the transfiguration of young man mose allison

DUR­ING THE BRITISH IN­VA­SION OF 1964–1966, 'se­ri­ous' in­for­ma­tion on the British groups—in fact, on rock & roll artists in general—was very hard to come by for we Amer­i­can fans. Fans had to turn to the teeny­bop­per fan mags of the era for any trans­fig­u­ra­tion of their tastes from the or­di­nary to the ex­tra­or­di­nary. The dearth of mean­ing­ful data was the op­po­site of the overkill of info that has been the hall­mark of pub­li­ca­tions in the cur­rent “celebrity cul­ture,” which has been made even worse by the In­ter­net. Fifty years ago, there were the trade pub­li­ca­tions Bill­board, Cash Box, Record World,… Con­tinue Read­ing the trans­fig­u­ra­tion of young man mose al­lison

the glorious life and inglorious death of jaco pastorius

TO MANY MU­SI­CIANS AND FANS, John Fran­cis An­thony Pas­to­rius III—Jaco to every­one who knew him—was ar­guably the most in­ven­tive and most in­flu­en­tial elec­tric jazz bass-player of the past forty years. His flair in both play­ing his in­stru­ment and in on­stage per­for­mance earned him the nick­name the 'Jimi Hen­drix of the bass.' He came to promi­nence for his solo work and for hold­ing down the fu­sion flights of Weather Re­port from 1976 through 1981.  My first jazz-rock fu­sion al­bum was Miles Davis's Bitches Brew, which I bought new in 1970. It was ef­fec­tively the al­bum that kicked off the fu­sion move­ment of the early '70s, be­com­ing Davis's… Con­tinue Read­ing the glo­ri­ous life and in­glo­ri­ous death of jaco pas­to­rius

I'll give you a hundred bucks for it right now!

THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV­ER­AVEST STO­RIES about in­ter­act­ing with a col­lec­tor at a con­ven­tion. For the most part, I learned far more from col­lec­tors than they learned from me in these face-to-face ex­changes: what­ever I heard of value went into my price guides. But there were in­stances where I was of value to a col­lec­tor. In this case, I may have—get this!—forever al­tered the way one col­lec­tor viewed the hobby and the busi­ness of col­lect­ing records. I may have, in fact, changed a life! So, here's that story—and it's so per­fect you'll prob­a­bly think that I made it up! But first, let… Con­tinue Read­ing I'll give you a hun­dred bucks for it right now!

fighting over jutta hipp at a record collectors convention

WAY BACK IN THE HOARY '90s, I at­tended a cou­ple of record col­lec­tors con­ven­tions on the East Coast. One was in New York, one in Vir­ginia, both within days of each other in 1996. Set­ting up as a dealer at an East Coast show was some­thing that I hadn't done since leav­ing Penn­syl­va­nia eigh­teen years ear­lier! I'd sold at one Rock of Ages show in New York be­fore Bar­bie (and yes, she was a doll!) and I pointed our over­bur­dened '73 Comet west­ward and didn't look back. 1 The first show in '96 was in a large hotel ball­room… Con­tinue Read­ing fight­ing over jutta hipp at a record col­lec­tors con­ven­tion