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Location: The woods
Joined: August 12, 2003
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Dad was a huge collector of not just jazz, but he liked the bluesmen of the 40s alot as well. Seems there was frequently the sound of a wounded black man shouting his pain or disappointment, usually involving a woman that was no good in the music room. It took some time before I figured out that ALL women could produce that emotion in a man and make him wanna shout it out. That was about the same time I found out just how good they can be for a man as well and make him shout a whole different song! Ahh, the sweet bird of youth, wasted on the young I say! You have no idea what it was like in the flat in San Francisco (507 Hugo st to be exact). All the walls were lined with both records stacked knee high or on shelves made with bricks. Every room. The long hallway as well. If not records, then it was books. I got the books when he passed, almost all first editions of the great writers and authors. We had a 1946 Pontiac that Dad and I would drive to the Arizona desert where the Saguaro cactus grew. There we would pluck the needles off of them and that is what he used as a record needle back home. That was where the sound of those black men would issue forth from... He frequented all the record stores that were in the black parts of SF and Oakland in search of his elusive discs, it was where I bought the very first record I ever owned, he bought it for me cause I asked for it....John Lee Hooker. Much later in life, in the 80s I had some friends who played in Hook's Coast to Coast Blues Band and another friend who lived at Hookers house in San Carlos and later in Los Altos Hills where he could afford to live once his albums with Santana and Van etc came out and he finally got wealthy. The C2CBB played at a bar called the Emerson St. Bar & Grill on weekends that they were not on tour with Hooker. Finally, after decades had passed I was introduced to JL and as he dropped in to jam at this dive bar with maybe 10 customers in it. This happened almost every Saturday night. I told JL about how my dad had bough his first record for me when I was a wee lad and how that record set the course I had been on my whole life and how happy I was to sit with him on Saturdays nittes and drink whiskey. One of the high points of my life, here is a photo of JL I took....
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