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December 28, 2008 · 3 comments
Remembering Eartha Kitt
Jazz.com's arnold jay smith covers the OctoJAZZarians beat for us, and it seems that he has crossed paths with all of the legends of jazz at some point in his career. Now he shares his recollections of the late Eartha Kitt, who passed away on Christmas Day. T.G.

She loved to sing with jazz groups. She appeared at jazz festivals and in clubs normally reserved for jazz performers. She was a political radical known for her independence, and impudence. But deep down the sultriness was a cover for her insecurity borne from a lifetime of not knowing who she was or where she came from. I read somewhere that Eartha Kitt challenged a group of students to find her birth certificate, which she never saw. They did and thats how she found out when she was born. Thus she died at age 81.
A short-for-his-age young star-struck waif was introduced to Ms. Kitt after she hit it big with Santa Baby. She was appearing at a dinner club in Brooklyn, of all places, called Ben Maxsyks Town and Country. My mother, also diminutive, loved the entertainers her own size: Gracie Allen, Garland, Piaf and Kitt. The family got to casually talk with Ms. Kitt, which she claimed to never have forgotten.
Flash ahead to Brooklyn College in the late fifties. My House Plansort of like a fraternity without the Greek letters and initiation ritualstook our initiates to a Broadway musical every semester. (We seemed to have a knack for closing them as well.) One such was something called Shinbone Alley, a cute idea based on a newspaper column Archie and Mehitabel, which was ostensibly written and typed by a cockroach named Archie, portrayed by Eddie Bracken, who was in love with a cat named Mehitabel, purred by Eartha Kitt. This was long before any of her now-famous television cameos on TVs Batman, I Spy and the other programs, but her name was known from nightclubs and recordings. The book and lyrics for Shinbone were written by Don Darion and Mel Brookshis firstwith music by George Kleinsinger, who also penned the kiddie musical fantasy Tubby the Tuba.
At the time, I was looking to jump into jazz with both feet rather than as a sideline to my Wall Street career. Jack Kleinsingerwho I was to find out later was Georges cousinwas in the start-up stages of his now 35-year-old Highlights In Jazz series, which caught my attention. Were still working together. I got to meet the eccentric George and visited him in his menagerie apartment atop the Hotel Chelsea. Among the other visitors was Eartha who had maintained their friendship. The menagerie included birds, monkeys, reptiles and a koala bear all in a semitropical setting. All were highly illegal, even in earlier eras.
I was standing in the rear of the courtyard of the Judson Memorial in Greenwich Village, where Georges memorial was taking place, when I thought I saw someone step surreptitiously behind me. It was more of a feeling, actually. Eartha asked me some questions about the funeral. Then we were off, separately.
After speaking to her daughter, my wife, singer/percussionist Fran McIntyre and I stood at the corner of the Carlyle bar waiting for Earthas set to complete. Fran needed to talk to her about professional matters. Eartha saw me and remembered we had a mutual friend in George Kleinsinger. Our subsequent conversation drifted in and out of his multiple marriages, the menagerie which the City had wanted to dismantle for years and, yes, musical matters. Excitedly, she motioned and said to stay right here. I have to do an encore, but I want to talk. True to her word back she came and talk she did. Man, could she carry-on!
At the 2005 Litchfield Jazz Festival she opened the proceedings for the deep pockets. This time the conversation was brief but picked up right where we had left it some years prior: George, the menagerie and his young widow.
Eartha Kitt loved people. Once I caught her in a mink coat and shades walking her two poodles on East 57th St. in Manhattan and stopping to talk to anyone who recognized her. She seemed to live for that recognition. While mention is made of her New Faces of 1951 debut little is said of some of the others who came out of that show: Robert Clary of TVs Hogans Heroes, Paul Lynde of Broadways and later Hollywoods Bye Bye Birdie, and still later of TVs Hollywood Squares, and the character actress Alice Ghostley. Not all of the aforementioned made it into the pantheon of household name-dom, and I dont know if they all got their stars on the Walk-of-Fame. But you just know you could talk to each of them, especially Eartha, even on a busy N.Y.C. street.
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Thank you Jay for writing and posting this article. I never met Eartha Kitt but I feel like I know her better after reading your article. Like many African American children of the sixties I was inspired by her first class musicianship, her ladyshipness and her attitude towards politics. We didn't have many African American females role models back in the sixties who had attained success and still stood up for the cause of Civil Rights in America. What I will remember beyond her physical beauty is her unique voice; the voice that made Lady Bird cry. When I turn on the radio and Ms. Kitt is speaking or singing there is never any doubt in my mind to whom Im listening. Hers is a gap that will never be filled; people like that are only born once. I am fortunate to have a friend who worked with her back in 1954, in the Broadway play, Mrs. Patterson. He also has lots of stories to share. Sure wish that had been filmed. Gonna miss Ms. Kitt.
Eartha was my favorite entertainment personality. When I read online that Eartha had died, I felt a personal loss even though I never met her. She was a classy lady who exhuded confidence in her craft. The world has lost a jewel. May God her soul and give her daughter and family peace in the days ahead. Eartha Kitt will be missed by world. Brian Charlotte, NC
The world has lost a true star. I had the privilige of seeing Miss Kitt live in London in Feb 2007 and April 2008. She was truly a great entertainer and will be sorely missed.