I wish I could put hyperlinks into the jpg of these scans, then as you read the name of the band you can click and listen, instead of scrolling down to the video. I tried scanning some into PDFs using word recognition or whatever it’s called, but that didn’t work. Hyperlinks would be possible if I retyped everything, but that’s not going to happen.
Speaking of typing, I typed a letter to a childhood friend on Grandpop’s 70 year old typewriter the other day; my hands still hurt. I gave up using the normal asdf jkl;method Mr. Taylor taught us in 9th grade and used the two index fingers like Grandpop did and Dad still does; it’s the only way with that beast! But I love the font, so all my cards and letters will be typed on it from now on.
Every time I hear the SpongeBob tune, which is more often than I should admit, it bugs me that I know it from somewhere; now I know where.
Second in the series of 22 articles by Lawson E. Parker.
Grandpop BROKE his records??? I guarantee Great-grandpop didn’t know about this! However, I don’t recall Great-grandpop ever listening to or talking about any music whatsoever, so maybe he didn’t care.
Here is the first mention of my dad, Joe, the “son with a knowledge of electronics.” He was a freshman at U.F. studying electrical engineering when Grandpop wrote this, and though my dad does love his father’s music, he also loved swing, which Grandpop disliked as “ear-rending modern jazz.” I love all of it, but I also like everything that came after, and Dad doesn’t… except of course Dave Brubeck and Erroll Garner.
Grandpop just taught me a new term: blind pig. It’s a speakeasy. I bet Great-grandpop never knew about THAT visit!
And FYI, the Dixie Land Jass Band is the correct name, not a typo (Grandpop didn’t make typos). The band changed the spelling to “Jazz” in their second year.
I have trouble imagining my Grandpop as a 13 year old, let alone playing THIS on the piano.
“Ear-rending modern jazz”? Really, Grandpop? What did you think of rock and roll that hit the airwaves soon after you wrote this?
This is the first of my grandfather Lawson E. Parker’s 22 week series -from October, 1954 to March 27, 1955 -in which he expounds upon his thoughts about one of the most important thing in his life: music. These appeared in the Fort Lauderdale Sunday News, the Sunday edition of the Fort Lauderdale News (known as the Daily News and Evening Sentinal until 1953) where he was a music reviewer, columnist, and news editor. His wife Berenice I. Parker, my grandmother, was a classical music reviewer and social columnist for the same paper, which today is called the Fort Lauderdale Sun-Sentinal.
Ironically, I am currently listening to the so-called “cool sounds”… of “modern” jazz and what he calls the -crying, moaning, wailing of today’s vocalists(Peggy Lee is just finishing up “Fever”; I believe Nat ‘King’ Cole is next). He would hate most of my Pandora channels, but I DO have a Bob Crosby channel and a Bix Beiderbecke channel. Here is a very modern tune of which I think Grandpop, his son (my dad), and his 11 great-grandchildren would approve.
I love that he refers to his baseball years, when he was 7 to 15 (that’s 100 years ago!!). He never told us about sneaking in to see Ty Cob play at Navin Field, but the Detroit Tigers were ALWAYS on the television. He would not be happy about Tiger Stadium today…
Just like Grandpop, I can neither “play boogie-woogie like Jimmy Yancey or catch a fly ball.” His sarcasm gene didn’t skip any generations, either.