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<img src="cid:165A1BDC-768F-47D0-8344-7FEC695F925D@local"><img src="cid:30629687-9C6D-4865-BA77-2E5514EA1F90@local"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Hi Folks,</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Welcome to GP #3- a brand spankin’ new stash of “old” film clips scientifically designed to straighten your slacks and iron your undies!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I've been working the past several weeks cruisin' youtube for buried treasures and have rounded up another nice little pot of gold for all you YouthTubers and Grouch Potatoes to dig.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Don’t try this at home – I can do it faster & more efficiently since I’ve been collecting music on film almost as long as I been pilin’ up the vinyl. I already know what exists, and only a small fraction is up there in cyberspace.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">You wouldn't believe how much youseless, tubeless trash I've waded through, but buried deep in the swill are some real gems: clips from old movies, TV, newsreels, and documentaries containing incredible music of all styles and eras.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The concept of this little missive is that I'll post one email every week or two (or three), containing links to 5-10 brilliant old musical clips.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Anyone can join the list and start getting these posts, and anyone can leave the list by unsubscribing. No one can see your email address and it won’t be sold into slavery or shared with anyone outside of the AMHF and yours truly.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I’ve scribbled some semblance of program notes for your education and Edison-ification, which start right after the links.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; ">If you got any kind of “kind” speakers, now’s the time to plug ‘em in and turn ‘em up!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">1.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Yardbirds<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Train Kept A-Rollin”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1967</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zeza1xeWKM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zeza1xeWKM</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">2.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Carl Perkins <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Glad All Over” 1956</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSkGw6lIqk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSkGw6lIqk</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">3.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Bukka White<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Aberdeen, Mississippi Blues” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1966</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMpHHSLSlc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMpHHSLSlc</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">4.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Fats Waller & Bill “Bojangles” Robinson<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Livin’ in a Great Big Way” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1935</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-MGuYHS8rY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-MGuYHS8rY</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">5.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Baby Rose Marie<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“My Bluebird’s Singin’ the Blues”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1934</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zmok0Ugk3Fs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zmok0Ugk3Fs</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">6.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Les Paul & Mary Ford with Alastair Cooke<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“How High the Moon” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1953</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YA_RINQySU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YA_RINQySU</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">7.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Duke Ellington & His Cotton Club Orch.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Old Man Blues” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1930</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofImnBpf7aE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofImnBpf7aE</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">8.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Cannonball Adderley<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“The Work Song”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1962</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBxAC4ywaJ4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBxAC4ywaJ4</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">OK, that's the gold; here come the notes.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>You should be at least this tall to go on this ride or get least guidance from somebody else’s parents.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>If you are easily offended by any kind of off –beatnik humor and satire, you can bail on the notes.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Now fasten your seat belts and ready or not, off we go into the wild blue...</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">******************************************************</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Yardbirds<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Train Kept A-Rollin”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1967</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zeza1xeWKM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zeza1xeWKM</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Here’s one especially for the little kiddies under 70 who have yet to crawl out from under the “rock music only” wigset to dig the solid soil from which it all sprang.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This little Limey cover of the Johnny Burnette Trio’s cover of the R & B hep-cat hero Tiny Bradshaw’s smoke-stackin’, skin-singein’ 78 has 2 out of 3 of the best six-string slingers that this artificially in-seminal band ever came up with.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Jeff Beck totally rips away the film frames from the new kid on the block, Jimmy Page.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Unlike the Who’s tedious repetition of their endlessly predictable finale, the damage done here springs from the storyline and the more realistic reaction to the cause and effect of a bum amp.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The neck that gets tossed to the turf towards the happy ending nowadays would make enough gold on eBay to keep the Townsend Plan in disposable guitars for a whole tour.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Once upon a Woodstock, the old deaf boy was caught on film actually tossing his guitar “virgo intacto” to some lucky cat in the crowd.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Now that showed some class.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Now I hate to come off as a native Californian chauvinist pig (which I am), but I wouldn’t take nothin’ for my journey now and I believe “The West is the best, get here and we’ll do the rest.”</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Dig the mod–au–go–go threads on these swingin’ London derrierres, flaunting their conspicuous-consumerism that was the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>philosophical flipside of the West Coast bohemian scene as laid down for real and for thrift-store cheap at the very same time and space coordinates in the lovely little neighborhood called the Haight.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The culture that we all think of as “the world-famous sixties” emanated from Berkeley, San Francisco, Palo Alto and Santa Cruz and if you were somewhere else, you got something else that was, to those of us who were here for the chaos, not as cool.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">These expensive rags from Carnivoreby Street cost these Brit-cats each a day job that the Best Coast professional hippies couldn’t afford to bother with–especially seein’ as to how they used to be able to completely coast on less than 2000 clams a year. And like, why the hell should they do a full time forty per for 50 out of 52 when high quality antique clothes and costumes could be had for a tad in the thrifts, or for nada at the Diggers’ Free Store?</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The more brutish British youth “couture” didn’t dig that the time (especially that time) was worth way more than the money needed to score the synthetic fibers that the fascist fashionistas were pushing and peddling to the naïve natives of the mother country. I may be overly “Mary Quant contrary,” but the English “hippies” tended to be good little clueless consumers eagerly serving a sentence of forty a week just so they could be seen on the scene at a dance in a chrome-coloured coat and a pair of red and yellow striped plastic pants.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>St. Zappa sang in ‘67 “who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford to buy a pair of mod–au–go–go stretch elastic pants.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I think he had a point there and he was from L.A.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Note that until the axe gets split and has an out–of–guitar body experience, the teens move and groove at about the same speed as the current crop of Seattle hipsters who dance the freeze to generally groove-less indie-pop which is goin’ at like a screamin’ zero point zero miles per. Can you get any whiter than these frozen freaks?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Only if Ms. Medusa is making eyes atcha.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">That said, I still have a soft spot in my skull for this raucous little rock band and caught them live a couple of times, including an afternoon at the Fillmore. I was all of 18 or 19 and hadn’t scored the rare original versions yet- so I thought the tune was theirs. I’m still 18 or 19 when I’m groovin’ to this one. I can still play their version on the guitar.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Have a nice rave-up.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">2.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Carl Perkins <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Glad All Over” 1956</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSkGw6lIqk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWSkGw6lIqk</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">All the Yardbirds but Bird himself came up boppin’ to Carl Perkins–a real cool cat. He got a flat car and a hitch in the hospital tryin’ to make his way to the Sullivan show, which gave Elvis an early edge and kept him off of his blue suedes and in the backseat for a solid year–which is not where he ever belonged.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Ain’t no doubt about it, it musta been love when the rock hit my little head and heart in the third or fourth grade. I passively signed myself up for a 2 year course in rock ‘n’ roll, from the forkin’ top forty of all places, before some Dick clocked in with 30 pieces of Payola and switched it over to all the Frankies, Bobbys and other teen idles that bored me stiff and put a damper on lookin’ to the tube for any kind of solid sounds.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Rockabilly was unceremoniously removed from the radio by the evil grownups by ’59 so we kids wouldn’t grow up to become Juvenile Delinquents.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Nice try, Mr. “Father Knows Zip” (as in the TV show), but the seeds had already been sown which would sprout in just a few and with far more flying colors than their out-cold martini-mindsets could have ever conjured.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">In total desperation, I went as far as getting into classical music for a couple of choruses in and around the Stanford scene, where “good music” was a code word for Mozart and that crowd- no matter poorly it was executed. With the exception of a couple of gigs I caught when Stravinsky was bribed and showed up to shake his stick, I witnessed more executions (called recitals) than any Texas governor, bar W or his egg–suckin’ successor.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">They were very adamant that NO Gershwin need apply, ‘cause it was too accessible to the lower 7 or 8 classes, which included the unmentionable Blacks (excuse me, Negroes) and Jews so critical to the core content of America’s real classical music genres. Like all the great styles, it comes from the underclass, not from the upperclassmen and fratheads, and definitely not from the poison ivy-covered ivory towers where they were pushin’ the likes of Walter Piston till I got finally got totally pissed off.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I’m lookin’ for a classical clip as cool as this one from the Carlster that’s worth throwin’ your way, but the pickin’s are mighty slim.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Fortunately, there is no need to look at much recorded after 1964.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Luckily, before long a hip kid named Pete Clark crossed the tracks, my path and my eardrums, and steered me on to the Wolfman and the black stations that were hidin’ in the colored section of the mostly whites-only radio dial and I began to drinkin’ heavily from the “colored fountain” by ‘62.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">To keep a long story from getting very much longer, this marked the beginning of my collecting and my education. I didn’t learn shinola from school about music though I kept tryin’. You have to learn it from records and clips like these, since the books are only good after you’ve pre-dug the sounds they are writin’ about. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Maybe someday they’ll teach the good stuff startin’ in grade school, but I wouldn’t be waitin’ under water for that day without a large economy size tank or two of 02 to help see you through.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">3.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Bukka White<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Aberdeen, Mississippi Blues” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1966</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMpHHSLSlc">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMpHHSLSlc</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">After waxing “Streamline Special” and a small gaggle of slippery slide masterpieces in the dawn before the “second” in a series of Great Wars, this black man named White was unearthed early in the sixties search for the old masters of the country blues.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Naturally, St. Christopher Strachwitz was one of the first (with John Fahey) to pony up the pennies to post this primitive into and onto the grooves of a Classic Arhoolie LP--which can still be had directly from this Silesian–American daddy-o.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Nobody in the nation pulled more rhythm out of a National guitar than Booker T. Washington White on this sweet little shorty from sixties.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Catch The Man’s hands as he whomps them wires on down.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">There wouldn’t be no rock ‘n’ roll without this kind a shit goin’ down first.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">4.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Fats Waller & Bill “Bojangles” Robinson<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Livin’ in a Great Big Way” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1935</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-MGuYHS8rY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-MGuYHS8rY</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The original “Fat Man” of the ivories was really hittin’ his stride and his jive in ’35, for his first foray into filmsville with none other than the “Mayor of Harlem,” Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, who was already well known to the Northern “lights” from stealin’ scenes from the tiniest upstager, little Shirley Temple.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The Southern “lights” were clueless since studio censors sliced their sweet stompin’ right out of her features for fear that any kind of white girl would be tarnished by any kind of proximity to a black cat with only two talented legs–let alone to go shinin’ a light on the frames where they were holding hands.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Generally tagged as Top Tap Cat of all time, Bill tapped out the beats from his big black hand to her little white one, so she could pick up on the rhythm for her footsies to follow.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Maybe the Dixiecraps were onto somethin’ after all, since Shirley later scribbled down that she loved that old man, like the most!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">By the by, the evicted chick-let is Jeni LeGon from way outside of the outskirts of Gonesville, USA, a suburb just south of Nowhere Fast. If you Giggle the internet you can find a few lines to the effect that after this, her first feature, she danced a few more feet of film before dumping the whole song and dance routine for some dramatic roles--including the classic creeper “I Walked with a Zombie.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Having danced with Tapman & Waller on her first go ‘round, she laid down a hard riff to beat out for top billing in the Wicki-Wacki Pedia should they ever get hip enough to slip her a page.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">5.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Baby Rose Marie<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“My Bluebird’s Singin’ the Blues”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1934</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zmok0Ugk3Fs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zmok0Ugk3Fs</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Little Shirley T. may have sparkled plenty, but this hip little kitten got all the way down, and dug deeply into the likes of Bessie Smith and Cab Calloway. Comin’ up the in the depths of what now appears to be the first in a series of Great Depressions, she conquered the airwaves while Little Miss Temple became the ruling Fox for Samuel Goldwyn and the 20th Century Studio Cats flicker factory in Hollywoodland, CA.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Outside of the small crowd that caught BRM’s act during last days of Vaudeville, until she made the scene on the silver screen, huge swaths of the general public thought she was really a full-sized female ‘cause her cords rang too lowdown and loose for such a sweet little papoose.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">After the usual child star crash and burn, she flipped a Phoenix and finagled her way onto the idiot box in the glory days of Camelot as the wise-cracking, bleach blondie, hubby-hunting Sally Rogers on the almost hip, but straight, “Dick Van Dyke Show.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Even then, she still swung out with one of the biggest basso-profundos in the whole wide mother-mundo</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">6.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Les Paul & Mary Ford with Alastair Cooke<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“How High the Moon” 1953</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YA_RINQySU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YA_RINQySU</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Here’s another fabulous film find from my faithful high-tech sidekick and saddle-sortie pal on this quazy quest, John Gilmore.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Most of you major musicheads are sick of picking up on the now tedious tale of Sir Paul and the Ur days of multi-tracking, but here they are in fifty-fuckin’ three, demonstrating “The New Sound of Les Paul & Mary Ford,” in front of your own eyeballs and earlobes just as it was going down in real time with one of the cooler 50s TV host-us Cookies that ever descended a staircase not even in the nude.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Alastair’s son John played bluegrass with Harvard’s Charles River Valley Boys, most famously on the 1966 novelty LP, “Beatle Country” which turned the Fab Four’s grass blue long after they were already grazin’ on the green.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Little John followed that act with an attempt to road manage her most unmanageable highness, Janis Joplin. Shows what kind of trouble a Harvard sheepskin and a bluegrass addiction can get you into–since he became a roads scholar.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">How many of you spotted the cute little guitar with the Bigsby tail that’s worth a few thousand double-dozen super-smackers today, even if it hadn’t been his? Three years later, (check the GP#3’s second clip), Carl Perkins is drivin’ the exact same model.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I rate this (on a scale of 1-10) an e-z<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>11 and a half swinging solid bodies, buddy.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">By the wayside, Les wasn’t the first to release an overdubbed effort.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The engineers at the RCA studios were neglecting their locomotives and goofin’ around with this frantic fomula in the lab one day when the first very first jazz virtuoso, New Orleans Creole kitty, Sidney Bechet, fell in on these studio studs.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Tape recording was absolutely unknownsville outside of Naziland, so the Sidster whipped it onto serial wax discs for 5 in a row, on my Grand-mammy’s 53rd birth of the cool day, April 18, 1941, no less.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">7. Duke Ellington & His Cotton Club Orch. “Old Man Blues” 1930</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofImnBpf7aE">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofImnBpf7aE</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">This is one of the “hipper clippers” I’ve been able to nip from the net, and is from the Golden Era of Harlem’s ‘jungle music” period, when it was cool for jazz to be hot–PERIOD!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Dig!<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>For those of you that are keepin’ score, that’s Art Wentzel, Freddy Jenkins and Cootie Williams blowing their brains out through their trumpets, Tricky Sam Nanton & Juan Tizol are teasin’ the two trombones, Johnny Hodges, Harry Carney and Barney Bigard are wreckin’ the reed section, and the rhythm boys are the Duke on the pianola,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Freddy Guy is the guy on the guitar, Wellman Braud is badddd on the doghouse bass and Sonny Greer grins & grooves behind a paleozoic drum kit.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I’m hip that the critics spill an awful lot of ink over his 1939-42 combo, but most of the original “jungle” cast are right up front here–blowin’ their gold right before your very eyesockets.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This little congregation was “hotter” and much more “over-the-top” than the later Orchestra, in fact, this band burned to beat the banned.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>They hadn’t yet become darlings of the critics, since there weren’t any in 1930, nor had they been influenced by their “white” writing, since unlike most of the leading honkers, the first generation of writers were pretty much all semi-hip honkies, at best.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Check the 20’s hipsters! How cool it was to be young, white and diggin’ the Duke back in the days of Hawaiian ukes and bootleg puke, when the flappers were flippin’ and flaskin’ and profits were pilin’ up in bales in the back room of the famous Cotton Club.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It was the cats pajamas, the bee’s knees and 23-skiddoo all put together!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Like the old song sorta says, “Hail, hail, the gangs(ters) are all here! What the hell do we care, what the hell do we care.”</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Maybe we should have cared, ‘cause while the government prohibition-promoters were stackin’ the kickbacks, and bankin’ the bribes, the bad guys were electin’ their own and takin’ over the whole show. Their grand-gangster kids have been in the re-run business since well before Nixon hipped us all that he wasn’t a “crook.”</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">What a crooked crock of crap–especially now that the whole country’s piggy bank is runnin’ on empty, with Endsville creepin’ up on the horizon’s radar screen–scene. I’m thinkin’ Lincoln would say, “It’s time to tax that Ex-lax and free the salves and the slaves.”</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">8.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Cannonball Adderley<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“The Work Song”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>1962</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBxAC4ywaJ4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBxAC4ywaJ4</a></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">The original host of the “Tonight Show,” Steve Allen, was actually hip.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He had the juice to get a for real contemporary jazz show on the Network, but in the brand new 1962 America, “the land of the fleeced,” the hipsters were far too few and the sheep were stuck in the square sewer of commercial TV-land weren’t ready for much beyond Dixieland and Swing.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Cannonball’s Sextet nails one of his brother Nat’s big royalty-rakers, makin’ him a nose full of nickels with nary a nod to showbiz or TV BS.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>They play completely straight ahead with not a single square visible through the Viewmaster or workin’ anywhere on the set to bring the whole program down. In my own little dream house in Sleepsville, they would have worked in a couple of choruses with Oscar Brown singing, but this band is enough to wash and wax my peepers for keepers.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Joe Zawinul plays a mean piano solo minus the plug– years before he had to walk to school for miles (and Miles) and electric light-years before he had to report for duty with the Weather-men.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Stick around for the credits and take in a tour of some of the swinginest front porches of the era’s jazz clubs.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It’s sweet to eyeball the places where so many classics were waxed (and more often, not waxed) and to check out all the 1962 jazz cats and kittens.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">If you aren’t already holding, bop on down to the local Disc Den and scarf up a copy of Oscar’s “Sin & Soul.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This is not an elective, it is a required text at the AMHF and GlennsPicks.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>After you’ve sounded those sides, slip on out of the recovery room post-haste and start marchin’ through (but not in front of) the rest of O.B. Jr.’s canon. Better beware though, ‘cause it will lay a big sound on your nervous system before it takes you back to “cool.”</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I still have a few sealed original pressings of one of Oscar’s personal favorite vinyl LP’s “Joy.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He asked me to pick up every copy I could score for him, which amounted to several small stacks over the centuries, but he checked out before I could whip this last little stash on him.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>They’re a dime each ($10), plus $4 for the Stamp Tax and the mailer, while they last.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I just used up all my Aztechnology chops and Giggled the net to troll for “Joy” CD’s” and found there was Nathan Shakin’ in the digital do-mainline so it’s vinyl or nothin’.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Is there still anyone out there who hasn’t got the word that vinyl (let alone sealed vinyl) stomps digital into the dirt? CDs are for convenience, not for fidelity.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>If its worth hearing, it’s worth hearing right. So send your box tops in by midnight tomorrow and I’ll whip a copy onya.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">At the AMHF, we take care of the original analog records.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>They are the hard copies and the analog masters of our planet’s culture.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Meanwhile, here’s a Howard’s ‘hip tip” to guarantee that you get at least the bare minimum of a maximum wig flip from all the film clips: This stuff is ALL good, but maybe your taste–buds and taste–buddys have hangups about all those “other” kinds of music that are not the relatively few styles you’ve been using up all your minutes on. Take at least 3 turns on each link before you give it up and if you still don’t dig it, you can crawl back in your hole knowin’ that at least you tried to get it. Expanding your musical horizons has never been, and will never get any easier than it will be here at GlennsPicks.</div></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Catch you later, when I swing back with some more hot links.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>They’ll be as cool as a one-sided Sousa 78 - smooth on the flipside and one big groove up front.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Are there any groups I haven’t offended yet? ––Mort Sahl</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Later for that, cats & kittens,</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Glenn Howard</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; min-height: 14px; "><br></div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; "><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">=======================================</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">Glenn Allen Howard</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">Founder, Curator</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">American Musical Heritage Foundation</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'"><br></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">(831) 335-4356 </font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">PO Box 66224</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">Santa Cruz County CA 95067</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'"><br></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">(360) 691-2105 </font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">PO Box 163</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'">Arlington, WA 98223</font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'"><br></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'American Typewriter'"><a href="mailto:glennallenhoward@yahoo.com">glennallenhoward@yahoo.com</a></font></div><div><br></div></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></span><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></span></span></span></span> </div><br></body></html>