Playing In The Playground!!
The title is a musical phrase my nephew uses when he jams with all his childhood buddies. He's lived in Pasadena, CA all his life (50+ years) in the Black neighborhood. The majority of his friends are Black and if you think you will never meet anyone famous your mistaken. His "playground" is full of musicians that boggles your mind!All this conversation with my nephew came about when I told him that I had run into my old pal, Broken Fingers Malone" here in Bullhead City just recently. Broken Fingers and I jammed some 40 years ago in the La Puente/Pomona area of L. A. County. And I recounted this in an earlier blog titled "The Second Coming of Broken Fingers Malone".
Our memories go way back to a time when R&B and Soul was the music. I'm talking Otis Redding, James Brown and the likes of Carlos Santana. These were the tunes and bands of choice to play in clubs. We had a great band and we were once scouted by an agent that walked into this club we were playing and wanted to sign us to a contract to play in Las Vegas in the casino lounges. It was never to be.
My conversation with Broken Fingers was a kinda loose plan to "get together"!! Two days later I got a call from my pal and we jammed together that Saturday night. His talent centered around a Gibson electric acoustic guitar. When I arrived at his "pad" I walk into his studio and there was the old guitar of long ago. I looked at it and remembered. They were the thoughts of an old man playing music in the past and encountering the musical instrument that spawned those great memories.
Broken Fingers new talent was now his keyboard. He sat down and started doing some original compositions. They were what I always loved. Latin Jazz fusion. It was like meeting an old date. An old love, as it were. Broken Fingers talents have always amazed me. We cruised into a soiree just like old times. I swear it seemed like 1966 popped into his studio and our brains and bodies shifted to 25 y. o. once again. It was worthy of a Ray Bradbury short story where that stuff happens.
The night was filled with soft boleros that just seemed to make our hands glide on the piano keys and the congas. The congas I used that night were Jazz LP congas. The kind Louis Conte uses. Hey, I thought I sounded like Louis Conte. And it was like the 40 years that escaped from our music pal life suddenly rushed in. It was like it was never gone.
I mean, what are the chances that your going to run into a friend 40 years later in a remote area of Arizona where the the lizards are kept busy escaping Road Runners and the Colorado River swiftly sails by in a trance like swiftness cool and astoundingly clear.
We will jam again tomorrow night and a report will come forthwith!
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-had a buddy myself, we did play in bands while young....
-after I mooved back to my homeplace after many years, we met and decided to do some jam, as you describe.
(he was still playing gigs in the weekends at pubs etc.)
Ufortunatly he got canser, and died at the age of 38. I still have my Gibson and Marshal, but hardly use them anymore...
-I miss my buddy!
What a story. Blog it. I know there's more to it!!
Thanks for your great comment!!
I remember back in the early 80's, and earlier.. one of my brothers had his own band, and I knew all his friends and other musicians. I knew lots of entertainment people, local Actors, TV and Radio people as well. I did my best to help great local bands, musicians, comedians and children talent groups.. to get them exposed on TV or on an event.. I did my best to expose their talents and to get them gigs (jobs).
Some people called me, The Producer, because they said, I made things happen from where there was nothing at all before.
It was seen as hard work by others, but to me, it was lots of fun. I enjoyed it.. and the experiences that came with it, and the helping out people that came with it too.
Keep on jamming, Ed. Yeah!
Have fun and let us know about it
Thanks for commenting.
Yes, I do plan on blogging more about this. It's crazy. It's like a weird dream that this would happen, but what the heck, all my dreams are crazy!!!
Again thanks, you are one sweetheart of a person!!