Brian “Major Buzz” Leboe, our friend the fiddlefoot, raconteur, broadcaster, communicator, environmentalist, adventurer and cosmic cowboy has signed off air …permanently. On Easter Sunday while sitting on his favourite bench outside my front door just reading and waiting for Easter Dinner he had a massive heart attack and died. He was revived by our CPR efforts and the paramedics who arrived within 5 minutes and took him to St. Paul’s with a heartbeat and breathing…but sadly we were to discover on Friday April 5th that he had no brain response to the EEG tests and the family came back to say goodbye and release him from his body. He was gone on to the next adventure and there was no calling him back.
He begins his book “Tales of a Fiddlefoot” like this :
“ My first memory in this body, this life, is of lying beside my mother just falling asleep again after feeding, when a bright light irritated my eyes and caused me to focus on the white haired doctor and the black haired nurse with a chubby face and a great huge smile with big black eyes and brown skin. I knew she was nurse Fraser, although I can’t remember how I knew. The next thing I remember clearly is the small black hairs on the back of her neck while she was burping me, in our living room in Crescent Spur.”
It makes me wonder what his final memory was…he was reading Winston Churchill’s “Gathering Storm” on his Kindle that laid at his feet when my son Blake came upon him on his way in for Easter dinner.
I will post more memories and stories later in this blog and many will come from Buzz’s “Fiddlefoot journal” but here is one of my favourites about his cosmic communications skills when he arrived at C-JAY 92 in Calgary around 1979…
“The Friday before I was to start a regular show, I went on the air with Wes Erickson, who was moving to mid-day. He said, “What shall we talk about?” I replied, “Most people on first meeting talk about the weather. It’s bloody cold outside. I think we should invite out listeners to join in an experiment. Out on the west coast there is warm air. Let’s think about that warm air and pull it up through the valleys between mountain ranges and enjoy a Chinook. Here at the station we can play Chinook music to keep the mood.
By the time we left the air at 6 pm, the temperature had risen to zero. When I opened my first show on Monday, it was plus 35 in brilliant sunshine!”
That was our Buzz…he felt if collectively he could get his audience in sync with the universe…then anything could happen. He maintained this faith until the very end. More from Buzz and I later…your turn now
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You can view Buzz in an old TV spot here