Thanks, Tom, for inviting me to this group. I spent a little time last night browsing some threads and was awed by the knowledge and enthusiasm here. Great site, everybody!
I'm a music fan, but not a musician. Blues and jazz are among my favorites, yet
I am often distracted lately by beats, rhythyms and melodies served up by obscure
musicians from around the globe. My intro to blues came in 1965 when my sister returned home from her freshman year at Michigan State with a few albums,
one of which was by the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. From there I began to develop a taste for anything by Mike Bloomfield, John Mayall, early Clapton. In particular I'd notice song credits - and began to check out names like Sonny Boy Williamson, Robert Lockwood and John Lee Hooker.
At the same time, I had a friend, Dave, who played trumpet in the high school
jazz band - it was he who introduced me to artists like Kai Winding, Herbie Mann
and Miles Davis. A part of me died in January when Michael Brecker passed away.
I probably own a hundred LP's where Mike added his touch of brilliance.
In early 1966, my Dad, a Pan Am flight engineer, had me tag along on one of his many flights to London. As a treat to me, he took me to a haunt called Bunjie's,
a sort of coffeehouse blues bar, deep down inside the basement on a street called High Holborn. My first real taste of live blues - thanks, Dad! After that I found myself taking frequent trips into NYC on the LI railroad, checking out the music scene in the Village.
It's late, and tomorrow promises a huge day, so it's time to rack out, I wanted to relate the stories of my rubbing shoulders with Jaco Pastorius and Sonny Rollins in Houston, and Robert Lockwood in Cleveland, but those tales will have to wait a day or two.
Again, Tom, thanks for inviting me to the forum. G'nite all.
Vaughn
I'm a music fan, but not a musician. Blues and jazz are among my favorites, yet
I am often distracted lately by beats, rhythyms and melodies served up by obscure
musicians from around the globe. My intro to blues came in 1965 when my sister returned home from her freshman year at Michigan State with a few albums,
one of which was by the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. From there I began to develop a taste for anything by Mike Bloomfield, John Mayall, early Clapton. In particular I'd notice song credits - and began to check out names like Sonny Boy Williamson, Robert Lockwood and John Lee Hooker.
At the same time, I had a friend, Dave, who played trumpet in the high school
jazz band - it was he who introduced me to artists like Kai Winding, Herbie Mann
and Miles Davis. A part of me died in January when Michael Brecker passed away.
I probably own a hundred LP's where Mike added his touch of brilliance.
In early 1966, my Dad, a Pan Am flight engineer, had me tag along on one of his many flights to London. As a treat to me, he took me to a haunt called Bunjie's,
a sort of coffeehouse blues bar, deep down inside the basement on a street called High Holborn. My first real taste of live blues - thanks, Dad! After that I found myself taking frequent trips into NYC on the LI railroad, checking out the music scene in the Village.
It's late, and tomorrow promises a huge day, so it's time to rack out, I wanted to relate the stories of my rubbing shoulders with Jaco Pastorius and Sonny Rollins in Houston, and Robert Lockwood in Cleveland, but those tales will have to wait a day or two.
Again, Tom, thanks for inviting me to the forum. G'nite all.
Vaughn
