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Bob Mercer - Editor - Musician - Friend
Saturday, March 14, 2015

My Mother's Red Shawl - El Rebozo Colorado
Bob Mercer - Editor - Musician - Friend






Though we met in the late 1980s, this would be only the second time Alex has shot my portrait. Except that it is the first. In an earlier attempt I was a stand-in for Gregor Robertson, then Vancouver’s newly-elected mayor, whom Alex was shooting for the short-lived myvancouver magazine at his old Robson Street studio. Alex managed to break his trusty cable release of countless years moments into the test shots so I (and Gregor, when he arrived minutes later) ended up shooting our own portraits with a shorter, substitute cable release, using Alex’s camera and lighting setup. Ask Alex for the technical details. 

I’ve been inconsistently following the rebozo series for years. In my epic smallness of spirit I have wondered whether I’d ever get the call, although I also had every reason to wonder why I should, given that the series is a who’s who of the city’s — occasionally the world’s — creative, moneyed and political cadres. Finally I just had to ask Alex when it would be my turn. He invited me immediately. 

I arrived at the house on Athlone Street, we took whatever shot Alex has chosen plus a few others, then spent the afternoon over tea and stollen in the kind of meandering but probing, enervating conversation Alex’s friends will know is inevitable with this old-world gentleman. It was through this series I learned the Spanish word rebozo from Alex, understood it to be a small blanket or scarf. But Alex had only just uttered the word — with his just-so accenting of the hard-soft ‘z’ sound — when I immediately associated it with Bebe Rebozo, the Florida millionaire friend of Richard Nixon whose near anonymity (except for his Nixon connection) made him a figure of indistinct menace to my ‘70s circle of anti-Nixonites. After Nixon’s fall from grace (did Richard Nixon ever inhabit a state of being that might be called grace?) Rebozo suffered a number of Congressional and IRA investigations and though he settled an overdue tax bill or two no more serious allegations of wrongdoing ever stuck. Although he and Nixon originally bonded over their ardent McCarthy-era anti-communism, Rebozo claimed no interest in politics of the electoral kind. He and Nixon were just buddies, he claimed. According to his New York Times obituary, “A few years before Nixon's death in 1994, Mr. Rebozo described his friend as ‘a strange animal, just not like anyone you'll ever know — a very sensitive man, very thoughtful and of course very brilliant, with a memory like an elephant.’” 

Those of us with memories of more human dimensions at least have Alex, his mother’s red rebozo and his photographs of the fabled and me.


 

Jorge JoséO'Reilly - Primo/Sobrino - Amigo - Campeón de Rugby

 Art Bergmann Singer-Songwriter- Guitarist

Homero Aridjis Poeta

Zippy Pinhead Musician

Caitlin Legault Art Model

Holly McRea Model - Poet - Creation Conduit.

Lisa Ha Model - Volunteer - Friend

Carmen Alatorre Diseñadora de vestuario

Roberto Baschetti Sociólogo, Investigador Histórico - Amigo

Jennifer Froese Youth Worker

Rachel Cairns Actor

Jennifer Landels Espadachina

Judith Currelly Pilot- Artist

Jim Erickson Set Decorator

Alexandra Hill Soprano

Georgina Elizabeth Isles Figure Model

Emma Middleton Actor

Mark Pryor Author/Lawyer/Assistant DA Travis County TX

Brother Edwin Charles Reggio, CSC Mentor & Teacher

Veronica Vex Burlesque Dancer

George McWhirter Poet

Raúl Guerrero Montemayor Padre-Compadre

Alexandra Waterhouse-Hayward Maestra

Shirley Gnome Singer/Provocateur

Yeva & Thoenn Glover Dancers/Choreographers

JJ Lee Writer

Jacqueline Model

Cathy Marsden Psychiatrist

André De Mondo Wanderer

Colin MacDonald Saxophonist/Composer

Nina Gouveia Yoga Instructor

Stacey Hutton Excercise Physiologist

Colleen Wheeler Actor

Sarah Rodgers Actor, Director,Mother

Tim Turner - Real Estate Agent

Kiera Hill Dancer

Johnna Wright & Sascha Director/Mother - Son/Dreamer

Decker & Nick Hunt Cat & 19th century amateur

George Bowering Poet

Celia Duthie Gallerist

Linda Lorenzo Mother

Katheryn Petersen Accordionist

Stefanie Denz Artist

Ivette Hernández Actress

Byron Chief-Moon Actor/Dancer

Colin Horricks Doctor

Ian Mulgrew Vancouver Sun Columnist

Jocelyn Morlock Composer

Corinne McConchie Librarian

Rachel Ditor Dramaturg

Patrick Reid Statesman, Flag Designer

Michael Varga CBC Cameraman

Bronwen Marsden Playwright/Actress/Director

David Baines Vancouver Sun Columnist

Alex Waterhouse-Hayward Photographer

Lauren Elizabeth Stewart Student

Sandrine Cassini Dancer/Choreographer

Meredith Kalaman Dancer/Choreographer

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Lyndon Grove, John Maynard Keynes & Some Hot Air
Friday, March 13, 2015


Henry Morgenthau Jr. & John Maynard Keynes - Photograph Alfred Eisentaedt


The guest blog below by Lyndon Grove began on a lark. I was reading a review of a book, The Summit – Bretton Woods, 1944 J.M. Keynes and the Reshaping for the Global Economy by Ed Conway.

The review was illustrated with a photograph of John Maynard Keynes and US Treasury Secretary Henry Morgenthau Jr. It suddenly occurred to me that  Lyndon Grove (who has had a storied career as a radio DJ, magazine editor, ad agency copywriter and writer) looked very much like Keynes. So I emailed Grove. He replied:

Interesting about John Maynard Keynes--there is a movie waiting to be made. I wish I had his understanding of economics--I can barely balance my cheque book.  And the really strong resemblance was between him and my father. Both JMK and JCG (my father) cultivated broader moustaches.


Remembering that you are a jazz aficionado, jazz falling somewhere between tea and roses, I attach a piece for which no market exists but which might slightly amuse.

I never did photograph Lyndon Grove so you will have to take my word of the remarkable resemblance.





                                                GROWING UP WITH JAZZ

                                                          Lyndon Grove


The best of the disc jockeys was Dave Garroway.  Horn-rimmed, scholarly, bow-tied, episcopally voiced Dave Garroway, broadcasting from WMAQ Chicago. Playing music we’d stay up late to hear.  But it wasn’t only the music we were listening for—it was Garroway.

There were discoveries.  “Who are the most exciting trumpet players you’ve ever heard?” Garroway asked, and then answered, “Louis Armstrong.  Charlie Shavers.  Dizzy Gillespie.  Now here’s another—Chet Baker.”  And some nights there was live studio music—Mel Torme, the Art Van Damme Quintet. 

Minimalist commercials for Dial Soap were casually dropped in—“Aren’t you glad you use Dial?  Don’t you wish everyone did?”  And there were always surprises--opening with an unabashedly straight song—“Here comes Buddy Clark walking with his big flat feet all over ‘A Great Wide Wonderful World’” and, after a particularly haunting performance—Alex Wilder’s “While We’re Young” by Peggy Lee—just a solemn non sequitur:  “James Madison was the fourth President of the United States”—telling you there was nothing that could be said equal to the wonder of the music we’d heard.

Other disc jockeys might have become better known—there are jazz classics named for Symphony Sid, Fred Robbins and Jimmy Lyons—but among jazz cognoscenti, among deejays themselves, Garroway stood alone.  Jack Pollard, host of “Just Jazz” on CKCK Regina, said, “I was devastated when he went to TV.” As Terry Garner said of Duke Ellington, “Garroway first, all others far back.”

Iconic is a word currently overused and often misused, but Garroway truly could have been called iconic.  And if there was any disc jockey in Canada who deserved the term, it was Bob Smith. Bob Smith, whose “Hot Air” on CBC Radio was and is North America’s longest-running jazz program.  Originally from Winnipeg, Smith had been with the RCAF in the South Pacific.  He began his show in Vancouver in 1947, and stayed with it for thirty-five years, signing off each show with “God bless jazz fanseverywhere.”  Fraser MacPherson said, “I used to listen to him when I was in high
school.  It seems I’ve always listened to him.”

He was also, as Bill Phillips once wrote, a one-man cheering section for local musicians (he called them “gladiators”) and welcoming party for visitors.  When Miles Davis played Howie Bateman’s Inquisition Coffee House, it was Bob who went out for the Champagne.  When Billie Holiday was lonely and teary while working The Cave, Bob carried a portable player and a stack of records to her room at the Georgia Hotel.

He liked baseball. He played behind the plate in the Vancouver Senior Men's Softball  League, and, 
the Vancouver Sun noted, he could “chomp on a cigar through his catcher’s mask while throwing out a runner at second base.”  For several seasons, in pre-television days, he did play-by-play broadcasts of Big Four football games—without ever leaving the studio.  He ad libbed his commentary, working from wire copy, while running a stadium sound effects disc. If the Teletype broke down, and he had no copy, he said,

“I’d have a dog go out on the field.”

                                                                                                                      
Bob was a favorite at Puccini’s, a Main Street restaurant famous for its lasagna at lunch and its steaks, pan-fried in olive oil with parsley and garlic, at dinner. He always had a table in the back, near the kitchen, where the other preferred patrons were big-booted cops from the beat.  Downstairs was the jazz club Hogan’s Alley, named for the small black neighborhood around the corner.  Hogan’s Alley was where you found Vie’s Chicken and Steak House, which had the best-stocked jazz jukebox
in Vancouver and Jimi Hendrix’s grandmother Nora as cook.

“Hot Air” ran only on Saturdays, but “After Hours” came on every weeknight at eleven on CKCK Regina, introduced by the theme that gave the show its name, a slow, rolling, earthy boogie blues, composed and played by Avery Parrish, pianist with the band led by Erskine Hawkins, “The Twentieth Century Gabriel.” 

  “After Hours” may be the best theme ever for a late night jazz show.  And the music is so dense, so knowing, so sure and determined, it’s a surprise to learn that its composer was then only twenty-three years old.  But we should remember that jazz is, with a few exceptions—Dave Brubeck, Stephane Grappelli, Marion McPartland—a young musician’s game.  (Miles Davis was nineteen when he played with Charlie Parker; Tony Williams was seventeen when he became Davis’s drummer.  Stan Getz was in Benny Goodman’s sax section at sixteen; at sixteen, Gary Burton was touring with Getz.)
 
We’re used to knowing that Billie Holiday was eighteen years old when she made her first recordings, and that in 1937, her best year, she was only twenty-two.  But it’s another thing to find that the other players on those dates—Teddy Wilson, Lester Young, Buck Clayton, Benny Goodman—were all aged twenty-five--that’s Wilson, the leader—to twenty-eight.
 
It was the middle of the 1940s; I was probably thirteen, fourteen years old.  For some reason, I was in Saskatoon alone, between trains, and to use up an hour or so, I went to a record store.  What I found there was an album called “Hot Trumpets,” and what I heard, what turned my head around, what amazed me and made me a jazz follower forever, was Billie Holiday singing “Why Was I Born?”

The excuse for having a singer in an album labeled “Hot Trumpets” was the muted trumpet introduction and open horn ending by Buck Clayton (who, Holiday would later tell Billy Eckstine, “was the prettiest man I’ve ever seen”).  Clayton is good, and so are Wilson and Goodman and drummer Jo Jones, but the revelation was Holiday.  (Also on that life-changing album, which I did not have the three dollars and fifty cents to buy, was Henry “Red” Allen’s take on “Body and Soul,” a close second to the definitive version, by Coleman Hawkins, of what is probably the most covered song in jazz. )  
                                                                                                                 
There were two disc jockeys I thought came close to Garroway’s perfection. The first was the deejay who came in over the “After Hours” theme on CKCK. His name was Jim Grisenthwaite, and more than sixty years later, his play list and his patter are still being replayed in my mind.  I would turn up in my Grade 10 class the next morning, and say to my buddy, “Here’s what he played last night.” 

What he played might have included the young Sarah Vaughan’s “Mean to Me,” with spectacular backing by Parker and Gillespie; Roy Eldridge’s “After You’ve Gone,” with Gene Krupa’s band; Woody Herman’s “Apple Honey,” with its thrilling final trumpet burst by Sonny Berman; and Will Bradley’s “Celery Stalks at Midnight.”
                                                                                             
Grisenthwaite, remembering how the show began, says, “Being just out of high school and the 
rookie of the announce staff, I had been brashly arguing with the program department for some time that we needed ‘one of those late night disc jockey shows’ that were becoming popular in the States.  With no success.  Finally one day I was called into the front office and brusquely informed CKCK would be having a nightly DJ show and that I would be doing it five nights a week.  Hello four to midnight and goodbye social life.  One of the most played records was the Duke’s old singer Herb Jeffries doing ‘If I Could Be With You One Hour Tonight’ for my girl friend.” 

(Grisenthwaite also had a country and western show called “Ridin’ ‘Round the Range.”  He remembers, “I conspired with sportscaster Lloyd Saunders to stage our own chuck wagon races on RRR—fictional, of course, with Lloyd doing the play-by-play. All fun and games until the station receptionist had to explain ‘there really aren’t any races’ to a chap who had driven up from North Dakota to enter.”)
                                                                                                                       
The other program on CKCK that could not be missed was “Just Jazz” on Saturday afternoons.  Jack Pollard said for the theme music he chose “two parts of ‘JATP Blues,’ the tenor of Illinois Jacquet, and part two, which was the Nat Cole and Les Paul section. Couldn’t decide which one I liked best.”

 Pollard had been the piano player in a Regina combo called the Boptet, which featured the flamboyant, musically risk-taking nineteen-year-old trumpet player Herbie Spanier, the Dizzy Gillespie of Cupar, Saskatchewan.  When Pollard took over the

“After Hours” spot—Grisenthwaite having departed for the west coast—he surprised listeners by introducing Gabe Patterson, a Saskatchewan Roughriders running back, as a singer.  Pollard says, “Al Edwards introduced me to him and we hung out a bit. I got Bob Moyer to come to the station and I recorded Gabe doing a number with Bob on piano.  I played it several times, and people started asking for it.”  Gabe Patterson, who played his college football at Kentucky State, was with the Roughriders for two seasons and picked for the all-star team both years.

It was on “Just Jazz” that I heard the young Stan Getz, called by Whitney Balliett “the apotheosis of Lester Young,” and almost as revelatory as Billie Holiday had been.  And, among other things, the George Shearing Quintet’s “September in the Rain,” which would make the Shearing sound famous.

   Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream,

       Make him the cutest I’ve ever seen”   

That was the Chordettes song that introduced “Sandman Serenade” and the other disc jockey who deserved to be on the podium just under Dave Garroway:  Jack Kyle, whose “breezy, amiable personality,” to quote Chuck Davis, made his three hours on CKNW a nightly event.

CKNW then had its studios over a paint store near the old Pattullo Bridge in New Westminster, and   it had country and western roots, but none of that showed in Kyle’s smooth sophistication, which was as casually worn as the flattop fedora he favored.  

Working three turntables, tape machines, remote switches and other control room equipment (most private station DJs were their own operators) an unruffled Kyle would punctuate the program with his signature phrases—“Cheers, customers” and “Let’s Kyle awhile”—and ad lib commercials better than the copy department could write them. He had, Bill Phillips wrote, “a deeper understanding of the radio medium than most of us ever had.”

Jack’s manner was that of a gracious host, intent on his guests’ pleasure, refilling their glasses, steering the conversation away from near argument to amusement keeping the party going and the evening light.

I asked him who was the best disc jockey he had ever heard, and he said,“Terry Garner.”  When I asked Garner the same question, he said, “Jack Kyle. Kyle and Garner had begun their broadcast lives in Victoria, and for a time, shared an apartment.  A scary moment came for Garner when he dropped one of Kyle’s prizedDodo Marmarosa records and it shattered.  “I thought I was going to have to move out.”

Early in his career, Garner had acted as a jazz impresario, bringing to the Pacific Northwest the bands of Duke Ellington and Woody Herman. He remembered Ellington drinking milk with gin (“You have to look after your stomach, Sweetie”) and Ellington trumpeter-violinist-singer Ray Nance coming through a hotel lobby at 3:00 a.m. carrying a basketball and saying, “Wanta go shoot some hoops?”  He remembered Herman getting out of a car in Vancouver’s Stanley Park to pick flowers for his wife.

And he remembered Billie Holiday.  On a wall of his home was a framed photograph of them together, Holiday in a wide-brimmed garden hat, and signed: “Terry—stay as fine as you are.  Billie.”

At fifteen or sixteen, I fell into the deejay role almost by accident. The local radio station—CHAB, Moose Jaw—had some programs directed to a high school audience, and this was before the “youth market” stampede began.

 One of these programs was called “Melody ‘n’ Stuff.”  It invited students to come on air for fifteen minutes and play their favorite records.  Many teenagers were eager to be on the program, but not many seemed to have any favorite records, and the same ones, probably from the station library, were spun, as we used to say, over and over. “Dardanella,” by Herbie Fields, Bunny Berigan’s “I Can’t Get Started,” “Cherry,’ with the Harry James band, “Cross Your Heart,” by Artie Shaw’s Gramercy Five.
 
These are all good numbers, but hearing them show after show indicated a lack of imagination.  So, I called the organizer of the program—Jim Purvis, a high school senior who had a part-time job at the station--and told him I’d like to come on.
 
By this time, I had begun to build a small record collection (early Esquire All-Stars sessions, “New 52nd Street Jazz”) and I was reading Metronome (Barry Ulanov, for whom Lennie Tristano wrote “Coolin’ Off with Ulanov,” declared Charlie Parker  “the greatest improviser since Bach”) and DownBeat (George T. Simon The Big Bands—wrote about a Central Park baseball game between the Benny Goodman and Count Basie bands, Harry James pitching for Goodman, Lester Young on the mound for Basie; please, somebody make the movie).  And somewhere I saw a photograph of Woody Herman in a lapel-less jacket, which moved me to go to tailor J.C. Carley, who had once worked in the same London, Ontario shop as Guy Lombardo’s father, and have him make me one like it.

I wrote a script and had it approved—this was mandatory—and did the show. I played things that probably had never been aired on CHAB and used a lot of lines I probably had stolen from Grisenthwaite.

Purvis liked it, and I was asked to come back, so I did a second show.  And then, enjoying the feeling of being behind a microphone, and ready to let fly, I turned up a third time.  As usual, I had my script checked before going on; and then, once on the air, I threw it away and ad libbed.  Purvis was furious.  “You will never, never, he raged, “be on this station again.”  Two days later, the program director called and invited me to come in and audition for a weekly show.

 I called the program “Some Like It Hot”—another brazen theft; this was the name of DJ Fred Robbins’s New York show.  The theme I chose was “Tippin’ In  by Erskine Hawkins.  Purvis thought this was a bad choice--”You should have used Count Basie’s ‘Swingin’ the Blues’.“  Purvis and I never got along, but he did know how to listen to music and analyze what he heard, and he introduced me to some tunes that were important to me, especially “My Future Just Passed”  by the Delta Rhythm Boys, which became my personal theme as I worshipped from afar a girl two grades
 ahead of me. 
 
 But disc jockeys were an attraction for some girls.  Carol Sloane, talking with Marc Myers of JazzWax, said, “In the early 1950s I listened all the time to two local [Smithfeld, Rhode Island] disc jockeys.  Those radio guys became my heroes.”  In fact, Ms. Sloane, still one of the best jazz singers around, at age 18 married a disc jockey.

Most DJs were male then—it’s a more gender-balanced airwave now--but there was a syndicated late evening program called “Lonesome Gal,” with a woman purring into the microphone as a kind of Tokyo Rose for lonesome guys.  It was just sort of funny.  Years later, CBC had a program in the same time range with an announcer named Margaret Pascu, who had a truly mysterious and dangerously alluring style.

Then along came Montreal’s Katie Malloch, who had the sound of a bright.  sometimes cheeky kid sister (on one of her promos, she suggested that it was a da to go crazy, “put vodka in the water cooler and run naked down the hall”) and she often called herself “Sister Kate.”  At the same time, she delivered a masterfully composed, enormously knowledgeable program on CBC Radio Two six evenings a week, or until the network began to deconstruct and lurch back into the 1970s.

When it came time to switch off her microphone, after a career that had moved from campus radio to national network, she was at her most gracious.  Introducing her replacement, she played what she said was a forecast of the future:  “This Could Be the Start of Something Big.”  It wasn’t.  It was the end of something great.

 One more story:  In a farewell broadcast with Tom Allen, Ms. Malloch was asked about difficult interviewees she had encountered.  She told of a saxophone player who kept her waiting all day for a meeting, agreeing to several times and then canceling the appointments, one by one.  The day was almost over, and Ms. Malloch was to go for tea with her mother.  As she remembered that day, she told Allen, “I said to my mother, ‘Let’s go for tea.’ She said, ‘But aren’t you supposed to interview that musician?’  I said, ‘Eff him.’ And my mother said, ‘Yes, dear’.”

 Somehow I caught up with my future, and found myself one afternoon walkin to her house with the hatbox record player I’d bought at Child & Gower and an armful of 78s.  She was getting ready to travel to Toronto.  “What can I bring back for you?  she said.  I said, “See if you can find some Charlie Parker.”  She brought back Parker’s “Lover Man,” the famous Ross Russell 1946 date when his breakdown began and the number was carried out by trumpeter Howard McGhee. (Parker spent some recuperative time at Camarillo State Hospital, near Los Angeles.  He called one of the first pieces he recorded after he was discharged “Relaxin’ at Camarillo.”  Parker always had a sense of humor.  And five years later, he re-recorded “Lover Man,” with virtually the same 1946 arrangement, strong and in control.)

 I was beginning to define my life by music (not always wisely). But in those summer days, it was fine to strut out the door in iridescent slacks while my pretty little sister played Dorsey’s “I’ll Take Tallulah.”

 The record library at CHAB had some surprises:  early Chicago duets by Louis Armstrong and Earl Hines, “Muggles” and “Weather Bird;” Ivie Anderson singing “Rocks in My Bed;” Jackie and Roy’s intricate bop vocals (“Euphoria,” “East of Suez”) with Charlie Ventura; and, on ET (16-inch electrical transcriptions) Boyd Raeburn’s experimental band playing early Gillespie, Randy Brooks’s wild “The Honeydripper,  and Basie’s “Harvard Blues” with Jimmy Rushing, Mr. Five-by-Five, singing the George Frazier lyrics we couldn’t play on the air:  “I don’t keep dogs or women in my room….”

 For  a time, while my future was at university, I did a late-night show, using “When Your Lover Has Gone” by the Shearing Quintet as a signoff theme.  I would lean close to the mike, and say, in my best Lonesome Guy baritone, “Your lover is going now.”

            
 “Nothing better in the world you know,

   Than lying in the sun with your radio.”


 Skip Prokop wrote those lines for his song “Sunny Days,” and Sid Boyling knew Skip was right.  When tiny, portable transistor radios hit the market, Sid, CHAB manager and idea guy, knew that listeners would carry their radio programs with them. So he created a four-hour Sunday afternoon show called “The Beachcomber.” I was the guy chosen to be lifeguard, surfboard concessionaire, and sand castle architect. All that summer of 1949, with only my voice going to the beach, I was “The
 Beachcomber.”

Art Pepper (Terry Garner:  “Impeccable”) played The Cellar, a Vancouver jazz club, in the late 1950s.  His local backup was the Chris Gage Trio. Thirty years later, at the Christ Church Cathedral premiere of Peter Dent’s “Jazz Mass,” Stan “Cuddles” Johnson, bass player in the trio, remembered the date.  He said, “Pepper asked us where to get drugs.  We didn’t know anything about drugs back then.”  Sometime after that, Pepper, now clean and leading the “Straight Life”—title of his Dostoevskyan autobiography—played at Hogan’s Alley, with George (“I call him Mr. Beautiful”) Cables on piano.
                                                                                                                     
A handful of other memories:  Cannonball and Nat Adderley on an outdoor stage, shaded by broad-brimmed sombreros.  “You may wonder why my brother and I are wearing these hats,” Cannonball says.  “It is an affectation.”  Paul Desmond, pipe cleaner thin, leaning against the piano while Brubeck solos.  Gerry Mulligan and Bob Brookmeyer looking like college boys on the Queen Elizabeth Theatre stage. Stan Getz introducing Gary Burton:  “He’s sixteen years old.  I hate him.” 

Armando Peraza creating conga drum frenzy with Shearing at Isy’s.  Richie “Alto Madness” Cole at the Hot Jazz Club singing “Stormy Weather,” changing it to “Leonard Feather.” Oscar Peterson, Ray Brown and Ed Thigpen on a rainy afternoon in the intimate Simon Fraser University theatre.  Duke Ellington giving the audience finger-snapping lessons.  Herbie Spanier leaving Regina for Montreal and fame, carrying  his trumpet in a brown paper bag.  Billy Higgins looking at his watch during a long Charlie Haden bass solo, and looking at it again during his own long drum solo.  Jim Perry, just back from his honeymoon, telling the Darke Hall audience, “What a lost weekend that was” before singing “Don’t Worry ‘Bout Me.”  Handsome Harold Grills on bass.  Annette Bernard at the Studio A grand singing “Skylark.”  The famous Miles Davis-Wynton Marsalis angry exchange on Vancouver’s Queen E. stage. Roy Kral’s urbane greeting at a San Francisco club.  Gordie Ross doing a back flip into the Hobby Band sax section while singing “Orange Colored Sky.”  Lovely Eleanor Collins coaching her four children to sing a jazzy jingle for Malkin’s Strawberry Jam,and then coming in on backup herself. Big Miller posing unhappily in a Santa Claus outfit for an Edmonton Sun front page. Tiny Michel Petrucciani being carried on stage by his bass player.  Dave Frishberg puffing a borrowed cigarette outside a Granville Island club, taking what little pleasure he could find. Joe Williams in a CHQM hallway booming out “Hallelujah, I Love Her So.”  Nat “King” Cole crooning “You Better Get Wildroot Cream Oil, Charlie.” The Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, featuring Charlie Shavers, at Moose Jaw’s Temple Gardens before the car crash that took away Ray Wetzel. 
Jack Jones introducing Mel Torme:  “I have all of Mel’s albums.  He has one of mine.”

All that is now a millennium away.  The last times I appeared on a disc jockey show were as a guest on “Dal’s Place,” a program put together by Dal Richards, the nonagenarian Vancouver bandleader who has played every New Year’s Eve for the last seventy-five years.  Dal would always ask guests to choose their dream band, made up of any musicians, alive or, as Zoot Sims used to say, “on the road.”  When he asked me, I said, “Parker on alto; Herbie Spanier, trumpet; Niels Henning Orsted-
Pedersen, bass; Buddy Rich, drums; Billie Holiday and Lorraine Hunt-Lieberson, vocals; and Johann Sebastian Bach, keyboards.”  Dal gave me a puzzled look.
I suppose there are still disc jockeys around, but I’m not hearing them any more. Except for Jack Pollard, now doing a program called “Swing Session” for CFBX, the Thompson Rivers University campus station.  And I realized that Jack, sixty years after “Just Jazz” signed off, has acquired, consciously or not, the timbre and delivery of his idol, Dave Garroway.

 Keep on playing, Jack, because, to quote Milt Jackson and Oscar Peterson,“Ain’t But a Few of Us Left.”
 
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