A useful life.
nown.
He wanted to be buried in Kansas City. She ordered him to be buried in New
York, which he hated. That is how much she loved Charlie Parker and
cherished his memory.
Last year the remains of Charlie Parker were moved to Kansas City.
Ulf in Svedala
Jack Woker <ste...@ix.netcom.com> skrev i
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> January 19, 2000 Doris Parker, 77, a Crusader and Charlie Parker's
> Widow
>
> Doris Parker, widow of the jazz saxophonist Charlie (Bird) Parker, who
> used his memory to fight drug addiction, died on Monday in Manhattan.
> Mrs. Parker was the third wife of Charlie Parker.
Whoa, wait a minute -
I think you've got the details completely backwards.
From "The Charlie Parker Companion" edited by Carl Woideck, p. 57
the article is by Ira Gitler - "Charlie Parker and the Saxophonists"
(1996)
"The funeral was held on a gray day of downpour in New York at Adam
Clayton Powell's Abyssinian Baptist Church. Once the coffin was almost
dropped. Then the body was sent to Kansas City, where Bird had
requested that it not go, for burial. Some musicians, such as Gail
Brockman, came from as far away as Chicago for the funeral services.
Other New York-based musicians were conspicuous by their absence."
The remains were recently moved from one spot in KC to another more
prominent one in KC, if I recall correctly.
You are correct that Doris Parker went against Bird's wishes, though.
Mike
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Rohan Parkes
Melbourne
Australia
: The details of her life are a good counter to the rather derogatory
: depiction of Doris in Bird Lives, which tends to portray her as simply
: not having a clue.
Definitely.
"Bird Lives" (if you mean the Ross Russell book) has to be one of the
least dependable jazz biographies ever written, and that's saying a lot.
Bill
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Not one of you guys was there, then, that I know of. But ... I was.
and I knew Doris, Bird and Chan.
Everyone gets born, goes through life, has experiences, dies, gets
talked about.
So ... what?!!
Doris P. was good. May she rest in peace now. You guys just don't
know.
Be decent. Let her be.
nown.
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>
>The remains were recently moved from one spot in KC to another more
>prominent one in KC, if I recall correctly.
>
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There was a plan to move Bird's remains from Lincoln Cemetary
to the Parker Memorial Plaza near 18th & Vine, but this never
happened.
I do not have the exact "addresses" that you have, so they mey well be
correct.
According to Bird's stepdaughter Kim the remains WERE MOVED. She was there
and I spoke to her about it a few weeks after as she gave concerts in
Sweden.
Ulf in Svedala
Dead is dead. Many people even leave wills which successfully get
contended. Doctors and hospital staffs are notorious for going against
patient's wishes. This is not to excuse it, but ... pointing out facts
of life.
Bird's death, like many deaths, left great emotional turmoil behind.
While predictable ... it was also unbelievable at the time. Our hero
.. gone.
As for Bird's wishes ... while I certainly do not know the inside story
(nor do I pretend to) ... you've got to know that Bird had a VERY
childish side to him. And of course I'm not talking about the music.
In his music ... Bird was the Great Master. No doubt about it. Bird was
in charge of things. Bird was in control. Bird was beautiful.
Somebody said "I live in my art; not in my life". Bird lives for us in
his art.
But in his life, Bird ... poor Bird ... was a mix-up. When it comes to
"Bird's wishes" ... you've got to understand ... Bird could be very
wishy-washy. And often was.
Events like his funeral and burial and so forth, could not and did not
please everybody. It's what happened.
nown.
Ulf in Svedala
Which is not to underplay the strengths of the book, which are its
extremely literate style, and its genuine dedication to its subject
matter.
"I suppose you were there, since you sound so sure".
But it's not me that's of any importance to Bird's death and burial
story. It never was and it never will be me. It wasn't even Bird.
It was the story that seemed important here. And all that I could do
and did do was to present another angle from which to view it. But
nothing matters but the music,
And ... anyhow ... this thread was alledgedly in memorium to Doris.
You and I don't matter in it. Let her be.
nown.