There are so many jazz people departing this mortal coil these days that I trust we can be forgiven for the rare occasion when we allow "one of ours" to slip through the pearly gates unnoticed.
Such a person was pianist, bassist and humourist Ron Rubin who boarded the train to Gloryland on April 14.
In case anyone is thinking that I'm treating his death lightly let me assure them that this is far from the case and I doubt if he'd have wanted it any other way.
I never met Ron and I probably only heard him play once or twice - maybe with Melly and Chilton - but the thing I remember him most for was his humour.
The Ronnie Scott's Club's house magazine - Jazz at Ronnie Scott's - invariably featured articles and limericks by Ron which were always very funny albeit, not without a point to make.
Bearing in mind that Ronnie Scott's own wit was legendary and editor Jim Godbolt was not without the rib-tickling turn of phrase himself it says much for Ron Rubin that he held his own in such illustrious literary company.
So, my apologies for the omission to those who were close to Ron and my thanks to Maurice Summerfield for drawing his passing to my attention.
Ron Rubin was 86.
Sadly missed.
Lance
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