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
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
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,… Continue Reading I’ll give you a hundred bucks for it right now!
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