To me Henry Franklin is so great. We played together with the Afro-Blues Quintet + One on numerous occasions. Bill Henderson was on piano. We played @ a place down on MLK Blvd called Memory Lane. It was exhilarating for me because we were playing to a crowd who really understood the music...
On Time @ That Time
posted by jakefeinbergshow
In Lucky Week #3The JFS heard from the most gifted percussionist in all the land, Ms. Bobbye Hall. She grew up in Detroit listening to Sunday Sermons from CL Franklin and played cungas on Marvin Gaye's Inner City Blues before she had a drivers license. She was raised by MoTown (George...
Turn, Turn, TurnR...
posted by jakefeinbergshow
As I turn 36 years old it is apparent that I have found my voice. This was a relatively slow growing process that continues and will for years to come. Finding my voice has put me in some unscrupulous positions along the way And I can say with certainty that I played a role in getting...
The Last Jazzers
posted by jakefeinbergshow
How do you create a time capsule? The short answer is - you can't. But for Romantics like me there is a way. Except that "way" hibernated for a long time. My appreciation for configurations, role players, and unsung heroes stemmed from my love of sports. When I was a kid I would cut out...
Really The Blues ...
posted by jakefeinbergshow
"David Clayton Thomas is an incredible life story. He was a golden gloves fighter and a pretty big boy maybe a light heavyweight. He was abused by his father very badly. He used to beat him with a 2x4 when David was bad. Well once David got to be about 16 all of sudden he was like 180 lbs...
Big Youth
posted by jakefeinbergshow
Grow up big youth. You never get old or young again. You can only live in the moment with brackets and gold plated teeth with a smile from ear to ear. Gimme Some More Big Youth so I can be young again and dream the dream of breathing without thinking while still holding a dialogue with those...
Jake’s Take: O...
posted by jakefeinbergshow
The consolidation of radio programming across the entire broadband has slowly moved us towards conformity and uniform dissemination of information. Not just in spoken word but in the language of music. Every time I'm in the cozy confines of Arizona Public Media I walk past shelves of records...
