Harry,
I'm not addicted to music the way you are. In the car I listen to novels on tape. I can't
read when music's going unless its Muzak or something I can do without. Every
Friday I go down to the rare books room of MSU libraries, where a guitarist, an
accordianist, and sometimes a bassman await. We try to run through six new tunes
out of a fakebook, playing two choruses per tune, an in-chorus establishing the
tune, and a jazz chorus. We've been doing it for more than ten years and we've run
through seven fakebooks.It is ALWAYS a happy time.
When Freddy was fourteen he was huge and they had him playing the sousaphone in
the ACHS marching band. The band director, John Jaquish, was an American Legion buddy of my father's and he suggested that Bobby (age 8) and I (age 10) might enjoy summer
music lessons at two bucks a wreek apiece. Bob got some city drumsticks and I
got a city clarinet. We were not particularly talented but we plugged away. In high school
we played in the band and worked at dances. When I was 16 I took a 7-day-a-week
summer job playing saxophone and clarinet with an old man drummer and old lady pianist at
the Erin Isle Cafe. When I was seventeen I took a job at the Paddock International (International
was a code word meaning blacks were allowed as patrons as well as employees( Our pianist
was an incredinbly talented black lady from Philadelphia, Bobby (15) was on drums, and
Mort Peterson played bass. I'm guessing that we were awful, but it was 1943 and all
the real musicians were in the service. Freddy made up cards saying "Mush Crane, His
Loud Saxophone and His Lousy Orchestra." The following two summers I was in the Navy.
Fast forward a dozen years to 1955. I have a PhD and have been teaching college for
five years. I try out for a job with the house band at WJIM-TV for the "Country House
Matinee". There I met a brilliant guitarist named Teddy Birchfield and a wonderful bassman,
Tommy Crittenden. We each made ten bucks an hour, which was a hell of a lot in those
days. I have to join the union. I stay in for 52 years. I just quit this month. Tommy and Teddy
taught me all I know about chord changes. WJIMTV was the only station on the air in
Lansing in 1955. The show ran 2-3 PM five days a week. Housewives stopped me in
Krogers and acted as uf they knew me. Mom learned to put up with it. I made enough
money from that and from working weekends in a Howell honkytonk Fridays and Saturdays
(our neighbor, pianist Art Carney, got us the gig) to pay off the house at 129 Gunson Street
in three years. For two years after that we saved on housing, enough money actually to
put down on the 5 bedroom bomb shelter where we live today. Your birth inspired us to move
to bigger quarters. I played on the only TV station in a town where there were many musicians more
qualified than me, but Lansing musicians all support themselves with day gigs. Teddy worked
nights setting type at the State Journal, Tommy was only casually employed. I taught a morning
schedule at MSU. I became locally famous and got a lot of work and got to know and be
known by the local jazz community. Fast forward to 1970, when the Faculty Club is holding
a roaring twenties party and asks me to put together a dixieland group. This is contemporaneous
with "Member of the Wedding". I put together the G 6 + 1 (I was younger then than you are
now), and over the years we replaced only those people who died (Brainard, Sidnell, Sandefur, Thornburg) or moved to Arizona (Reed). That leaves Faunce and me. I resigned as leader thirteen
months ago. Since tehn we've had two gigs. I got one. He got the other. We became a part
of the football scene for 30 years on campus and in venues from Boston to Honolulu, and
we're written into the hsiory of the U in articles and on plaques. I love to play but I never liked
the kindergarten teacher aspects of being a bandleader. I'm not a natural musician and at times
I'm not even a good musician, but Godammit, I love to play.I loved especially the week we followed the team to El Paso, and I was reunited with Bobby after forty years. He was a not-bad drummer;
actually I preferred him to Brainard.And, as I say, Right now I get to play at least fifty times a year. Aint no bad thing.