A friend in New York emailed me the news this morning; the great cabaret singer was eighty years old and died of leukemia. I had the privilege of seeing him at the Carlyle hotel on Manhattan’s East 76th Street around 2001–he looked terrific, and even signed an autograph for me after the show, which I gave to my parents.
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