Tommy Page, a part of me that will remain wandering…

Tommy Page, a romantic songwriter with a straight face and brown hair who rocked our youth, we — the children of the 90s, with his interplanetary piece « I’ll Be Your Everything » passed away a few weeks ago. Those who have been lucky enough to rub shoulders with him in their career as an interpreter or a composer will remember the benevolent evanescence that was his charm and his signature, which were so often highlighted as: « Your friend to rely on ». But for many, the one who is now based at Prospect Hill Cemetery in Caldwell, a city that saw him growing up and in which he attended high school until 1985, is now a symbol of heartbreak. A symbol of these artists, familiar or not, who have known, for a time, the glory, and who have since ceased to reinvent themselves… Symbols of all these artists who, despite the effervescence and the Excitement due to a new artistic project, leave us « anyway » in the most unexpected and incomprehensible way… Mid-January, Tommy published a photo of him working on his circa 1870 grand piano and assuring: « You have not seen the last of me yet » …

It is 3:00 pm and I am quietly resting when a strange thought crosses my mind: it has been a while since I have seen a post from Tommy Page on his social networks. I sent him my album a few months ago, sure that one of my songs (Under a Blue Moon) would please him. Of course, he is no longer the marketing singer that he could be. He is a man now. He evolves in a world of less glitter. He has reached his artistic maturity. I do not expect anything in return. Just an exchange in the name of the love of music and this art so demanding and devouring that is sometimes the composition, art that allowed me to discover through its own creations the year of my sweet 15 years… The news falls like a cleaver on my smartphone: Tommy Page is dead. Panic on board. I burst into tears in my husband’s arms. I even called my parents. I must say that I have a « past » with Tommy. I discovered him at a record store in Charlotte, North Carolina, in May 1989. The dreamy girl and already artist that I was ignited for the title « When I Dream of You ». The perfectly made melody. Words that go straight to the heart. As I never do things halfway, I buy everything I find on the emerging singer: magazines, newspapers, every publication containing an insert mentioning Tommy, I will buy it! This will bring me an overweight suitcase at the time of embarkation for New York. Back in France, I try with my friend Catherine, a fan of the NKOTB for whom Tommy wrote and with whom he will even sing, to set up a French fan club. The project will not take place despite an announcement launched in the only magazine that then links with the US and California: Ciné Télé Revue. A few dozen fans are not enough to drop a project associative, and to make known Tommy in France is a challenge for the new casual high school students that we are. I keep today a few words of encouragement addressed by the official fan club including some signed Tommy.

For years, I will keep in my hopes of returning to the USA only to meet him because he has CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL STORY

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