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Een pagina die voor persoonlijke glimpen en goede woorden over Emily wordt gereserveerd, die van die worden gesuggereerd die haar beste kenden.
Een pagina die voor persoonlijke glimpen en goede woorden over Emily wordt gereserveerd, die van die worden gesuggereerd die haar beste kenden.
I 1st ontmoete beste Em in 1985 in NYC. Een welke schitterende vibe zij had. Ik werd geboekt voor een reis in Januari 1986 met Joe Farrell en jammer genoeg nog overleed hij vóór de begindatum…, gelukkig nam Emily zijn plaats en wij becam snel vrienden op de weg in de loop van de volgende jaren tot zij droevig wegging. Ik mis haar aan deze dag en luister vaak aan de vele opnamen die wij op reis hebben gedaan, zowel toont als repetities. Wij reisten in vele formaten - duo, trio, quartet en zij glanste door allemaal. Ik wens dit ik één meer minuut tijd met Em kon hebben. Ik sprak aan haar de dag alvorens zij Australië verliet en zij zich op het vinden van hulp voor haar probleem verheugde toen zij terugkeerde. Zo zeer droevig.
Hartelijk dank voor deze website gewijd aan een engel.
Emily kwam aan New Mexico dat door de Workshop van de Jazz van New Mexico voor een jol in Albuquerque wordt geboekt. Zij opende voor Michael Brecker bij de Universiteit van de Zaal van New Mexico Popejoy. Het trio was natuurlijk Emily op guitar en Jon Gagan op baarzen en ik speelde trommels. Ik had een verbazende ervarings speeljazz met haar. Wij hingen uit nadat bij een hotel La Posada in Albuquerque riep van de binnenstad waar de band Brecker bleef.
Één ding dat ik me over de jol in Popejoy heb herinnerd was - vóór de prestaties, Emily en ik speelde in haar het kleden zich ruimte. Ik speelde borstels op een krant en Emily die sloot speelt af. Dat was een speciale gebeurtenis voor me. Zij was een zeer warme en vriendelijke persoon die hield van jazz te spelen.
Emily werd gebracht terug naar New Mexico; dit keer om voor Etta James bij een trefpunt in de bergen buiten Fe te openen Santa riep Evergreens. Emily gebruikte het zelfde trio. Wij speelden ook een club in Fe Santa geroepen Gr Farol de voordien nacht.
De muzikale ervaring en hangt tijd was zowel gedenkwaardig als inspirerend. Zij had wat muzikaal genie en ik genoot van deelnemend.
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Ik blokkeerde weg op mijn Tweeling van het Stootkussen draaide al manier omhoog, tegelijkertijd was ik een beginspeler, alle wist ik het hoe te te doen was spel wat rots en jam langs op guitar gebruikend de minder belangrijke pentatonische schaal stemt. Anyways, during a pause in the sonic chaos I was inflicting on the neighborhood, I heard this polite knock on the door. I opened it, and there was this stunningly beautiful young woman standing there. She introduced herself; “Hi there I am Emily Remler, I am a jazz guitarist, and I was walking by and I heard you playing, and I was wondering if you would like some lessons”. At the time I was 35 years old and she was about 18, so I thought what can this little girl show me. So I handed her my guitar and she played on it, asked me to turn down the amp and make it sound clean, and she proceeded to blow my mind. I took one hour on the spot. At the time I lived on Long Beach Island New Jersey. She vacationed there every summer for a few years and every year she came she would come by and give me lessons.
Sadly, many years later I heard about her death while at a flea market in St Augustine Florida where there was a man trying out the same guitar she played in my house that first time, which was for sale that day. He is the one who told me about her death. I was shocked and saddened by it.
She is the one who gave me some of the musical ideas which I still use to this day, as I have never perused a musical education.
I was visiting my daughter in Halifax, Nova Scotia, & saw in the newspaper that she & Larry Coryell were giving a concert at the Rebeccah Cohen Auditorium. When I went there to buy tickets, I noticed that the sign in lights said LARRY CORYELL but no mention of Emily. I was outraged, & went directly to the manager & told him that Emily Remler was one of the greatest jazz guitarists in the world. When I went to the concert that night, I was pleased to see he name in lights with his; equal billing. Before the concert started, I was called to the manager’s office, & told my seat would be changed. I was seated right in front, directly down from where Emily was playing in an old T-shirt & jeans. At intermission, she motioned me to the door that led backstage; she had two guitars & a practice amp there. After she hugged me & thanked me for what I did, she asked me if I played guitar. I said “yes” & we played together for about 20 minutes. I gave her my address & phone#, & we kept in touch until her tragic death in Australia. During that time, she would send me all her CDs & instructional videos. We would talk on the phone, exchange letters, etc. I was absolutely devastated when I learned of her death in Sydney. I still listen to her CDs all the time, & will remember her lovingly until the day I die. One can only imagine what she would have accomplished if she were still alive. She was not only a great artist, but a terrific human being as well.
I was a personal friend of Emily’s, I met her when she came to Pittsburgh to handle some personal issues. She figured Pittsburgh was far enough away from New York to be able to relax.We became friends right away, being that I am a musician also.
She had already hooked up with the Duquesne thing.
After that, I played several gigs with her. One was on New Years Eve at Club “Toots Suite” where she was treated like royalty, like she deserved. We also played at a few more small venues and I remember her arguing with the drummer who announced “St. Thomas” as an island and Emily said it was a penninsula and wouldn’t play until he agreed.
I had the opportunity to go to Phile with her to Pat Martino’s house and also met her when she was here with David Benoit.
I knew she was in trouble, but felt safe with David’s group. When she told me she was going to Sydney alone, I begged her not to. as did several others, but she insisted.
The rest is history. I miss her and still think of her and this website is a Godsend!
I remember Emily sitting in her dorm room (our first year at Berklee) with her guitar in hand playing to the music of the commercials that came on while she watched the little tv in her room.