George Bedeian was smart and funny, and I liked him from the time my friend Sissy chose him to marry. With Sissy he built a warm, strong, and loving family. I never got to see them enough, I live too far away. But I have always been in awe of his tremendous knowledge of jazz, and I saw him most often through that lens. From finding a record for him back in ‘78 in the San Francisco performing arts store where I worked – I was so pleased to find something he didn’t already have – ‘til last Saturday hearing a newly released old recording of Chet Baker, and thinking “Ha! New huh? I’ll bet George already has that!”
I never met anyone who knew more about jazz vinyl than George, and I never met anyone who was more enthusiastic about it. He readily shared his knowledge and love of jazz with friends and customers everywhere. There are people all over the world who will mourn and miss him. I am one of those.