Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Posted in Black history, and Music
I wandered into a room at the auction house a week ago where guns were being sold. I had zero interest in any of the guns but was more curious about who would turn up. …
Posted in Music
“Someone should be playing Christmas music,” I said to my auction buddy Janet during an indoor flea market visit last weekend. The place was cold concrete floors and walls, a few skylights and windows, and…
I was going through a box lot from auction recently when I came across a few 45 rpms. Most were children’s records – “Old MacDonald,” “Clementine,” “Rudolph” (on red vinyl) and “Frosty the Snowman” on…
The organ sat there against a wall in the auction house like a grand dame – big, bulky with a little dust caked on the keys. It drew the attention of many of us as…
Posted in Broadway plays, and Music
I was dropped right smack in the middle of the 1950s last week and bathed in soul music. It wasn’t the R&B music of Booker T. & the M.G.’s or Sam and Dave or my man…
Posted in Music, and Performers
I had spotted the Hohner harmonica while digging through a box lot of junk in back of an auction house this week. There were about 10 long rows, a field of brown water-soaked boxes (and…
I hadn’t listened to much of the jazz stylings of the legendary pianist Hank Jones before he died Sunday at age 91. But since then, I’ve devoured his music because after the saxophone, the piano is my…
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I spotted it from across the room. An African mask, chalk-white, elongated face, hanging on a wall at one of my favorite auction houses on Sunday. I had seen several like it the day before,…
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I had just settled into my seat in the small theater and was reading the program when I happened to look up to see that in the darkness, a man had slipped onto the stage.…
