Victor Vic Sciacca, Sherman Oaks CA, Brooklyn NY The Roxy Whisky au GoGo Late Night Studios Friend of MickTerry.com

Victor Vic Sciacca, Sherman Oaks CA, Brooklyn NY The Roxy Whisky au GoGo, Late Night Studios. Friend of MICK TERRY
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( TRIBUTE TO A CLOSE FRIEND )
VICTOR 'VIC' SCIACCA
( 1939 - 2011 )
Copyright 2011 - MickTerry.com

Love. That's a word Vic took extremely seriously, not very lightly. He would take issue if someone was to say "I love my job" or "I love my car" or "I love beautiful sunsets" or even "I love my dog" or "I love my children". To Vic, the word "love" should be reserved for one usage only: that all encompassing, soul-binding, ever-lasting committed union between one man and one woman. The kind he had with Lee. Vic loved Lee with every fiber in him. For many years, and not pausing an instant while he cared for her during her long illness or when she died. His license plate continued to read, "Lee ? Vic". Now, they are together again, fully in spirit, maybe even with Bandit and Magic, to hear some people tell it. I don't know.

Neither did Vic. Several times we would talk about spiritual matters, the afterlife, the meaning of life, etc. Each of those conversations would end with Vic saying that he wanted to believe, but just could not get himself to do so, mainly because he just could not know for sure. Maybe he knows now. Maybe not.

Vic loved to tell me stories of his earlier years. Of clearing the floor at dance competitions doing dirty dancing before there was dirty dancing. Of the club room he and his friends (with some rather interesting names) had for parties. Of his extreme popularity with the girls, not only due to his looks, personality, dancing prowess and the notorious club room, but also due to the relative shortage of available young men during the war years. He loved talking about his experiences in art school and window design for various department stores in New York and California, very proud of his accomplishments.

For a short period, Vic owned The Whisky au GoGo and The Roxy in Hollywood, but had much greater success and longevity with the rehearsal studio, Late Night Studios, until a tragic fire burned it down.

He was a proud and independent man. And that got in the way of his close relationships when he was hit by stroke. He hated that he would have to be dependent on others or to be treated as an invalid, closing himself off to family and friends for years. It always saddened me that the only family close to him was his nephew Joey. When the relationship between Vic and Joey's dad re-opened, I thought it did them all good.

Vic got a lot of enjoyment out of the weekly sports pool that he and Joey played. But then, Vic was a huge sports fan, so much so that he forbade me to come visit him on Sundays or on Monday nights, not wanting to miss any games on TV.

Vic really liked to have me read my lyrics to him, especially if the words painted pictures in his mind. Some of his favorites:
Howl RU on Horrorween
Ten Whole Years
& There She Goes Home Again
The Ugliest Christmas Tree
He was a strong supporter and soft-spoken critic, letting me know right out if he did not understand something or if it did not work for him in any way. I learned a lot and improved my craft thanks to his comments. Several songs would probably never have even been written if Vic had not suggested or requested that I write them. He made quite a few suggestions, not all of which I was able to materialize:
Confusion Made Simple
We Don't Want Much
She Is Magic
Vic never got to hear it (in this lifetime), but his name was used
for a character in another song of mine:
Swimming with the Sharks

When Vic and I met, he was walking Magic as I was out running. Working for a TV show about a family of magicians, the irony was evident, especially as we were looking for a Dobie for the show. Hiring Magic for the show did not happen, but one of my closest friendships began. Vic told me he was basically waiting for Magic to die at any time from Crohn's Disease. After Magic, then it would be his turn. I like to think that my being with Vic enhanced and continued his enjoyment of life. I know for sure that he contributed immensely to mine.

- Mick Terry
1-7-11

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