His trip to heaven is redundant. 

I was lucky enough to know JImmy Scott…

Here’s a clip from my first film in which I recreated the moment I first saw jimmy sing this tune, which ripped my guts four years prior, in 1992. Seven years after Scotch and MIlk, I asked if I could use an old recording of  Jimmy’s  for a scene in my second film,  and he and his wife Jeanie could not have been more lovely and supportive. Jimmy wanted to come down to the editing room so he could see the context in which I was using the source track — and it — as it always was — was deeply humbling. Not just his genius, but his grace, warmth, humor  and own humility was startling. HIs life  story is remarkable, tragic, beautiful. His music is all of that and more. Please discover him. He passed  away yesterday at 88. His days on earth were spent as a celestial creature, so his trip to heaven is a formality at this point. I’m keeping Jeanie and JImmy, and the countless he moved to ineffability, in my heart today and always. xoag