A fitting tribute to Allen Toussaint, beloved musician, composer, producer, and gentle friend, was held at the renovated Orpheum Theater this morning before he was laid to rest. Visitation for ...

The songs of Allen Toussaint washed over their creator one final time on Friday. As Toussaint, the beloved New Orleans songwriter, producer and pianist, lay inside an opulent casket at the foot of the ...

Tipitina’s tribute to Allen Toussaint’s songbook on November 23 is named after the Toussaint song “With You In Mind.” The watershed event will be produced by Sonny Schneidau, with musical directrion ...

Very sad news: New Orleans music legend Allen Toussaint died on Monday night (11/9) after a concert in Madrid, Spain. He was 77. Though always soft-spoken, humble and most often preferring to stay ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. NEW ORLEANS (WGNO) — The daughter of New Orleans music legend Allen Toussaint has written a book about her father's incredible ...

In 2015, Allen Toussaint died unexpectedly at age 77. As a composer, arranger, producer, pianist and singer, his career reached far and wide. The hits he crafted for a broad range of stars spanned ...

The memorial tribute to Allen Toussaint held Friday morning at the Orpheum Theater rose admirably to the challenge of honoring a nearly six-decade musical career of almost dizzying breadth and ...

Allen Toussaint, who passed away in 2015 at the age of 77, did just about everything exceptionally well: performer, player, producer, arranger. You can get so carried away with his multi-talented ...

The mighty river of American songs flows in many different directions: blues, gospel, jazz and funk are part of the muddy water that makes up the music. Pianist, composer, arranger and record producer ...

The New Orleans-based musician completed recording his final album a month before he died last November. Jazz critic Kevin Whitehead calls American Tunes a "fond last look" at Toussaint's talent. This ...

Last summer, I was sitting on the back porch of a converted farmhouse in New Hampshire, talking with a poet named Peter. I was griping about various aspects of being alive that I’d come to find ...