December 27, 1944 ~ October 4, 2020

Born in: Philadelphia, PA
Resided in: Noblesville, IN

Albert J. “Al” Stone, musician and former WNAP Indianapolis radio personality, passed away in Noblesville after a long illness, at the age of 75.  Born in Philadelphia, PA, he moved with his parents Albert, Sr. and Rita Stone and sisters Ellen and Carol, to Indiana at the age of two and lived the remainder of his life in the Indianapolis area.  He was a graduate of Fishers High School and Hanover College, a childhood member of Irvington Methodist Church and, later, Faith Presbyterian Church. Al had creative careers as a high school teacher; published writer of jingles and recording studio production; and Emmy-award winning documentary writer/producer of “Naptown Rock Radio Wars”.  He is survived by his beloved daughter Sara Stone and grandson Chase Rushing of Noblesville; siblings Ellen Creane of Guilford, CT, Nancy Thomsen of Daphne, AL, Anthony Stone (Terttu) of Bethel, CT, Edward Stone (Leslie) of Barnet, VT, nieces Emily Stone, Kelly Stone, Rachael Moragues, Shannon (Ben) Ripani, nephew Riley (Stephanie) Stone, 2 great-nieces, 3 great-nephews, and his adored cats Pancake and Abby.   The family is extremely thankful to the many friends and medical professionals who gave Al tremendous assistance and support over the past few years.

 

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  1. May each of you find courage to face tomorrow as you rest in the knowledge that we truly care about each of your needs and that we will be here to walk beside you in your journey of grief.

    Eddie Beagles and the staff of Legacy Cremation & Funeral Services

  2. College began our friendship with many shared great times lasting a lifetime. A great bright and talented man and friend to so many! Al Stone you were the best ♥️ My brother Bill Duke will be standing by with a huge band welcoming you into heaven. I am sad you had to leave us so soon but you will be dancing and singing and have a perfect body without pain. Someday we will all be together again 🎈♥️

  3. Because you were Bill Duke’s best friend, I (and our children, Tom and Amy) have been blessed to know and love you and be loved by you!
    I will forever be thankful for the impact you’ve had on our lives! You were there for us at the drop of a hat just as you promised Bill when he died! You’ve been our ‘ROCK’ In so many ways, so many times!
    Talented musician, writer, entertainer, incredible singer and speaker. And, that voice! (I’ll never forget that VOICE!!) You were a ‘one of a kind’ man in so many ways! I will miss you forever, but never forget your stories and memories! (With dates and details, you remembered everything!) Amazing!
    I’m trusting Bill is rejoicing with you in Heaven, and the two of you are making wonderful music together, (forgetting all the pain and sorrow), and having a blast!
    Until we meet again, my dear friend…
    Love you,
    Polly

  4. Mr. Stone was my late husbands teacher and I got the the pleasure of meeting Mr. Stone after my husband passed and he told me alit of stories about the two of them and their love for music. I’m going to miss you Mr. Stone.

  5. Al was one of my best friends and a true mentor. We met in 1983 and worked on various projects up until weeks before his passing. Al Stone was an inspiration to our company and its studio owners: Home Video Studio. I could always depend on Al to help out at a moment’s notice. You could also call Al and ask a quick grammar question. He knew so much about so many things. He was a wise man. So we say goodbye to Al Stone. Rest in Peace.

  6. Albert as we knew and called him decided he wanted to be with his #2 mother, Helen Flowers, who peacefully passed away on 9-23-2020 after 100 wonderful years filled with memories of so many people. Albert was also her #2 son who grew up with my brother, Rick, in Hamilton Hills. I’m sure mom is holding him in her arms and laughing about all of the good times that were had by all. Rest In Peace sweet Albert.

  7. Once again… yet another empty chair at the table. This one, a bit more glaring. A bit louder in its forceful silence. I suspect that anyone who met Al Stone was permanently tattooed with his lasting impression of excitement and hopefulness, as well as a sense of permanent connection, no matter how great any length of time or space grew between them. He had that effect on everyone.

    He would meet someone, and immediately the gears would begin to turn in his head, wondering out loud about how he could harvest their skills or abilities, and better their lives. A ‘plan’ was always being formulated. It was exciting. And if they just needed help, he was right there, too many times extending himself to help them, even when he was the one who needed assistance. And so, he will be long remembered and sorely missed. It is the inevitable price that comes due at the end of these special sorts of relationships, but in this case, still a bargain.

    I met Al in the summer of 95 as a guest performer from Nashville on the Roadside Attraction show. I was asked to return again, and month later, Al convinced me to move there to help write and produce the show. The day I arrived, a critical cast member suffered a medical crisis and the production went into permanent hibernation. But it was wonderful! Al had lit the fire of ‘possibility’ inside me, and that flame was not going out easily. It was Al Stone doing the things he loved best, Radio, and live performance! It was the pursuit art, and it was perpetual creativity unleashed.

    But it was alway something with him. Jingles, books, biographies of old blues men, podcasts of live radio interviews with people… it went on and on as he ‘created’ his way through life. He recorded and tried to preserve as many of the moments of his life, and of the lives of the folks who crossed paths with him as he could. The irony, in the end is, “No need, brother. Of course we remember. How could we forget?”

    So Al… Now you know the answers to the questions we all have. I can’t help but picture you telling Henry James how great he is, and at the same time telling him how to improve his writing. I see you laughing with your mom and dad, incessantly talking about the thing you loved to talk about most, Mackie and Chase. And of course, playing bass, with Bill on keys and CJ on guitar. Best of all, I see you in your newly healed, young, energetic body. But in all of it, I see you laughing and smiling. And isn’t that the way you would have wanted it recorded?

    Well, Byrnie and I will miss you. She feels cheated, and I feel a little more empty. Yup, there’s that ‘price’ come due. But I know we’ll see you around, pal. It’s inevitable.

    ‘Till then, God speed and love, always.

    Den ‘Donagh’ Gleason and Byrnie Rose Gleason -Nashville

  8. Will never forget Al Stone. He will forever be our most favorite neighbor ever for many years in Harbour Pines. Was a good teacher & mentor to my first grandson, Logan. May you Rest In Peace, Al. You will be missed by many.

  9. Greg Thompson (the computer guy)
    My mentor, my father figure, you will be missed. I will use the skills you taught me to carry on your recording legacy. I will miss our weekly talks.

  10. What a sad day to hear of Al’s passing. Cathy and I lunched with Al July 31. Al was hurting but we did not anticipate this so soon. Al now joins our Hanover College Lambda Chi Alpha brother Bill making music for God’s kingdom. Al, Bill, and several other Lambda brothers formed the “Gentlemen Blue” at Hanover, playing all around the campus and beyond, even cutting some records, a foretaste of Al’s continued love of music and people noted in the tributes of others. I was so happy to reconnect with Al after some years, as he continued his music career, composing, scripting, recording, voice overs, and gigs on the town. He was so justly proud of his DJ days, and the Emmy, and his many friends. Godspeed Al, and the peace of the Lord be with you, and Mackie and Chase.

  11. Al was my freshman roommate at Hanover and a fraternity brother as well. We spent much time listening to music and solving the worlds, guess we didn’t get it all solved. We had been in touch in the last couple of years. I’m sure you and our good friend Bill Duke have organized a new band by now and are teaching the crowd “Hate to Tell You.” I’ll miss you until we meet again.

  12. My brother Al and I had much in common, as writers, educators, musicians. So we always had something to talk about, at length and with great humor between us. He played the guitar which he sort of “picked up” long after my piano lessons were finished. I turned to singing in trios and playing the piano at my Unitarian church; he, a Presbyterian, in rock bands. I loved (and still have) the book he wrote about jingles; he created many catchy jingles. At one point, I sold his jingles, calling on ad agencies. He taught middle and high school students and was a college adjunct in English. I began teaching career at the high school level (after briefly at the middle school level) and also was an adjunct teaching English to immigrants at a community college. He liked the book I wrote about a group of women Marines who were musicians during WWII. Our lives and talents intertwined. He is and always will be very much missed.

  13. There is a group of musicians and writers around Al that has been expanding for decades – it still is expanding – and I’ve said many times that “Al Stone is father to us all.” For so many of us – certainly for me – he made some of the best things in our lives possible with his recording, playing, and stepping in as the motive force. We were partners in Roadside Attraction that aired on around 100 stations. I recently listened to tapes from that 90’s project. Pat Webb was part of that and he told me – talking about Al – “He really knows his onions”.

    So an Al story is in order. I went in to work one day. My office was one of the rooms in a suite of offices that were Al’s studio. Andrea was there. She was his beautiful young assistant and she looked worried. Al was in the hospital, she said. Then I was worried. While we were trying to figure out what to do, a taxi pulled up out front and Al got out. There was an 4 foot long IV tube sticking out of his arm. He looked crazy and disoriented. He walked right past us into the studio. “This stuff is due tonight.” he said. He went in the studio, locked us out and we could hear him in reading into a microphone for hours. If it got quiet, Andrea would knock on the door to see if he was OK. And he would shout “I’m alright I’ve gotta get this done.” As the day turned into evening, the studio door opened and Al came out. He gave a package and some instructions to Andrea, and he said to me, “Can you take me back to the hospital?” The IV was still in his arm and by the look of him I thought an ambulance might be more appropriate, but I drove him there and he insisted on being sneaky about going directly to his room. “Do you think they noticed I was gone?” he said. Let’s just say they noticed and leave it at that.

    If Al Stone wants to rest in peace I will surely be happy for him. But I suspect that he will continue to do what he has always done: make music, help artists, and be the guy who shows up in the right place at the right time to make good things possible. That’s angel work. He’s already got experience with that.

  14. My big brother is gone and his whole family is hurting badly. His brothers and sisters left Indiana decades ago while Al stayed behind. So we never got to have enough time with him and will miss him more because of that. But it is a huge comfort to see how many good friends he had and the wonderful outpouring of love, respect and gratitude expressed. Thank you all very much. I hope we will be able to meet with you at a gathering in Al’s honor sometime in the near future.

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