Australian radio star Paris Pompor dies aged 58, sparking tributes for the industry legend
Australian radio presenter Paris Pompor has died, aged 58.
The beloved star was known for his influential role at Sydney 's 2SER.
Pompor had long worked the airwaves at the not-for-profit station, where he hosted the music program Jumping The Gap from 2007 - 2022.
No cause of death has been publicly released.
Pompor was known as a talented and vibrant DJ on the Sydney radio scene.
As co-host of the Groovescooter show, he celebrated the arts and music culture in the city, and indeed nationwide.
2SER played a tribute to Pompor on Friday night and featured a retrospective of his work at the radio station.
Following news of his death on Wednesday, a number of people posted tributes to Pompor on social media.
'Totally stunned and very sad to be hearing the news that Paris Pompor has passed away. A complete and total music fan, a beautiful human and always a joy to run into around the traps or at 2SER over the years,' Stuart Couple wrote on Facebook.
'Watching him dancing around the studio whilst presenting a radio show always made my day just that little happier.'
Eastside radio 89.7FM, said he had made an 'indelible' mark in Sydney: 'Paris shaped so much of Sydney music and influenced the city's arts and culture like no other.
'His love of music documentaries started a movement of film screenings at the Golden Age Cinema that can best be described as all sold out!
'The curation of underground independent films mixed with classic revivals like Stop Making Sense were enjoyed by everyone who attended and deserve to keep going by the next generation.'
Former Newsreader Geoff Mark Field added his own tribute
'My sincere condolences to family and friends of Paris Pompor who has died aged 58,' Field wrote.
'I remember the way he would always have something positive to say to my journalism students when I was at 2SerFM.
'Paris was a beautiful man who always went out of his way to be kind.'
The Queen Screen account for Mardi Gras also posted a tender farewell.
'Incredibly saddened to hear the news of Paris Pompor's passing.
'He was a great friend to Queer Screen who volunteered at many of our events and Groovescooter was a community partner on so many films that focussed on music and soul over the years.
'Sending love to his family, friends and community. It's a great loss to the arts, music and culture scene in Australia.'
Pompor is survived by his long-time partner Georgie Zuzak.
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