I hadn't known Mr. Browne for very long. I met him about 1 year ago while attending a special piano concert given by a black pianist, who is a friend of mine. At that performance, Roscoe was to read a prepared poem. During the reading, he must have decided he didn't care for it, so he stopped and continued to present improvisationally. His voice, his demeanor and his presence will always be memorable to me. He was always welcoming, warm and friendly, being certain to be reachable to every one who might wish to speak to him.

I had never met Roscoe Lee Browne. Like most celebrities, they travel in different circles. I was always impressed by his character and intellect. No matter what role he played, he was true to himself and set an example of integrity and truth. I hope to see him on the other side one day.

For those of us who were fortunate enough to know him, to hear his voice, to listen to his stories enveloped in that singularly unique baritone voice and to relish his wicked sense of humor, there will never be another like him.

I was at that piano concert (mentioned above)last year.. he was asked to read aloud a translation of a piece he didn't particularly like and he found the translation woefully inaccurate..so, instead of reading what was on the program, he pulled the following out of his pocket and read it aloud, unforgettably, to a hushed audience:

"Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay"

Godspeed, dear Roscoe.

I met Roscoe in the early 90's at Dimples the 1st Karaoke Club in America in Burbank. I was there for a birthday party with some friends and I did my standard William Shatner imitation singing "Rocket Man" and after Mr. Browne came over to compliment me. I couldn't believe it! Then he joined my table and told us great acting/theatre stories. He was just fantastic!

I remember Laurence Fishburne saying he was always "Larry," until he heard the way Roscoe said, "Laurence."

He was so suave.

I have admired Mr. Roscoe Lee Browne for many years. He was a great role model for all men to follow. He will be greatly missed. God speed Mr. Browne.

Thomas Brown, Jr.
Wilson, North Carolina

I will always remember Roscoe with great fondness and admiration. He was a neighbor and very good friend of my Aunt and Uncle, Jerry and Betty Blunt, and as a family we thoroughly
enjoyed being in his company. We will miss him.

Diane Fitzpatrick and Family

I was hired by Roscoe in 2005 to help him as a driver and to assit him when needed. I did not know much about him other then that he was a famous actor. What a lesson I got in the spoken word and how to present yourself with pride and confidence. He told me so many wonderfull stories. When I took him to dinner engagements he often asked me to sit at dinner with his guests and introduced me as his friend Gregor. I will never forget how nice he was to me and my family. Daily giving me treats to give to my kids. I will Truly Miss Him. God Bless Roscoe,
His Friend Gregor Hagins

I WAS BLESSED TO MEET MR. ROSCOE LEE BROWNE IN 1986. WHEN I FIRST RELOCATED TO LOS ANGELES, ONE OF MY FIRST PAYING GIGS WAS HOSTING KARAOKE AT THE WORLD FAMOUS "DIMPLES". MR BROWNE SUPPORTED ME AS A UPCOMMING VOCALIST AORUND THE LOS ANGELES AREAS. AND HE ALSO INTRODUCED ME TO MR.QUINCY JONES. ROSCOE ALWAYS ENCOURAGED ME TO BE ME, THE BEST THAT I COULD BE.I WOULD CALL TO CHECK ON HIM AND EVEN THOUGH HE HAD SUCH A FULL LIFE HE WOULD ALWAY FIND TIME TO RETURNS MY CALLS WITH A SMILE. HE HAD A GIFT OF MAKING ALL FEEL SPECIAL. I SAW HIM LAST AT THE MONEY TREE. I WALKED OVER TO HIM AND I GAVE HIM A BIG HUG. AFTER ABOUT FOUR YEARS. HIS LOVE FOR SEEING ME NOW A GROWN MAN. BROUGHT TEARS TO HIS EYES. ROSCOE I LOVE YOU AND I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR UNSELFISH TIME AND WORDS. YOUR FRIEND ADAM.

***IF ANYWONE READS THIS AND HAS ANY INFORMATION ON HIS ARRANGEMENT I WOULD APPRECIATE. IF YOU WOULD SHARE THEM WITH ALL OF US.***

Roscoe would take my calls anytime anywhere either when he was in New York or Los Angeles. He would read my poetry and then read Millay and finish the conversation in French. The years went by
way too fast. I always considered myself his student. Roscoe was a rare and unique and enormously talented man. I was proud to be one of his friends.

I met Mr Browne in Dr Max Jacobson's waiting room on Manhattan's Upper East Side in 1968. He was reading Helen Waddell's "The Wandering Scholars", and I'm a classicist/medievalist, so we fell into conversation. I'll never forget his voice hailing a taxi with the cry, "Taxi, baby!"
RIP.

I don't remember where or when nor do I remember how, but what I most vividly remember is the wool scarf stylishly thrown around his neck as he and Anthony Zerbee recited readings that have escaped me. His voice resonated with rich, clean and heavily articulated words that danced into my ears. For all the years that have passed since that eventful day, I can still hear his words. I can still feel his graceful presence and most of all, I can still appreciate a man of such dignity, poise and accomplishment.