This morning I was told of the death of Sydney funk legend, and friend, Jackie Orzasky.
What a loss to the Sydney music community. The depth of his music was only matched by the depth of his generosity and vision. He nurtured the best talents in the city. Tuesday nights at the Newtown RSL was one of the best nights in the country. You never knew who would jump up – just to have the chance to play with Jack. The atmosphere was always electrifying.
My favourite (and humble) memory of him is when we first met. We were standing outside The Macquarie Hotel, having a cigarette during a break. He turned to me and said, “are you a musician, too?”
I stammered, embarrassed, terrified – “um, no”. My friend jumped in (bless her) and said, “Yes she is. J plays the piano”.
“Well bring it down next time! We’ll have a jam!”
There are many great memories, nights, songs of Jackie. My heart goes out to Tina Harrod, his inspiring wife, and their daughter.
Jack would never say good bye, instead he’d put his hands in a prayer position and bow down to you. Just like some funkadelic Indian swarmi, he honoured the god-like self in you. The same part that we share with all humankind and find in the best music, and that, so often, involved Jack.