David already posted about Eddie Fisher’s passing, but I need to give my eulogy as well, in honor of my childhood ignorance. Eddie Fisher was my father’s teenage idol. Years later, once my father had an established practice as an attorney, Eddie Fisher’s representative, Victor Jarmel, contacted my father and asked him to represent Eddie. My father agreed and became Eddie’s attorney, friend, and confidant.
Unfortunately, my father could never convince me in my childhood of Eddie’s greatness, even after forcing me to listen to thousands of hours of his music (granted, he would play Eddie Fisher in the car while smoking cigars with the windows rolled up, which could produce an aversion in anyone) and watching every film he ever starred in. Even as Eddie would play our piano and sing in our living room, I stuck my unproverbial tongue out at the 50s sound I hadn’t yet become enchanted with. And once, to my deepest embarrassment, my father sent Eddie to my school to pick me up. Because my name is Cydney, he roamed through the echoing halls crooning his famous tune, “Cindy, Oh Cindy.” Being the nerd I was, I really didn’t need anything else to set me apart from the other kids. Little did I realize how much cultural capital could later come from knowing Princess Leia’s father.
Upon hearing of Eddie’s death today, I feel a strange sadness for this man who was the equivalent of my Madonna, Prince, or Andre Agassi. Perhaps it is because Eddie’s death reminds me of my father’s mortality. Or because I know that my father will undoubtedly feel a greater sense of his own mortality with his friend’s loss.
Below is a clip from the show Eddie hosted, Coke Time, ironically representative of the drug addiction that would plague his life from that point out.
You can buy most of Eddie’s music, including his greatest hits, on Amazon, by clicking here.