Eastwood has the poignant distinction of being the site of the last concert performed by a most beloved singer, Robert Goulet, who died this past Tuesday of pulmonary fibrosis. You may remember that he gave a concert, “The Man and His Music,” at the Palace Theatre on September 20.
Many of us will dearly miss this talented man. I, for one, find it hard to put into words the place Mr. Goulet had in my life. As corny as it seems these days, mine was a family that actually sang together around the piano. Whenever Dad would go to New York on a buying trip, he’d come back with sheet music from whatever Broadway show he’d seen. Consequently, I have a head full of show tunes, not a few of which had been sung by Mr. Goulet. He was the first man I ever fell in love with. I think I was about nine.
…And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
(from “The Impossible Dream” from MAN OF LA MANCHA, 1972)