EveryMann

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  1. The guitar corner

    Yup--Easton Avenue in New Brunswick. I still have copies of his Black Sun Tabloid quarterly mailings stashed away somewhere.
  2. The guitar corner

    Great thread! I have skimmed through many of the pages today to while away the idle moments here at work (shhhhh). I've cashed out of my high-dollar guitars long ago, keeping only a Frankenberry guitar I made out of parts from City Lights Music in the 1980s, and for sake of sentimentality, the very first (1970s) Telecaster I bought second-hand back in high school. And this 1965 Mosrite bass. I'm not much of a bass player--and the only amp I own now is a little 1960s Ampeg Jet--but it's relaxing to pull this out every few months and wheedle out some Tommy Cogbill runs through those ancient flatwounds that date back to the Clinton administration. It has an interesting history and I have some old emails I exchanged with Andy Moseley where he remembers this one being custom-ordered in 1964/65, and they ended up making 3 guitars and 2 other basses in this color out of the same can of paint. Maybe not a concentric-knob Jazz Bass in terms of value or playability, but as for coolness, it's the barometer by which all else is measured. PS-- Here's the Frankenberry I made in the 1980s. Coffin case made by someone named Strang Rodstiehl, current whereabouts unknown.
  3. who's Babs Gonzales?

    I thought I'd owned all of Babs' 78s at one point or another, but I'd never even heard of those two London issues. As for the St Louis Blues/Prelude to a Nightmare record you reference, you certainly can't say Babs didn't have some heavy hitters playing on his sessions. My record buying days are pretty much behind me, but I did pick up an original copy of the Voila LP a year or so back with the record in really nice condition, but the cover marked down by the seller for "writing on cover"...which was actually done by Babs himself.
  4. who's Babs Gonzales?

    Amazing--that cache of Babs' autobiographies at Norton you reference came from me. I was living in what was originally a walk-in closet in the Ansonia building on the UWS of Manhattan and working at a restaurant downtown @1995. On my way in one afternoon, there was a guy selling old paperback books on a table set up outside the subway at 72nd & Broadway; I would have walked right past if the retina-searing cover of "i, paid my dues" hadn't jolted me to attention. I knew Babs put out some records on Blue Note, and thumbing through the pages there, I was hooked. I bought the few copies that were there on the table, and the next morning I found myself outside this guy's apartment up in Morningside Heights where I acquired the last 2 boxes (200 books) at $1 each he had left that Babs had evidently given him as collateral at some point for borrowed $$ that was never repaid. It's the most brain-sprainingly entertaining book I have ever read. He puts random words in caps that don't seem to convey emphasis, and he will completely throw big-time musicians right under the bus, but then change the name of some random woman he picked up while waiting for a table at a restaurant ("we shall call her Lu so as to protect her identity") of someone nobody would know anyhow. I have re-read it many times: if 1/5th of the tales he tells are true, then Babs lived an amazing life. Anyway, I brought one box over to Billy & Miriam's Norton HQ in Brooklyn where I swapped it for a stack of King label & Bo Diddley LPs. From the box I kept, I've given them out to friends over the years, and it has just come to my attention that even used copies are commanding pretty big money at this point on the popular auction site (though I'm not sure if anyone is actually paying the asking prices). I still have @20 copies left. His records aren't quite up to par with his tome, but I do have Weird Lullaby--with Tadd Dameron tickling the ivories--in my 78 juke. That one really speaks to me.