Buddy Cole (musician) - Decline of Health, Last Recording and Death

Decline of Health, Last Recording and Death

Cole had been suffering from an advanced case of heart disease for a number of years, and beginning as early as 1959, suffered a series of heart attacks as a result.

On November 4th, 1964, Cole was contracted to record some organ pieces featured in 20th Century Fox's blockbuster hit The Sound of Music including sections of the End Titles, the reprise of Climb Ev'ry Mountain and Processional and Maria. After the marathon 6-hour recording session had been completed for the evening, in the wee hours of November 5th, Cole headed home, went to bed and died in his sleep of a heart attack, being found the following morning by a staff member.

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