Bless the brother...
Theodore DeReese Pendergrass (March 26, 1950 - January 13, 2010). Musta been feelin it in December. Bless him.
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posted by murat11 at 11:09 PM
Thursday, January 14, 2010
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8 Comments:
caught this on the news yesterday when I was knee deep in matching up laptops and printers for a uil meet - moved baby girl into the dorm today and this is the first chance I've had to think. Sad.
Oh Paschal, how sad...May he rest in peace and we continue to enjoy his music.
Somehow in the verbs you used to present him to me in one of those previous posts made me think that he was no longer with us. It was probably my misinterpretation.
Dee: Rough two weeks for the hearts and ears, Lhasa and Teddy.
DM: Could have been intimations on my part. In a sense, he had not been with us: he had "retired" from the music business a few years ago and when I googled him in December during the posting retrospective, I saw mention that he had been admitted to a Philly hospital for what were called "complications" related to his spinal cord injury. There had been no mention of colon cancer at the time.
I was never a big Teddy fan during his heyday; I was more a Stevie Wonder and Al Green fan in the 1970s - their heydays as well. But, on my farewell drive out of New Orleans in December 1994, driving north to say goodbye to family for my move to the Pacific Northwest, I heard "Love TKO" on the radio. I was leaving a relationship at the time, too, and the song just rocked, even though I had heard it before: it finally hit the solar plexus just right, and I was a Teddy fan big time from then on.
The Headmaster at the Instituto is a year older than I, and he's a soul shaker himself. I'd nicknamed him Teddy (not his name); he felt the loss of TP, too.
The world has lost another musical voice. sigh... But at least the songs live on.
T: They do, they do.
Oh, it was good reading your Teddy story. :)
DM: I'm glad you did, amiga.
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