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Mount Sinai Obituaries and Services » Amnon Hadani
September 22, 2014
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I knew Ami for more than 15 years. He was a great friend, always showed respect for others - a true gentleman! We will always remember him. Beni Ben Muvchar, head of the regional council of Mevo'ot HaHermon, on behalf of our family and the Sde Eliezer residents that knew him.
Lit by Beni Ben Muvchar
I was taking a walking break this afternoon from my office, and strolled past where I thought TTG used to be, where my husband Rocky had spent so many hundreds of hours during the recording studio's busy time, and where I was first introduced to the man named Ami, who looked to me, every bit like a magnificent hawk. I did a search on the internet to see if I was remembering the building correctly, and was so saddened to hear of Ami's passing. I am so sorry that I didn't get this urge earlier in the day, as I would have been honored to attend Ami's service. I last heard Ami's unmistakable voice in February, over the phone in the background, when I was speaking to his wife, Chris, to let them know that Rocky had passed away. These wonderful, impossible, larger-than-life men. They lend light and color to those of us lucky enough to be loved by them. Ami, may you rest in hard-earned peace, and may my darling Rocky be there for you, as you were for him. And to my wonderful friend Chris, my most heartfelt condolences on what I know to be a loss too close to being unbearable. Much love to you, Ardythe
Lit by Ardythe Goergens Moriana
Our thoughts will be with you THE HURVITZ FAMILY KFAR-GILADI ISRAEL
Lit by rachely
"Rest Well Ami, Your friend and partner from our TTG days. Tom"
Lit by Kim
I literally grew up at TTG. I was 16 when Julie Loesch gave me a job painting the downstairs bathrooms. I was not a painter. By the time I was done, I was. So, of course, they had me paint the stairs. That hideous brick red paint that I then ran up and down on 100 times a day when Ami, Bob, Angel, Nye, Eddie, Mark, Carol, Julie, or anyone else summoned me to grab a chair, a cable, or a mic, make coffee, or anything else they needed at the moment. They were truly like family, and Ami was your brother, your best friend and your Dad. He was the ridiculously good looking king of this realm, whose Ghia I would wash and whose silver tea service I would polish, and who couldn't believe I was leaving for Denver with my newlywed wife 5 years later with $20 in my pocket. He gave me another hundred and pushed me out the door. A week later the phone rang at 2am as it had back in LA throughout the run of a variety show called NBC Follies, and two voices in unison said, "Not Yet, Dummy." This was Ami and Nye's favorite joke when it was time for me to wake up and come in to edit together the master cues and deliver them to NBC in time for the morning TV rehearsal. During my first summer there, I remember the night a flurry of ¼ tapes were returned needed to be redubbed for a radio spot. I was handed a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of xylene and a bunch of Q-Tips and learned to clean and align those 15" Ampex decks and do tape dubs. I cannot begin to count up the hours I spent over the next 5 years with a razor blade between my lips and a white grease pencil in my hand, splicing tape on an editing block, adding paper leaders, marking them with red and blue tape for heads and tails, hand writing legends, taping them to boxes, and delivering them to anxious clients. I learned to coil mic cables "over and under," "nose the board," arrange a studio for 1 to 40 pieces with chairs, mics, cables, lights, and pads for every manner of acoustic and electric instrument, so that when the boss arrived and took his seat behind the console, everything was where it needed to be, and he could work his magic. All for $2.50/hr. a smile, and a "Hello, boychick." I've had an amazing run. I've since made my living as a musician, a lawyer, a studio and network executive, and a television producer, but my fondest memories of working have always been and will always be my days at TTG and the lessons I learned about how to be a boss, engender loyalty, accept and forgive mistakes, and support your team, and the credit goes to a great guy whom I will miss very much.
Lit by David Stanley
The picture i added in the Photos amp; Videos section of Chris and Ami was given by them as a gift to Yehudit and Nachum (my grad grandparents) who were his aunt and uncle and their home was like his home away from home here in Israel, and for years Yehudit kept it in a place for her and all to see because she loved like a son
Lit by Amitai Keller
My uncle Ami Hadani-Sonin was the son of Noah and Tova. Tova was the sister of my grate grandfather Nachum Hurvitz so Ami was actually the cousin of my grandfather Uri but growing up me and all my cousins know him as Uncle Ami from America. Ami was like a son to my grate grandfather and grate grandmother Nchum and Yehudit, Yehudit used to call him Amal'e and there was always a picture of him and Chris on the cupboard in the living room. We are sad that there will be no members of our family attending the funeral but we take comfort in the fact that my brother Amitai managed to visit him two months ago and to speak to him in Hebrew about the family in Israel. We are also glad that there are friends and people who loved him by his side. I grew up on the story's of the famous (to me anyway) visit of my mother and my grandfather to Ami after my grandmother passed away, it was in 1969 when TTG was in it's peek. When i was in L.A fourteen years ago i also heard him tell a few story's about his first years in the U.S. I was surprised to find a Wikipedia article about TTG, i was also surprised to see what whoever wrote that article thought TTG stood for (Two Terrible Guys). I clearly remember Ami saying that TTG stood for 'Tilchas Tizi Gesheften' which is yidish for the 'The-kiss my ass-buisness', an acronyms used by several organizations who were in charge of the illegal smuggling of jews from post second world war Europe into Palestine, which Ami took part in. In the article it says also that Ami was an air force general. He was indeed a man of mystery and many tales, some of them we will never know. I love Jim Morrison and 'The Doors', i kept on loving them even after Ami told me how he throw Jim out of TTG after he caught him pissing in the studio. In the poem 'The Movie' there is a verse that go's like this: "The program for this evening is not new You've seen this entertainment through and through You've seen your birth your life and death you might recall all of the rest Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?" Ami's life story can be not one film but a trilogy! I pray that his spirit will find peace.
Lit by Kim Keller
I remember when I first met Ami in NYC we were doing a session at A amp; R and he asked the percussionist player to hit the cowbell for a level, when he hit it his buddy said don't hit it that hard, and Ami said no hit it as you would when your playing. Joe Cuba yell out now that's an engineer.
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