January 25, 2011

Marjorie Kurtz, Normand Kurtz, Steven Kurtz, with Max Kurtz at bottom… THE KURTZ FAMILY…BOUND BY MORE THAN BLOOD…BOUND BY THE LOVE OF MUSIC!

This is not just a tribute to the the late Steven Kurtz but to three generations of The Kurtz Family, The late Manny Kurtz a/k/a Mann Curtis the grandfather who wrote songs like ”Let It Be Me”, “Aname Core”, and ” I’m Gonna’ Live Til I Die”, Normand Kurtz, the father who was directly involved in the careers of David Bowie, Tommy James, Rupert Holmes, The Jets, Lena Horne, and producer of the “MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD” on Broadway.

Steven Kurtz, the grandson, met Christina Aguilera when she was seventeen, and instantly recognized her talent.  As her manager, he developed and personally invested in her demo recordings.   He also negotiated Aguilera’s contract with BMG that led to her self-titled debut that sold 12 million copies worldwide.  Driven by a passion for the music, he helped facilitate Aguilera’s rise into a multi-platinum, Grammy winning worldwide pop sensation.

Sadly, Steven Kurtz, Esq., President of Marquee Management passed away on December 27, 2010

Steve Kurtz was 48-years-old and he’s survived by his wife Alison, two children Max and Leo, sister Susie and his parents Normand and Marjorie Kurtz.

Although I never met him Steve has had a profound effect on my life as anyone I’ve known. His passing has reunited me with his father Normand Kurtz, a former mentor and my friend for over forty years. His passing also reminded me of his late Grandfather, Mann Curtis one of my songwriting heroes.

I met Mann back in 1973 when I went to New York for my grandmother’s funeral and although I only spent about 20 minutes with him he said something to me that has resonated everyday of my life since then! I told Mann that I stopped being a songwriter when I started plugging songs for Warner Brothers Music, but I was feeling compelled to write again due to my Grandmother’s passing. He looked at me, smiled and said, “You never stop being a songwriter.”

In preparing this article, I asked Normand what were some of his son Stevens’ best qualities and he said it was his ability to encourage and inspire. A trait obviously passed on from generation to generation, then he gave me a letter that Steven wrote shortly before he passed away to the Cubs, a little league team that he coached.

“Dear Cubs,

“The sun was bright and the breeze mild as the Yorkville Cubs met for their final practice and game of the season. With Josh and his parents always the first to arrive for practice, the diamond soon filled with the familiar light blue uniforms of our favorite boys and girl of autumn.  As usual Coach Tom began batting practice working on level bats, squared stances and stepping toward the plate. “Ole Grandpa Bob” a late postseason coaching addition worked diligently with the infielders. The Cubs appeared ready to knock the opposing Astros into orbit.

Before the game started, the coaching staff had prepared a special private award ceremony for the players, unique to the Yorkville Cub franchise -the award of the official nickname. With only Cub personnel and immediate family present, each of the players received their official nickname based on their style of play all season.

2.        DAVID
3.        BENJI
4.        JACK
5.        TAYLOR
6.        MARCO
7.        HARRY
8.        JOSHUA
9.        ROSCOE
10.        JONATHAN
11.        CARYSSA
12.        SCOTT
13.        ZACK

After the ceremony, the Cubs moved into their dugout and then onto the field as the visiting Astros came to the plate. With hard throwing Scott unavailable, the Astros pecked away at theCubs staff scoring 1, 2, or 3 runs in each inning but one.  Taylor did a great job in his first long relief appearance holding the Astros to 3 runs over 3 innings. Marco also did an admirable job in emergency relief.  But the Cubs were 10 runs back by their final at bat.

The Cub defense was highlighted by a number of great plays by the infield tandem of “Mr. Steady” and “Ms. No Sweat”.  David made a fabulous back hand stab near the base at third and fired a one hopper to Harry who made a tremendous scoop at first. Everyone at the field knew the runner was out easily (except the umpire). In her two innings at second base, Caryssa simply did not let a ball get by her, as she knocked down three grounders and with “no sweat” made three strong accurate throws to first to record three outs.

As the heart attack Cubs season drew toward and end, the Cubs faced their final at bat with a daunting task -down by 10 runs. But, demonstrating that the power of team and spirit cannot be discounted, the light blue cavalry mounted a legendary rally.

Caryssa took her place at the plate and calmly drew a lead-off walk. The Walking Man followed suit as Max drew his league record 16th base on balls. David then hit a sharp grounder that turned into a fielder’s choice, nipping Caryssa at third.

Marco then confidently strode to the plate. With two ducks on the pond, “Joe Mauer” took a first pitch strike and then swung at the next pitch, rolling the ball through the infield. Max took off like a rabbit towards third. Coach Richard began the windmill and with Max’s arms pumping, he cut the corner at third. Max was two thirds to the plate when the Astro fielder whipped the ball towards home. The Astro catcher received the ball moments before Max arrived home. In a surprise move, the Walking Man jumped over the catcher’s glove, touching home plate. The umpire signaled SAFE and the Cubs were on the board.

Next up, was Mr. Clutch. Jack, on a 3-2 pitch dug his heals in and attacked the ball just enough to score David from third. Then, Taylor, like his namesake Reggie, swaggered to the plate with cool sunglasses firmly in place. Carefully selecting when to swing on seven pitches, Taylor worked an all important walk to load the bases.

Gentleman Harry ambled to the plate, surveying the scene and with his new straight ahead batting stance, practiced and ready, Harry swung at the first pitch, scoring Jack from third. After Josh, was called out by the umpire on a questionable low and outside pitch, Benji came to the plate with his wooden howitzer quietly cocked at his shoulder. On the second pitch, the Toy Canon blasted a single, Taylor rushed around third and scored, and Harry racing behind him scored the 6th Cub run on a pop-up slide.

Picture the scene, having come into the last of the last up by 10 runs, the rowdy Astros bench was now silenced by the Never Say Die Cubs 6 run rally. The brave boys in blue needed one more base runner to put the tying run at the plate.  The Cubs dugout was abuzz.

It was up to the Thinking Man, Roscoe Elings-Haynie. All season long, Roscoe conjured schemes on how to help his team win and in his previous at bat had flustered, confused, and utterly flabbergasted the opposing team with his bunting stance. In a tense final at bat, in which the Thinking Man matched his wits against the brawn of the 5 foot 6 inch 130 lb Houston hurler, Roscoe worked the count to 3-2. The Astros bench was as silent as if it was floating in deep space. Rowdy Cubs fans shouted for their team. Cubs players, each with their rally cap inside out, as a team, quietly, then more loudly, screamed in unison, “THINK, THINK, THINK.”

Roscoe stepped out of the box, turned to his cheering bench and caught a glance of his batting coach and proud father, Coach Tom. They smiled at each other and the Thinking Man stepped back to the dish. Jonathan Brave Heart Diamond ready on deck, The huge Astro pitcher rocked back on the mound and flung a fastball that looked to be low and just a bit outside. The Thinking Man calculated his chances and chose to hold his swing. Unfortunately, the man in the dark blue umpire uniform  did not agree with the young boy in light blue at the plate. And that is where the glorious Yorkville Cub season ended. Til the end, a team small of stature, but always with lots of heart, having given it their all on a small diamond on a small island in a great big city.

The Coaches would like to once again thank the parents for their never-ending support, the enthusiasm they showed the team and the respect you gave us as coaches.  The two of us have coached many teams together now and clearly know how important the parents are to our goals.  As for the Cubs players, we are truly thankful for what an excellent bunch of young people we had the opportunity to work with this season.

Facing our own concerns as coaches as we moved up the player age ladder, we were blown away by the maturity and positive energy that our older players brought to the team and were equally impressed with the focus and determination of the younger players.  We hope that everyone feel at least a little more knowledgeable about a game we love, a little more confident about their baseball playing skills, and that they will carry with them as many fond memories of the Fall 2010 Yorkville Cubs as we will.

As you all head off to the warmth of holidays in the cold of winter, we remind you to consider the slightly paraphrased words of an American president, Teddy Roosevelt, known to have thrown a baseball around Central Park and who entered many arenas in which some he triumphed some he failed:

“It is not the critic who counts: not the boy on the sideline who points out how the strong player stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the boy and girl who is actually on the field, whose face is covered by dust and sweat and grass, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no success without error or shortcoming; the credit goes to the boy and girl who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause known as a team; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who neither knew the joy of victory nor pain of defeat.”

(Theodore Roosevelt Sorbonne 1910)

We wish all the players and families a tremendous off-season and look forward to crossing paths on the baseball diamond and elsewhere in the future.



Respectfully, Artie Wayne

The Kurtz family is establishing an endowment fund in Steve’s name at Dartmouth College, the school that Steve and Normand Kurtz attended. The fund will be dedicated to Steve’s passion for the joy of creating music by providing support for under-graduates studying in Dartmouth’s innovative Department of Music. For those interested in contributing to this endowment, please contact Normand Kurtz,

Copyright 2011 by Artie Wayne-





  1. Bob Jamieson Says:

    I had the honor and privilege to have been the Chairman of RCA when Steve and Normand brought in the cassette and video for a then 16 yr old singer named Christina Aquilera.

    it was obvious she was a special talent but it took Steve’s dedication, vision and hard work coupled with the full support of RCA to help her achieve her dream!
    I admired and respected him for integrity.
    The business /world needs more Steve Kurtz.
    He’s gone too soon.
    Bob Jamieson

  2. Jerry Jaffe Says:

    Steve was a special individual- and a chip off the old block. Like pop, he always had a smile through all the slings and arrows of the music business where too many lazy and toxic sycophants could derail your dreams. Steve always counseled me on the goodness of brevity in legal dealings- and alas his life was way too short.
    His spirit and joie de vivre endures. R.I.P. good buddy.

  3. dorothy schwartz Says:


    My relationship with Steven grew slowly. First he was the son of a dear friend; then the father of the little guys that I love so, then my lawyer, then my friend and at the end I became just his “Aunt Dorothy”. I cherish the day of Dec 17th when I spent the day with Steven and his Dad at the hospital – handing his hand and listing to a music intern play Beatle songs on her guitar. This time with Steven was special. He was a good son, husband, father and friend. He was a very special person, I miss him so. He will live inside us all forever.

  4. Kim Sozzi Says:

    Steve was my manager and close friend for 6 amazing years!! He was a brilliant man, I used to call him a walking Wikipedia…. No matter what the topic Steve knew the answer to the question… He was amazing man and friend and a huge support me to me guiding me throughout the ups and downs of the music business and always keeping me level headed and focused. I’ve had some tough days but I know that he wouldn’t want the people that loved him to be in pain. Steve always believed in me and was always my biggest cheerleader. I am so saddened by his loss and I can’t believe I am continuing my journey without him. I am going to make him proud as I move forward in my career. There was one of a kind , just such a special human being!

  5. Sasha Lazard Says:

    Steve was my manager for 10 years. I also considered him one of my dearest friends. He was a deeply compassionate, witty, just, wonderful man.
    He contributed so much to this world in those short 48 years. I feel blessed to have known him, and miss him terribly.

  6. Ace Lichtenstein Says:

    I am proud to say that Steve Kurtz was my dear friend and lawyer for the past 20 years.

    We worked on many project and fought a lot of battles over the years. With Steven on your side, you were certain to be on the winning team.

    We had a very strong relationship, Steve was always someone the I could confide in. Not because he was my lawyer, but because he was such a good friend.

    Everyone who had the pleasure of knowing Steve will miss his sense of humor, his love for his wife and family, the brilliant lawyer and complete neurotic crazy man that he was. Most of all, I will miss a true friend that knew me better than most and always had the time for me when I needed it.

    The world was a better place with Steve Kurtz in it. I am honored to have had the pleasure of knowing and working with him, more importantly, to have him as a friend

  7. donpowell Says:


    Stevie Kurtz……. I knew him from when he was 8 years old, about the age his son Max is now.

    I knew early on he was going to follow in his dad’s and grandfather’s footsteps into the music business; I don’t think he ever imagined doing anything else.
    His dad, Normand, has been my attorney and great friend for over 40 years.

    Normand, Marge, and Steve’s sister Suzie were so proud of him; ‘I’ was proud of him because he was so much like his dad; I will ‘always’ be proud of him!

    Every single time I was with Steve, there was always ‘something’….. ‘someone’….. ‘some comment’…. that made us laugh our heads off! His wry and dry sense of humor, he got from his dad, and when the three of us were working on something, we always had more fun than should have been legal.

    Steve and Allison’s wedding was a gala affair, and when Max was born, and then Leo, you couldn’t be in the same room with Steve and Normand…….. the buttons of pride that were bursting between them would have knocked your eye out!

    I wouldn’t…… ‘couldn’t’ have imagined that Steve would get sick……. he was ‘never’ sick!

    Many tears, from many people, have fallen for this good man, and now, writing in his memory, mine are falling once again…….. this won’t be the last time.

    My memories of Steve are so warm and full of laughter and life…….. ‘he’ was full of laughter and life!

    Losing Stevie has broken many hearts…….. hearts that will never fully mend.
    Mine too.

    Don Powell

  8. Keith Luecke Says:

    I met Steven and Norman in the early 90’s in Minneapolis working on Norman’s play “Solitary Confinement” and Ingrid Chavez, one of Stevens early artist management projects. He met his lovely wife Alison in Minneapolis during this period and it was my privilage to be a friend of the family.

    I still struggle with the reality that Steve has passed. It happened so fast. A kinder, gentler soul I will likely never meet again. He had a quick wit and a firce determination when it came to his clients or his friends needs. He was full of life. He loved his work in the entertainment business but he love baseball more. I’m glad he was finally able to prusue it with his son Max and the Yorkville Cubs.

    The world was indeed a better place with Stevie in it and he will be missed.

  9. Jeff Allen Says:

    Once in a lifetime someone special comes along that touches your heart and soul. That was my friend Steven. It would be the music business that brought us together but over a 19 plus year period my lawyer became my friend and confidant. I have had the good fortune of watching my business grow during this time and Stevens knowledge, honesty and advise played a large part in our success. As life goes on, I am sure I will find another lawyer. I am also sure that I will never find another friend and advocate as I had in Steven. He will always be missed. His good humor and smile are forever etched in my mind. I think of him everyday and know that I will till the day that I to close my eyes for the last time. I can only hope that when that day comes, I have the good fortune of seeing him again.

  10. Saul Shevitz Says:

    Steven was my lawyer , he was my relative (good hourly rates), he was my confidant, he was truly my friend.
    I am going to remember and miss Steven every day for the rest of my life.
    I will remember the political discussions, the eloquent essay’s he wrote after Max’s baseball games,the updates on Max,Leo,and Alison, and how he always asked how my gang was doing.
    I will remember the Yankee baseball games we attended, the im’s , emails, and phone calls dissecting the games , season in season out.
    I will remember visiting Steven in the hospital wearing “that” Yankee t-shirt, how it lifted his spirits.
    Yes Steven you were right , I do look good in YANKEE BLUE.

  11. Jeff Weiss Says:

    There has not been a day over the last three years that I haven’t been in contact with Steve either by phone, email or text. The love of Family, Friends, Camp Schodack and The New York Yankees bound us together.
    We met at Camp in 1975, I was a 22 yr old counselor, he a 13 year old camper. Steve was in Barry’s group, so we didn’t know each other well. Years later we met up at a reunion and became Yankee Buddies. From 1995 through around 2003 we spoke from late Feb through October, and then not again till pitchers and catchers would report. We would live and die on every pitch and of course Steve would point out to me “ya know, even with a 7 game lead, if we play .500 ball from here on in, if the SOX play just .600, they will catch us”. It would be hard to say that we ever really enjoyed a game together since each game was torture Hard to believe we won 5 championships over our 15 yr Yankee association.
    These past 7 years or so, we became much more than Yankee Buddies. We worked on a number of projects together, none that brought us more joy than a camp project. I had long been regaled with his stories about how he had risen to “legendary status’ at camp..all of these stories, of course came from Steve. A few years ago we worked on putting together the first Mark Offitzer Cup, which is in memory of our dear friend Mark who we sadly lost a couple of years ago. Now, I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but Steve Kurtz was passionate about EVERYTHIING!! Four months away and he was checking 13 year weather trends for that summer weekend. Or a simple text “I hope Paul will be happy with the head count”..OK, I’ll say it Steve Kurtz could drive me BONKERS!!! It was at these times that I would love to throw in something like this “YA KNOW STEVE, THERE HAVE TO BE SOME REPUBLICANS THAT ARE INTELLIGENT GOOD PEOPLE..that would get him going for a few hours.
    One more camp story, This past summer there was a bit of a minor reunion. SCI asked for some activities not just softball. So we put together an All Team Running Bases and Steal the Bacon + a Bucket Brigade..we were at that moment two Special Events Counselors standing in the Schodack sun, re-living our childhood. We both agreed it was one of our best days in years. Many people from camp are here today (Paul, Rick, Jon, Barry + Lori, Scottie, Jay, Brian, Owen, Matt, Mandy, Jeff, Kim, Karen and Steven L.
    Over the past 8 weeks, Steve talked to me a lot about love. About the love he felt for his parents Normand and Marge, the love he felt for his sister Susie, and also for his in laws Bob and Gail (this was prior to me learning about “maintaining a rag bag”)..but, most of all he talked about how wonderful Alison was and how happy he was that they found each other. Anyone who was around Al this last week knows exactly what he meant. Then he got to the big two Max “the walking man” Kurtz and Leo “hoops” Kurtz. He loved you guys more every single day, he was proud of you and he constantly shared that pride with me.
    As I look at this bracelet I know “it ISN’T over”. This week I learned how Alison and Steve met. That Steve was quite comfortable on Horseback, that a good tuna tar tar could turn around any party and that he was the Walter Cronkite of Dartmouth. It is our obligation to make sure that these and the hundreds of other stories are part of Max and Leo’s daily lives so they better know this man who loved him so.
    I love Steve Kurtz – miss you my friend – you will always be a part of me

  12. Derek Chow Says:

    Although I never had the privilege of knowing Steve, I was a Dartmouth classmate. As class secretary, I have been in touch with Normand. On behalf of the Dartmouth Class of 1984, I extend our deepest condolences. I understand personally the connection between Dartmouth and her loyal sons, and it’s quite evident in the Kurtz family. Thank you for your continued commitment and loyalty in your endowment in Steve’s name for the Dartmouth Department of Music. My thoughts and prayers to your wonderful family.

  13. Jon Abouaf Says:

    I received the text from my sister at 11:15 – Are you awake? She clearly had something to tell me, but I couldn’t imagine what. Was it something about my mom? Her family?

    She greeted me with tears and the unthinkable,,, Steve Kurtz had cancer… I had to have heard incorrectly – No it was true, Steve had cancer. I spoke to him the next morning and went to visit the day after that. We were talking about the prognosis, about the fight ahead of him He was ready for the fight

    I wished we could go back to a simpler time…Things kept flashing in my head – wiffle ball games in his back yard even in HS for a buck a game – he was the better pitcher, I had more power; touch football in the school yard of the Joyce Road School – he was the QB, I was the possession wide receiver; al kinds of board games – Monopoly, Scrabble, backgammon – all played for a few bucks to keep it interesting. I thought about the unusual closeness of our families – our sisters, our parents, and of course us

    I thought about Camp Schodack where we both grew up. The Krouners created an environment where kids grew up with a sense of family I thought of my first summer with Barry Offitzer as group leader. I thought of Steve as the canteen man. I thought of the counselor softball games. I thought of grabbing dinner at the Plainview Diner with Scotty Lipkin and Mark Offitzer when they picked up the trunks.

    Then of course, there were the Yankees. We watched the games together sometimes with his grandpa Louis, we called each other when they made a good play. I was jealous that Steve was there the day that Reggie hit 3 home runs in game 6 of the 1977 world series. We shared partial season tickets. We were on a day off in 1979 with our good friends Mitch Lief and Jim Meyer when we heard that the great Thurman Munson had been killed in an plane accident.

    Through al the times in my life, Steve was there. First there was school; then camp; then adult life. I remember Steve toasting Denise and I at our wedding – he hoped that we would reach all of our dreams and that our dreams would keep getting better and better. I remember slipping in the hotel bathroom at his wedding, keeping it from Steve and Alison until after the 1st dance, and then running to the emergency room.

    I also remembered the worst time of my life, the death of my son Sam. My grandfather once told me that you know who your true friends are during times of need. Steve and Alison both proved their friendship during our time of need.

    I regretted that we had been so out of touch Our lives had gone down different paths – we had tried to get together for lunch a few times but could not. I could not get to Schodack for the reunion weekends because of my kids events. I wished I knew Max and Leo better. I knew there was nothing I could do about that , but I vowed that I would not let that happen again.
    I saw Steve again for his birthday and spoke to him as often as I could. I was amazed at his courage, his will to live. He had his good days and his bad but never gave up.

    Unfortunately he was up against the dreaded ‘C’ word, a disease that destroys lives, a disease that for some reason we have not found a cure for. When I eulogized my son, I promised that I would do what I could to support families of transplant patients. I now need to add to this pledge. I have watched the impact of this disease on the Kurtz family and do not want others to have to deal with this. It is not only about finding a way to help the patients; it is abut finding a way to help their families.

    Steve Kurtz was the closest thing that I had to a brother – In our last emails to each other we wrote about that. To Marge and Normand – I only hope that my family and I can return the love and support that you have given my family and me over the years. Susie – you know that you are like a sister to me – any time you need to talk, please call.

    Max, Leo – I only hope that I get to know you better over the years. I knew your dad at your age, I played ball with him and hung out with him. I can tell you all kinds of stories. Alison, I promise I will be there to help in any way I can.

    Steve I think I can speak for everyone when I say we will all miss you, We will not, however let your memory die.

  14. Steve Mernoff Says:

    I was a classmate of Steve’s from kindergarten through high school graduation; we lived a few blocks away in Plainview. I just heard the news today, through the grapevine. I hadn’t seen Steve in years but just recently was thinking of him because my own son reminds me of him at his age (11): encyclopedic knowledge of baseball and love of touch football. I pulled out our POBHS yearbook and a flood of memories came back: football in our elementary school yard, certain classes and teachers. Seeing the comments of those in Steve’s life after I grew up with him shows that the integrity, honesty, love of life, and caring for others that he had as a kid certainly endured. With this I offer my condolences to his family, friends and clients. I’m not surprised at how he went on to touch so many lives in so many ways.

  15. Barbara Baker Castellano Says:

    What can I add to the accolades, love, affection, shock, disbelief and sincerely devastated postings that have been put on websites mourning the passing of our beloved Stevie Kurtz? Just the mention of his name brings knots to my stomach and tears to my eyes. I have my memories! Remembering that handsome little dark haired boy joyously playing stickball with my mother in Norm and Marge’s back yard as his parents, his delicious little sister Susie and I lived for the moment and contentedly observed the elder and the junior (eight years old) giving each other a run for the money. Steve had a love affair with the seniors of the world, all of us inclusive. I watched Steve grow up, attended his “gala” Bar Mitzvah, his beautiful wedding and marriage to his beloved Alison and the christenings of his two little men, Max and Leo. Of course, in between, there were the years he spent at Dartmouth and Duke. He was a consummate scholar, curious, brilliant at everything he touched. He loved baseball, especially the N.Y. Yankees. Steve has already instilled a love for the game in his two dark haired boys who are replicas of their “Daddy.” Steve coached a children’s baseball team and boy were they lucky to have him. They all have memories of an unforgettable, passionate coach who guided them with wisdom, love and an exuberance that pushed them to give their all, no matter what. As a lawyer, Steve was conservative, prudent , cautious, but at the same time, enthusiastic, innovative, clever and able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. He could sneak up on the enemy and they would lose before they knew what was going on. He had the “gift of gab” and could talk his way into great contracts and deals. He treasured his clients and showed fearless devotion and dedication to them and their causes. Steve and I would speak on the phone for hours. We talked about “everything.” He could you know. He was a well rounded young man. His love of music, theatre, sports, politics was second to his love for his family and his extended family, his friends. I wasn’t born into his family, I, was born into his friends. His light went out here on earth but I can see his spirit in the brightest star when I look up into the heavens. You can look up and see him too! Steve will always be in my heart.
    Barbara Baker Castellano

  16. Vincent Castellano Says:

    I can still see images of Steve sitting in our living room with our puppy “Rambo” on his lap, gazing up at him with loving eyes. Those were great days, full of conversation, laughter, good food and plans for the future. Steve was full of enthusiasm and dreams of great things to do, artists to be found and nurtured and of course “BASEBALL!”. We discussed who was terrific and who wasn’t. Steve never wasted words and always added input to any conversation. I remember once he got so annoyed, blinking continuously because his contacts were giving him a hard time. Without skipping a beat in his rhythm, he took them out and put on his glasses and continued his conversation. We discussed problems related to artists, artist management, record companies, booking agents and of course “BASEBALL!”. We never lacked for opinions or conversation. Steve was like a son and good friend to me. He was always there when I needed him to be. He took my calls when he was busy and always knew what to say to make a situation better. He came up with solutions to publishing problems, rental agreements, difficult artists and “BASEBALL!”…….and on and on. Diversified, intense, brilliant, charming, and affectionate. He had it all. Steve was curious. He asked questions about everything and anything. We laughed a lot! Through the years I watched him grow in all aspects of the word. He didn’t miss a thing. Yes I truly miss him yet I still expect to see him walk through my door.
    Vince Castellano

  17. Steven Rosen Says:

    I must be living in a cave, as I just heard about the news that Steve had passed yesterday. I worked with Steve very closely on the debut Christina Aguilera record. “What A Girl Wants”, “I Turn To You” and “Come On Over Baby”. I know how hard Steve worked for Christina and how long it took to get that record out, done and a success. I was there. When I heard she was suing him it made my stomach go to my toes. I’m a manager as well and these things happen to us all. Steve was able to go through this far better than I have. Having been sued by a client that has no loyalty, no appreciation, no ethics after years of hard work and no pay, it changes a man. That didn’t seem to happen for Steve. It changed me even though I always thought of Steve, having gone through the same thing. Fortunately for both of us we came out on the winning end which is rare in this business. Steve was a passionate music guy and we had great success together. I’m not sure why things like this happen to the good guys and not the bad ones. He’ll be missed but we will be able to enjoy the music he had a part of making that will live on forever.
    Steven Rosen

  18. TOM Says:

    Artie –

    I was searching around for details and background on the Mann Curtis song ‘Fool Of Fools.’
    And, through search gyrations not to be believed, I wound up here on this most sad, but ultimately elevating, page.
    To lose someone at so young an age defies any words.
    I simply extend my heartfelt condolences.

    There are dynamite versions of the song by the great Tony Bennett on both record and on YouTube (on the Dean Martin Show).
    As a singer, I want to know everything possible about the song and the songwriters before I add it to my playlist.
    Sadly, I found that online searches on Mann Davis showed that there is little that expounds on his formidable career (he even gets short shrift in Wikipedia).
    Searches re his composer/collaborator on the song, Joseph Meyer (also like pulling teeth to identify), are even worse in anything of worth.
    Simply put, two of the great songwriters of their time are basically cyphers on the Internet.
    And I find this applies to most of our great artists of the past.
    They simply have little, if any presence.
    Now, if newspaper archives were not locked down out of greed, we would have a totally new Internet of incredible information.
    But we do not.
    So, it lies with the families, the industries and/or the appreciators to insure the posterity of such masters.
    Unfortunately, unless I missed something, no one has cared to sanctify and record the careers of these two men for
    I am talking about video/song clips, newspaper clipping reproductions, documents, detailed biographies and so forth.
    My questions are:
    – Does such a site(s) exist for Mann Curtis? and
    – Did anyone else besides Tony Bennett (other than a wretched
    version by someone I will only identify by her first name of
    Carolyn) record ‘Fool Of Fools’?
    If you are curious yellow, just hit ‘Tony and Dean Martin’ in the YouTube search box and you will see and hear how unbelievably great Tony Bennett rendered this song and inspired me.
    Thank you too much for any assistance.
    Keep the peace.


    P.S.: Please keep internal/not for site posting.

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