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Grosse Pointe Chapter


I am saddened to report we lost Russ Seely this afternoon (July 13th, 2008) after a battle with Pulmonary Fibrosis. He had only recently turned 75.

For more than half a century he has been the soul, spirit and guiding life force of the Grosse Pointe Chapter and one of the greatest and most powerful voices of the Pioneer District. I could fill many paragraphs listing the many leadership roles and honors (Champion, district and chapter president, director, QCA director, Hall of Famer, Society and District Board member) he won at the chapter, district and international levels.

But far more importantly, he was a combination of brother, father and friend to each and every one of us. With his eyes and voice and the sheer force of his personality, he took command the moment he walked into a room or onto a stage. 

Great Lakes Invitational Album

Russ Seely
(click image to enlarge)

by Joe Serwach

Lakeshore Chorus


He cannot be replaced but the valuable impact he made on each of us will remain a part of us for decades to come. We hope you will remember Russ and the entire Seely family in your prayers.


Here are details on Russ Seely's funeral.
Visitation will be at the Union Lake Chapel of the Elton Black & Son Funeral Home, 1233 Union Lake Road, White Lake MI Tuesday July 15 from 2-8 p.m. and on Wednesday from 12:00 noon until service.  


Please share with your barbershop friends. Russ assembled armies of barbershoppers to sing at so many funerals. I'm sure the Seely family would be happy to see just how many people he has touched through the years. Hope to see you all there.
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Then the last song came and one of the gentleman (Lyle Hanson) stepped forward and said, "If there are any men out there that would like to learn to sing this style of music just stop up and talk to one of us, we won't bite."   Remembering the music I heard Russ singing, I couldn't get up there fast enough.  And quite honestly, I wouldn't have cared if they did bite.  I was going to learn to sing barbershop!!!

That day, I met my other barbershop mentor, Kelly Brummett.  Kelly asked if I could sing, and really I had no clue as it had always been a real struggle for me to sing if someone was singing different notes than I was singing.  Kelly was not dissuaded by my misgivings and grabbed 2 of the other guys from 'Smorgaschord' (Dave Conrad and Steve Heald) and he taught me the "Sleepy Time" tag.  I did my best to glom onto my two solitary notes in the tag.  When we made it through the series of chords Kelly told me how good it was and although I'm not sure on the point, I am sure that I was hooked!  I wanted to sing barbershop and I wanted to sing in a quartet!  Little did I know that in the not too distant future that I would be singing lead in Chordiology with Kelly Brummet singing tenor, Rob Pettigrew singing baritone and that “Long Drink of Water", Dave Spizarny, singing bass --- and all this thanks to Russ' prompting. 

Year after year Chordiology would go to Convention and it was always exciting for me to see Russ there.  And even though Russ was revered by many and also was one of the Big Men on Campus, he always had time for me and always remembered our conversation that day in the Ren Cen.  He would ask how I was, would want to hear a song and would always be so complimentary.  And I could tell that he took joy in seeing me having the time of my life.  And I'm also quite sure in the beginning that he recognized that I had no clue what I was doing.  I always wanted to sing my best for Russ as he was the man that I looked up to the most in barbershop.  He was my barbershop dad.  It was great to sing for him as he would always listen intently, and much like a father would he'd compliment me and give me well-placed suggestions of things that I could work on to improve so I could get just that much better.  I always looked forward to his suggestions and really took them to heart.  Because of who he was to me, there was no greater authority in barbershop than Russ. 
 

As much as I looked forward to singing for Russ and receiving his nuggets of wisdom in return, I looked forward even more to seeing him sing lead in a quartet.  You couldn't take your eyes off of the guy.  Heck, he wouldn't let you!  He was the consummate showman.  People would always say, "When you sing lead, you have to command that stage".  Now I'm still not completely certain what it is that you have to have to command the stage, but whatever it is Russ had it in spades!
 

Time went on, as time has want to do, and Chordiology continued to have a great time singing together and in between laughs and jokes we worked at this tough thing called singing.  Cliff Dake had joined the quartet and we were actually a 5 man quartet for a while and we really thought we were getting somewhere when we lost Kelly to a short, but hard fought battle with cancer.  It was tough but we picked ourselves up and began plugging away at it again.  We saw Russ at convention and he was so supportive and gave me a hug like I was family and expressed how sorry he was to hear about Kelly and expressed how pleased he was to see us still singing. 
 

After this we took a couple of years off from competition, but when we came back, Russ was right there in the lobby as if he had been waiting there for us.  We hadn't done much more than walked through the door when he hit us with a barrage of about four or five heartfelt insults as to where we’d been and why we hadn't been around lately.  For those of you that knew Russ, know that he never picked on anyone he didn't like and the more cutting they were, the more he cared about you, so I was always proud when I received a good healthy dose of Russ’ ribbing.  After he had roasted us so we were good and toasty, he referenced that night’s contest and said "Now, give 'em heck boys!"  But, of course it wasn't "heck" that he said. 
Russ Seely and Chordiology

A Real Champion
(click image for album)

by Paul Ellinger

It would take reams of paper to allow just the people within the barbershop community to explain what Russ Seely meant to them.  To the brethren of singers he was many formal things, President, Director, Champion and Leader,  but to them he was also a father, brother, and friend.
 
To me he was "Papa Russ" and our relationship started by pure happenstance back in 1988.  I was fresh out of college and working in downtown Detroit setting rates for Blue Cross' Chrysler account.  Each day I would pack my lunch and walk across the street to eat it somewhere in the Renaissance Center.  There was nothing really remarkable about my mid-day jaunts over to the 300 Tower of the "Ren Cen", until the day I met Russ. 
 
Like other days, I sat down and began unpacking my lunch when I heard this beautiful music being sung.  It was bouncing off the unusual lines of the tower's cement walls so it was difficult to tell where it was coming from.  I left my lunch on the balustrade and followed my ears.  I turned the last corner and saw just four guys making all of this music.  I was enthralled.  I was indeed the proverbial “portly kid in a candy store”.  I couldn't get enough of it.  I listened to song after song.  I got to talk to the guys at the end of the first song.  Russ answered eager question after eager question of mine.  Yes, I went to college and high school, but neither had any music programs to speak of.  I grew up in a farming community and my high school gym teacher was also the music teacher.  In college I went to a technical college in Sault Sainte Marie (Lake Superior State) where the focus was on engineering, mathematics, science and hockey which was also the closest thing we had to "the arts" at the time.  So, getting to hear music like this being performed right in front of me was something like I had never seen nor heard and I was absolutely thrilled.
 
I alternated between not being able to wait to hear the next song and not being able to wait to ask my next question.  And Russ obliged me at every turn.  As I said, I met each of the men in the quartet including Russ' son Matt, but Russ stuck out from the others not only because he was singing lead, but because he was supremely confident (and if you weren't sure on this point you could have just asked him - he'd have told you), direct, engaging, and most of all sincere.  It was clear to me right then and there that he had a real passion for his hobby and he told me about all of these different places that people met to learn to sing this “barbershop” music.  He said they called them "Chapter meetings" and that there was a chapter that met right in Ypsilanti (adjacent to Ann Arbor) where I was living at the time and said that I should check them out.  Wow!  Right in my home town.  I couldn’t believe my luck!  They sang a few more songs and then Russ invited me to join them in getting something to eat.  "EAT!!  What time is it?", I said.  They gave me the time and not only was I late, but I also hadn't eaten a bite of my lunch as it was still sitting somewhere several corridors away.   I was so enthralled with Russ and his music that I lost all track of time.  I look back on that day and think again about how kind he was to this young kid that was wide-eyed and so green behind the gills when it came to singing and music.  I am so thankful for that day and as you can imagine, I will never forget it.
 
I got back home and could not find the Huron Valley Harmonizers as they weren't listed in the phone book and this new-fangled thing called the Internet was only just starting up so no real information was to be found on them.  But, as luck would have it not too many months later, I happened to catch the Huron Valley Harmonizers performing a Christmas set in the center of a mall in Ann Arbor.  I remembered what Russ had told me about these "Chapter Meetings" and I couldn't wait for the last song so I could talk to someone and find out where they meet. 

Well, we sang our Friday night set and we felt pretty good about it and then in the hallway outside of the auditorium I got the best compliment I'd ever received for singing.  Russ found us and came up to me, looked me square in the eyes, gave me several light fatherly taps on the face with his open right hand and said, "Good job, kid.  Real --- good --- job."  I was on cloud 9.  Or was it cloud 10?   I had just received the best compliment that I could have imagined from my barbershop hero.  Although I never told this to anyone, I played that compliment over and over in my head and found a place in my memory to frame it.  For me, it was the highest honor that I could ever receive for singing.  

After singing Saturday night, out of the group of great quartets that had sung, our name was the last to be called off.  We had won.  But it was like the evening had been set up by an out of work writer of Hollywood scripts that had written one too many cliche Hollywood endings.  We had won on the 10th anniversary of The Detroit Sound Company's win (one of the many quartets that Kelly sang lead in while he was a Chordiology member) and we had received the exact same score to the point as they did.  But the irony didn't stop there.  The moon and planets decided to align themselves in just the right formation to allow things to come full circle for me, because when we were invited to join the QCA on the stage the man directing the QCA chorus was none other than Russ Seely.  The man that had given me the gift of music in a chance meeting almost 20 years prior.   Russ Seely --- my mentor --- my barbershop father --- my hero --- my friend.   
 
I'd never sung with more intensity, more passion, more fervor, more commitment, or more pride than I did that night when I sang for Papa Russ.  I have a picture of me singing behind Russ as he was "sending" those last chords out to the audience and I will always cherish this picture and am thankful for the person that sent it to me. 
 
And all this would not have been possible if a knowledgeable barbershop sage hadn't taken the time to answer the questions of a wide-eyed kid that loved a cappella on that day 20 years ago.  Russ was never too busy to spread the word of barbershop or to encourage others. 
 
I was always thankful to Russ for getting me into barbershop and in singing in general and I told him so almost every time I saw him.  But this year in several hospitality suites after the contest I was able to share my story of thankfulness for Russ having taken the time with me at the Ren Cen and of what he had done for me in sharing the joy of song and how he had mentored me over the years.  In one suite, Russ was in the room.  I acknowledged him as my barbershop hero, my mentor and my friend.  I couldn't begin to capture that moment in writing, but suffice it to say that we were both found ourselves with "something in our eyes" and this was the only time I ever saw Russ Seely actually speechless. 
 
Russ and I were supposed to have lunch together this week to talk about new ideas for promoting quarteting in the District.  I was looking forward to having time with Russ.  I looked forward to more nuggets of knowledge and fatherly advice.  I looked forward to hearing what he thought and how I could do just a little bit better.  And in turn I looked forward to giving Russ tickets to this Saturday Night's show, a show that we had developed to spread the word of a cappella singing to a non-barbershop audience.  I think he would have been proud.  This Saturday night, those tickets will still be sitting at the "will call" window for Russ.  If there is a means, if there is a way, if there is a loophole in the cosmos, I hope Russ will find a way to watch me sing for him.  
 
In Russ' absence, I hope someday to become just a hint of the mentor that he was to me even if it's to only one person.  And, over time, if I accomplish that, I will feel that I have truly accomplished something worthy of Russ' approval.  And if I succeed, when I see him again I hope that Papa Russ will find me, look me square in the eyes, give me those light fatherly taps on the face and say to me one more time, "Good job, kid.  Real --- good --- job."
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