Giving Credit Where It's Due

Todd Boyd in his theroot.com article discussed the demise of Vibe magazine. He called the hip-hop culture publication "the brainchild of Quincy Jones." I have no problem with that but he completely overlooked music journalist Scott Poulson-Bryant, a founding editor of the magazine. Poulson-Bryant, an openly gay man, stated in his book Hung: A Meditation on the Measure of Black Men in America (Doubleday, 2005) that "I named Vibe magazine Vibe." Hip-hop culture is notoriously homophobic and it would have been a good idea to acknowledge that a major publication devoted to it was named by a member of a much-maligned but influential group. Let's give credit where it's due.

Saturday Is Record Store Day

I still cherish the cover art and sound of vinyl records even though it has been many years since I set foot in a store that sold records and accessories like phonograph needles and spindle adaptors. Plus many of the stores in New York that I patronized like Discomat, King Karol, and Colony are long gone. Target is the only store I've been to where I've seen a vinyl record like Marvin Gaye's What's Going On for sale (at double or triple the original price). But no one would consider Target a record store.

That brings me to why I'm writing this blog post. It's to remind you that Saturday, April 18, is Record Store Day. So anyone fortunate to have a record store near them can stop by and buy a vinyl record or more.

Thankfully, I had the good sense to hold on to my LPs and 45s. I'm now able to play them on a portable record player that I bought at a now out-of-business Bed, Bath, & Beyond store in Harlem seven or eight years ago. The record player plays records in all three speeds-- 33, 45, and 78.

A little more than two weeks ago I found on 106th Street, near Columbus Avenue, some discarded records. The albums that interested me the most were the ones by such jazz notables as Charlie Parker, Johnny Hodges, Louis Armstrong, and Duke Ellington. In that pile of records was a five-disc set called Collector's Classic History of Jazz, as well as Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, one of my favorite classical music compositions. On the record, Stravinsky conducts the orchestra.

Jazz Music's Special Month

Since April is National Jazz Appreciation Month, there are many ways for die-hard jazz lovers  to celebrate this iconic, American-born music's global reach and influence. Among those ways are attending a live performance (in a club or outdoors); financially supporting a jazz radio station like Newark, New Jersey's WBGO; buying a jazz record or CD; watching a jazz-related movie (fictional or documentary); reading a history book on jazz or a biography of a jazz great like Sarah Vaughan, Thelonious Monk, Duke Ellington, Miles Davis, Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong; buying a postcard, poster, or artwork with a jazz theme.

Let's help make this month a truly memorable Jazz Appreciation Month.

Don't forget that April 30 is International Jazz Day and is celebrated in various countries around the world. In 2011, that day was declared as such by UNESCO (the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization).

Happy Jazz Appreciation Month!

Spring Is Here!

Today is the first day of spring! Goodbye, winter. Hello, spring. Good to see you again. What took you so long?

Now that you are finally here, I can look forward to sitting on a bench in Central Park (my favorite New York park) or Morningside Park with a good book and something cool and refreshing to drink. Maybe I should put together a Spring Reading List. And a summer one, too.

I Hated High School Gym Class

During my high school days in Southern California (at Centennial High in Compton, to be specific), I was not into sports and lacked athletic ability. In fact, I absolutely hated gym class. For me, spending time in the school library would have been preferable. Whenever it rained I was glad because that meant we didn't have to change into our gym clothes (white T-shirt, blue shorts, white socks, and high-top sneakers). The entire gym period would be spent sitting in the locker room until the next bell rang and we went to our next class. 

Since this was California, it didn't rain much. And on the days when it didn't, I would sometimes decide to skip gym altogether, joining a few other boys walking around the grassy field for an hour until it was time to go to the next class.

If recent storms in California had happened back then, I would have considered those storms a blessing.

"In The Life" 's 40th Anniversary

October of this year will mark the 40th anniversary of In the Life, the groundbreaking black gay anthology edited by Joseph Beam and published by Alyson Books in 1986.

Radio Before The Internet

Back in the day, a radio buff like me could sit up late at night to hear radio stations as far away as San Francisco, Spokane (Washington), and Oklahoma City. Listening to those stations brought me joy although it could be a frustrating experience because of the static and the fading in and out of the radio signals. How clear they sounded depended on the station's distance from my home, which at the time was in Southern California. Stations like KOGO and KFMB in San Diego came in clearer because they were in a city closer to the Los Angeles area.

If the Internet had existed in the 1960s, I would have been able to hear all the disc jockeys I read about in the national music magazines like Teen Life. Among those deejays would have been Jerry Blavat (Philadelphia), Ron Riley (Chicago), Arnie "Woo Woo" Ginsburg (Boston), Johnny Rabbitt (St. Louis), Hal Jackson (Newark, New Jersey), and Murray the K (New York). I would have had a ball.

It's possible now to hear many of these radio personalities via archived airchecks on YouTube and other websites, but it's not the same as hearing them in real time. Unfortunately, many of these deejays are no longer alive.

One of the deejays I was able to hear clearly was Wolfman Jack when he had yet to become a household name. He played R&B (or soul music) on a super powerful Mexican station, XERB. At the time I thought he was black because of his gravelly, down-home way of talking. I later learned he was a white guy whose real name was Bob Smith. That didn't bother me, he became one of my favorite deejays.