Pittsburgh Jazz Pianist, Walt Harper Passed Away

Walt Harper early 1990's by David Baldinger

The above photograph is a scan of an old photo I shot when Mr. Harper performed at the local community college. Unfortunately, I can't find my only print to do a rescan and I don't have possession of the negative.

I remember how pleasant he was to shoot that day. I am sorry to read that he passed away with a sudden heart attack. I'm sure Pittsburgh will miss you, Walt!

Here are two articles that relate better than I could a little about Walt Harper:

--A Life In Tune: Walt Harper Enjoys Holding On To "Satin Doll" from the Pittsburgh Post Gazette Dec. 21, 2003

--Local Jazz Legend Dies Of Heart Attack from WTAE TV News on Yahoo

Walt Harper And All That Jazz Official Website

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