Marvin Gann, 1925-2006

April 13, 2006

By Kyle Gann


My father sang in church choirs most of his life, and his favorite pieces were Handel's Messiah and Beethoven's Ninth. Once he sang in the chorus for the Dallas Opera production of Boris Godunov. Along with the Steinway baby grand he bought me when I was 15, which stands in my living room today, such was his contribution to classical music. He was an accountant for Mobil Oil, and spent the last three of his 29 years there as an office manager in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Having grown up dirt-poor on a farm in what is now a rather stylish section of Dallas, he landed at Omaha Beach three days after D-Day, and was a corporal in the 7th Armored Division under Patton at the Battle of the Bulge. He heard the gun fire of the massacre of American prisoners at Malmedy as he was frantically trying to fix a tire on his halftrack.

Luckily - since I was stubborn - he attempted his paternal duty only once. In my last year of high school he warned me that to be a musician was a difficult and insecure life. What would I do about retirement?, he asked. As an artist, I replied, I had no wish to retire. It seemed to me, at 17, unwise to plan one's entire life around retirement. But Dad eventually retired at the age of 57, and enjoyed his leisure for 23 wonderful years. On my side, I know that he sometimes hated going in to work - whereas I, in my often financially precarious adult life, have never once woken up and had to go do anything for a living that wasn't music-related. The jury on who won that argument is still out. Meanwhile, my son's middle name is Marvin.

Dad died Saturday, and we buried him Monday, in Frisco, Texas.

Copyright 2006 by Kyle Gann

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