RobertChartoff, the Oscar-winning producer of Rocky and a slew of other iconic films from the mid-’70s and ’80s, passed away yesterday at his home in Santa Monica after a two-year battle with pancreatic cancer. He was 81.
Chartoff, a New York native, began his film career in the 1960s producing films like Point Blank, The Split and They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? The last of which was nominated for nine Oscars. Rocky came out in 1976, and he won a Best Picture Oscar for it the following year with his partner IrwinWinkler. He also got Best Picture nods for Raging Bull and 1983’s The Right Stuff.
Check out video from his Rocky win in the video below. He’s the guy to the right of Stallone.
Legendary blues man B.B. King passed away this morning at the age of 89. You’ll find moving profiles on him all around the web, including this one from The New York Times, which chronicles his life “from the cotton fields of Mississippi” through a career as one of the defining voices and guitarists in the history of recorded music. He was an original crossover artist, “marrying country blues to big-city rhythms” and eventually making his way to Philadelphia to tinker with TSOP with producers Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff. King worked with them in 1974 on an album called Friends. That’s where I’ll leave you today, with with a catchy instrumental track from the album called “Philadelphia,” a nice blend of King’s wailing guitar and the unmistakeable funk of TSOP. R.I.P.
“He’s a character out of a Tom Wolfe story.” That’s how a friend of mine describes Craig Drake, who died on March 15th at age 79. The metaphor is apparently apt: One of Drake’s oldest friends, speaking of him at a packed memorial service yesterday at The Church of the Holy Trinity on Rittenhouse Square, also compared Drake’s life to a novel, with one important caveat: “It would all be true.”
British singer-songwriter Joe Cocker has passed away at the age of 70. The Huffington Post reports that he died after a long battle with lung cancer. His rep, Sony Music, released the following statement:
John Robert Cocker, known to family, friends, his community and fans around the world as Joe Cocker, passed away on December 22, 2014 after a hard fought battle with small cell lung cancer. Mr. Cocker was 70 years old.
Joe Cocker was born 5/20/1944 in Sheffield, England where he lived until his early 20’s. In 2007 he was awarded the OBE by the Queen of England.
His international success as a blues/rock singer began in 1964 and continues till this day. Joe created nearly 40 albums and toured extensively around the globe.
It’s a terribly sad day in gay Philadelphia. The incomparable Gloria Casarez, the City’s first director of the Mayor’s Office of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Affairs has passed away at the age of 42.
Lily McBeth, a transgender activist and substitute school teacher who fought to keep her job in the Ocean City school district after transitioning, died on September 24th at the age of 80. NJ.com has a nice writeup about her legacy:
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., head of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, sits up in his hotel room bed in Philadelphia, Feb. 10, 1968 while being examined by Dr. Walter Lomax, a Philadelphia physician. (AP Photo)
On October 10, 2013, at 8:30 a.m., 81-year-old Dr. Walter P. Lomax Jr. passed away. “So what?” you ask. “What’s the big deal? Don’t old men die every day?”
The big deal, I answer, is that he wasn’t just an old man. The big deal is that he was and is a great man.
Dr. Lomax was a prominent physician, prosperous entrepreneur, and selfless philanthropist. The youngest of four children and a graduate of La Salle University and Hahnemann University Hospital, he opened his first medical office in a row house near his South Philly family home in 1958.
That small-scale clinic expanded over the years to six top-notch medical centers with 22 physicians who provided quality care regardless of income.
Edward “Babe” Heffron and William “Wild Bill” Guarnere in Philadelphia in 2007. Photo by AP.
In the span of 14 weeks, Philly and the world lost two heroes. Edward “Babe” Heffron and William “Wild Bill” Guarnere — World War II paratroopers from Easy Company, 506th PIR, 101st Airborne, who gained unexpected but well-deserved fame from the 2001 Stephen Ambrose book Band of Brothers and the Tom Hanks miniseries it inspired — took their final jumps on December 1st and March 8th, respectively.
As flags fly at half-staff today in Pennsylvania as Bill is laid to rest — a perfect final salute to him and his brothers in arms — it’s hard to fathom that I’ll never again be able to call Bill and hear his exuberant “Yowwwza!” And then “What’s shakin’, kid?” Or hear Babe on the phone go from a sleepy “Hello?” (after prowling Center City all day) to a booming “Oh, my achin’ back! How the hell are ya?”
Meningitis is suspected in yesterday’s sudden death of Drexel sophomore Stephanie Ross, NBC 10 reports. She was found unresponsive by her sisters in the Phi Mu – Beta Tau sorority house yesterday afternoon and taken to Penn Presbyterian hospital where she was pronounced dead.
Though no official cause of death was given, Drexel said they are working with city health officials under the assumption that the death was due to meningitis. The college didn’t reveal what type of meningitis is suspected.
In late 2011, I saw a story in the New York Times. A clinical trial of a new kind of cancer therapy at the University of Pennsylvania had jolted two elderly leukemia patients into apparent remission. The therapy had never been tried before in humans, only in mice. Developed over 25 years by a team of Penn doctors, it used genetic techniques to give new powers to a patient’s own cells, transforming them into “serial killers” able to attack and eliminate tumor.
It seemed to be one of those rare moments in cancer science when an experimental treatment actually worked. I wanted to know more, so I asked Penn if they’d connect me with a patient. They pointed me to Walter Keller, a cabinet refinisher in Southern California, the seventh adult to ever receive the therapy.