Gino Empry dies. Now, it seems that ends an era of the great impressario! Living large…an eccentric to the end! An art lover, a music lover, a lover’s lover…a character in his own worldly theatre! I doubt that Gino had any regrets. Just this past May (the 10th to be exact) Gino emailed me a song request…
I Get the Blues When It Rains…
It was rain -ing, dear, when I met you
You smiled, the sun shone through
Then it rained a -gain and I lost you
Just why I nev -er knew.
Now ev -‘ry time the storm clouds gath -er way up in the sky,
I see them all and I re -call those hap -py days gone by:
Chorus:
I get the blues when it rains,
The blues I can’t lose when it rains
Each lit -tle drop that falls on my win -dow pane
Al -ways re -minds me of the trears I’ve shed in vain
I sit and wait for the sun
To shine down on me once a -gain
It rained when I found you, It rained when I lost you,
That’s why I’m so blue when it rains.
You will be missed Gino! Your human experience affected many, celebrated many, adored many, and was equally revered by many! – God Bless, Paul
Globe & Mail Reports it all here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/LAC.20061016.EMPRY16/TPStory/TPNational/Ontario/
