- Maynard Ferguson “Do you mind if I listen in for awhile?”
- “Warren’s America”-Warren Wiebe Vocals-Daniel May Piano
- When Alligator Jack heard the jingle he said, “Gay-ree that you song you did for me is funkier than 10 yards of damp zoo dirt!” And then he started to laugh..Heh-heh-heh.
- Harry Lookofsky…“When you asked the contractor for me to play on your session today,who did you ask for,Harry Lookofsky or the guy with the hat?”
- As he handed me the keys he smiled and asked, “So, Mr. Michaels whatd’ya think,now ? Am I the best in Jefferson?” And then he held his head back and laughed. I said, “No, Mr. Hicks you are the best, period.”
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Monthly Archives: January 2011
When Alligator Jack heard the jingle he said, “Gay-ree that you song you did for me is funkier than 10 yards of damp zoo dirt!” And then he started to laugh..Heh-heh-heh.
If I live to be 200 I will never meet another person the likes of Alligator Jack. The Alligator had a successful barbecue restaurant on the South Side of Chicago. After being robbed 18 times over the course of five … Continue reading
Harry Lookofsky…“When you asked the contractor for me to play on your session today,who did you ask for,Harry Lookofsky or the guy with the hat?”
When I was working with Rod McBrien in the late 1970′s and early 1980′s I did a lot of recording in New York. I got the opportunity to work with a number of the members of Toscanini’s famed NBC Symphony … Continue reading
As he handed me the keys he smiled and asked, “So, Mr. Michaels whatd’ya think,now ? Am I the best in Jefferson?” And then he held his head back and laughed. I said, “No, Mr. Hicks you are the best, period.”
I had driven all night long to get from Des Moines to Louisville. I had an 11:00 AM appointment at a bank in Bardstown, Ky which was about an hour’s drive outside of Louisville. It was 8:00 AM as I drove into Jefferson,Indiana which … Continue reading
It was like a scene from a movie as I walked behind the honor guard from the little country church to the cemetery located a short distance away. There were no lights. There were no cameras. This wasn’t a movie. This was real.
It was a cold November morning in southern Missouri. I was serving honor guard duty as a trumpet player from the 399th Army Band from Ft. Leonard Wood. It was one of those gray “wintry” days where you don’t know if it’s going … Continue reading
My Old Kentucky Friend… “Now, I’m just a country boy. I like your music and I’d like to do some business with you but we have a real problem here. It’s my pen. My pen won’t even write a number as high as the price you quoted me.”
The minute I crossed the Ohio River into Kentucky I knew I was going to love the state. Kentucky is beautiful, especially in the Fall. I had an appointment with a bank in Versailles to show them a branding campaign I had … Continue reading
On that beautiful Minnesota Autumn morning as I listened to Norm Tallackson humbly reflecting back on his life’s work in his community, I remember thinking, “These are the kind of people that I want to work with.”
It was a beautiful brisk Minnesota morning back in the Autumn of 1980 as Sy Foss, the President of the Bank of Willmar, Minnesota and I made the five block walk to Norm’s Tallackson’s office. As we walked, there was a slight … Continue reading
Custer’s Last Artist… “I’ve seen Rembrandts, Van Goghs and Picassos up close and personal but I never saw anything like this.”
It was early Friday afternoon and I had just finished up a successful brand marketing meeting with First National Bank in Buffalo, Wyoming. Now it was time once again, to play my favorite Wyoming driving game,“Count the Antelope,” as I headed north up … Continue reading