the power. Oh, the prestige. One G seventh chord, and four hundred students and teachers would rise as one from their seats. Then I’d hit’em with the national anthem, and four hundred voices would burst into song. But the part that really showed my influence was when I played a C Major chord, letting them sit. I mean, without that chord, nobody moved. I felt like General Patton shouting, “At ease!” to the 3rd Army Corps. I was the School Piano Player, able to leap tall octaves in a single bound. If I had heard of Andy Warhol, I would have told him my fifteen minutes of fame had arrived.
During this heady period, I was assigned other jobs that were not as musical but were also associated with the arts. The guidance counselor had urged that I be kept busy at all times to harness my nervous energy. So I was often posted in the paint closet and given the job of handing out paints to other students.
This was not the ideal assignment, since I have always been color-blind. I can make out the yellows, but the greens and browns look pretty much alike. The kids drew some pretty bizarre flowers that year. This became known as my blue period.
When I went from the second grade to the third, a curious thing happened. Miss Sussman was promoted along with me, and so was the upright. This was either the kind act of providence or the School’s decision to keep me neutralized at all costs. In any case, I remained under Miss Sussman’s benign influence for a second year. What’s more, she loved show business and Broadway shows. There followed a jumble of class musicals, rehearsals, and choirs, with me at the piano for all of them. The outsider of earlier years had turned into the ultimate team player. I was aglow in the favorable attention of teachers and students alike. Especially Nina Tumarkin, a blond classmate of mine. Nina was a product of God at His very best. (But that’s another story.) ” – Excerpt from Marvin Hamlisch’s book “The Way I Was”