To be stored away for your holiday cocktail party conversation purposes:
"Hugh Martin, the composer, lyricist, arranger and pianist best known
for creating the Judy Garland standards “Have Yourself a Merry Little
Christmas,” “The Boy Next Door”
and “The Trolley Song,” died on Friday at his home in Encinitas, Calif.
He was 96.
Garland initially refused to sing the holiday ballad, which began, "Have yourself a merry little Christmas/It may be your last," until
that second line was softened to "Let your heart be light."
-from Martin's March 14th 2011 obituary in the New York Times
It sounds morbid, but the New York Times
is one of my favorite parts of the paper. I started reading it regularly on the recommendation of a friend who has it
set as her homepage. I was pretty horrified the first time I saw her
open her Internet browser, but it made sense when she explained it to
me. Think about it: Anyone notable enough to be written up in the New
York Times upon his or her death has probably had a very interesting life,
and has contributed something pretty major to society.
Now it's one of
my favorite feeds on my RSS reader-- I always learn something new and
often come away inspired.