Archive for May, 2008

Jimmy McGriff: Philly’s Own


From today’s Philadelphia Inquirer Obituary, written by music critic Dan DeLuca:

James H. “Jimmy” McGriff Jr., 72, a master of the Hammond B-3 organ who scored gospel-powered 1960s instrumental hits with Ray Charles’ “I’ve Got a Woman” and his own “All About My Girl,” died of complications from multiple sclerosis on Saturday at Voorhees Center Genesis.
Mr. McGriff’s hard-driving, funky playing was pivotal in making Philadelphia the capital of the jazz-organ world. His sound put him in the company of such other Philadelphia-area jazz organ greats as Camden’s Richard “Groove” Holmes, Norristown’s Jimmy Smith, and Philadelphians Bill Doggett, Trudy Pitts, Shirley Scott, and Joey and “Papa John” DeFrancesco.

Yet Mr. McGriff was always quick to note the gospel and blues elements in his music.

“They talk about who taught me this and who taught me that,” the musician, who grew up worshiping at Eastern Star Baptist Church in East Germantown, told AllAboutJazz.com in 2000. “But the basic idea of what I’m doing on the organ came from the church. That’s how I got it, and I just never dropped it.”

Mr. McGriff’s many collaborators included saxophonist Hank Crawford, drummer Bernard “Pretty” Purdie, and bluesman Junior Parker. “They’ve always considered me a jazz organist, which I am not,” he once said. “I’m more of a blues player. That’s what I really feel.”

Born in Germantown, Mr. McGriff played the piano at 5 – both parents played – and later took up drums, vibes, bass and saxophone. He served in the Army in Korea during the Korean War, and after his discharge he was a member of the Philadelphia Police Department for two years, riding with a motorcycle unit while moonlighting with a band.

In 1956 he bought his first Hammond B-3 organ. He studied at the Juilliard School in New York, Combs College of Music in Philadelphia, and Temple University.

“Jimmy absorbed the sound of the B-3 organ,” Pitts, who will perform at a memorial for Mr. McGriff on Sunday, said yesterday in an interview.

“And he brought something to it that was unique because of his church background, that was about what was in your spirit, and what he had to share. He had that hallelujah gospel feeling.”

In 1961, McGriff and his trio recorded Charles’ “I’ve Got a Woman,” a song that was also a hit for Elvis Presley and would go on to be the basis for Kanye West’s 2005 hit “Gold Digger.”

He would go on to record almost 100 albums and perform in clubs and at concerts all over the world. He played with Count Basie, Wynton Marsalis and Dizzy Gillespie, and toured and recorded with Buddy Rich for two years in the ’70s.

Mr. McGriff grew up in Germantown and graduated from Simon Gratz High School. He later lived in New York City; in Connecticut, where he boarded a horse; and in Newark, N.J., where he owned a supper club. For the last 20 years he had lived in Voorhees.

In 1994 he married Margaret Norfleet. Though his multiple sclerosis was diagnosed in 1996, Mr. McGriff performed until last year, his wife said, and recorded four albums since becoming ill, including McGriff Avenue in 2002 and Live at Smoke in 2006. In 2004 he performed at an organ summit in Toronto and toured Japan with Joey DeFrancesco and Reuben Wilson. He got around on his motorized scooter and “played his buns off,” his wife said. “Audiences loved him.”

Mr. McGriff had fun and was easygoing when he was doing a gig, she said. When he wasn’t working he was a homebody, she said. He ate breakfast at a diner where everyone knew his name, then spent the day playing games and creating music on his computer.

In addition to his wife, Mr. McGriff is survived by two children from previous relationships, Donald Kelly and Holiday Hunter Hankerson; his mother, Beatrice; a brother; two sisters; and five grandchildren.

A musical tribute to Mr. McGriff will begin at 4 p.m. Sunday at Harold O. Davis Memorial Baptist Church, 10th Street and Roosevelt Boulevard, Philadelphia. Friends may call from 6 to 9 p.m. Monday at the Bradley Funeral Home, 601 Route 73 S., Marlton, and after 9 a.m. Tuesday at the church, where a funeral will begin at 11 a.m

I always confused Jimmy McGriff with Jimmy Smith (who worked with the Beastie Boys) so when I once mistakenly bought one of his records I was pleasantly surprised and ended up including some of his funky Hammond funk tracks into my DJ mixes. Coincidentally, Jimmy Smith and McGriff were childhood friends.

Philly’s Some Velvet Blog has posted some tracks including a Tribe Called Quest track with a McGriff sample.

The amazing Funky16Corners has more tracks and info on the man.

More at Electric Roulette.

Gov’t. Cheese

Doesn’t it just irk you that I get more money than you cuz I decided to have a bunch of kids? Don’t fret- they’ll be the ones paying it all back someday.

Now, what to do with all this moola? Some of it already went into the kids’ savings accounts naturally. Some will go into my IRA, and the rest will go to what it was designed for: an economic stimulus purchase. I’ll use part of it for a downpayment on a new car.
I still haven’t made up my mind, but right now it’s between a Saturn Vue and a Mazda5. Right now, gas mileage is the biggest issue. …that, and a bangin’ sound system. Kidding.

Dogfishhead Brewpub in Rehoboth Beach

Wow, what great weather for Memorial Day weekend!
The Flaming Lips show must’ve been amazing. Cory? MK? How was it?
I used to always hit the Penn’s Landing fest and it was almost always cold, windy and rainy. More than one year it was almost completely cancelled. One time way back we ended up seeing Maceo Parker in a small tent with only about 100 people in the driving rain. Cheap Trick were the headliners that year and never even played. It ended up being one of the most fun shows I ever saw. Behold, the wonders of alcohol!

Anyway, I was down in Rehoboth Beach for the first time in my life. Nice place. It was a mix of conservative shoes and haircuts on the lesbian side and sharp clothes and perfect haircuts in the gay male camp.

The main Dogfishhead brewery is in nearby Milton, DE and their brewpub is right downtown Rehoboth. My motel was just up the street so I made a beeline for the place when I found out they had Randall the Enamal Animal set up (pictured). Randall is a three-foot-long plastic cylinder filled with a half a pound of fresh leaf hops that they hook up to the beer line and run 90 Minute IPA through it. It’s only brought out for Friday happy hour so of course I ordered one with giddy anticipation.
Guess what I got instead? I friggin 60 Minute IPA with no extra hops. I drove 3 hours for a 60 Minute IPA.

No big deal- it’s not that this happens often, right? WRONG. I’ve complained before about bars not updating their chalkboard tap list, but I’ve yet to complain about this VERY common occurrence: A server brings me a very obviously wrong beer, and when I kindly bring this to his her attention, they argue with me. Does this happen to you? It happened to me at the Standard Tap last fall. That Jack Black-looking smart-alec server brought me a Troeg’s Nut Brown when I ordered some other IPA. “I even saw it come out of the tap” was his final remark, as if the tap handles couldn’t possibly be swapped. Just two weeks ago at Rembrandts they were serving Rowhouse Red to everyone who ordered a Yards Philly Pale. And it’s not that I’m nitpicking about two similar beers- even the COLOR of these two beers are very different.

So mistakes are made and I respect these fine establishments… and really, I didn’t make a fuss, but when the manager at Dogfishhead came by each table to ask if everything was OK, I brought it up. He poured one himself and it was definitely a hop-infused 90 Minute. Hell, I could tell from across the room. “On the house” he said apologetically. So my wife ordered another one too, only this time the server got it for her. Guess what she got? Yup. A plain-old 60 Minute again, and it wasn’t a mixup since it was listed on our check as a “Randall 90 Minute”. We didn’t say anything cuz one can only argue so much without sounding like a dick.

There wasn’t really anything exciting on tap except maybe the Black and Blue, and I just missed their Burton Baton, but they had almost the entire lineup. Their gift shop had lots of cool stuff so I picked up some apparel. They even had their own custom-made kids’ placemat. I’ll definitely be back but I”m gonna keep an eye on ‘em!

Photo for the Weekend

Dave took this from the Market Frankford Elevated Line @ Girard yesterday evening. Just after finding out that the R3 line was shut down due to a death on the tracks.

He’s off to the Detroit Electronic Music Festival for the weekend. He has no place to stay, so if you’re there shoot him an email.

I’m off to Rehoboth, Delaware for the weekend. I’ll be spending lots of time in the Dogfishhead Brewpub.

We’ll bring back full reports next week. Have a good Memorial Day!

What’s on my iPod?


Tunes I’m digging at the moment…

Deerhunter/Atlas Sound/Black Lips colab. by the name of Ghetto Cross:


MP3: Ghetto Cross- Dog Years

They have an EP out June 3 and a full length due in September. Here’s The Radio Dept. Beautiful music from Sweden.


MP3: The Radio Dept.- Pulling Our Weight

ELEVEN YEARS. That’s how long it’s been since a proper Portishead album has been released. Their third lp by the same name was released in April. I didn’t think I’d care, and honestly after the first listen I wasn’t all that impressed. But I tell you what- get the entire album and wait till you get to the last 3 or 4 tracks. Awesome, stoney stuff. It was worth the wait.


MP3: Portishead- We Carry On

I’ve been finding a LOT of great techno out of Brazil lately… actually, I’ve noticed a huge reggae community down there also. Must be the new hotspot. Anyway, Database are a remix team from São Paulo creating amazing remixes. Especially good are these two from fellow Brazilians Jo Mistinguett and Madame Mim.

MP3: Jo Mistinguett -Personal Fuck (Database Happy remix)

MP3: Madame Mim- Electric Kool-Aid (Database remix)

Sorry- no preview available. Just download them. Trust me.
(Thanks to BigStereo.net for turning me on)

Tarrus Riley- Jamaica’s rising prophet

I can’t believe I’m writing about a newcomer before saying a single word about other reggae legends (and favorites) like Luciano, Morgan Heritage, Lutan Fyah, and Ginja.

Tarrus Riley, relative newcomer and son of ex-Sensations, Uniques, and Techniques member Jimmy Riley always makes positive music and has already hit the charts with She’s Royal. Expect much more amazing work from this soon-to-be legend.

Here’s a medley I put together which includes full tracks of some of his best work, a lot of which can be found on his debut VP album Parables.

MP3: Tarrus Riley Medley

TRACKLISTING

1. Parables (3 blind mice riddim)
2. Protect Yu Neck (Midnight Hour riddim)
3. Precious Gift (Chi Chi Bud riddim)
4. Trap Setter
5. She’s Royal
6. Far Away
7. Beware

She’s Royal video

Beware video

Protect Yu Neck video

Bless!

Quick trip to Michigan

I flew to Michigan over the weekend to see my last remaining Grandfather. Michigan’s economy and housing market are in the crapper so I won’t be moving back there anytime soon but each time I go I yearn to go back for good.

One of the reasons is the beer. No, it doesn’t come close to the Philly area for beer geek fun, but it IS catching up. More and more often I’m seeing out of state tap handles at my Philly watering holes. Yeah, I see some from obvious states like California and Colorado, and from closer states like Delaware and New Jersey, but not really that many from neighboring states like Ohio, New York or Maryland. NONE from Iowa, Indiana or Minnesota, but quite a few from Michigan. Bells, of course, which I had to pleasure to visit last year, is everywhere. Founders is one that seems to be be popping up everywhere around here lately (and I’ll be visiting this summer), and New Holland. I had a chance to try Founders 13% Devil Dancer at the P.O.P.E, and I picked up big bottle of New Holland’s 10.5% Existential Ale from MI.

The other reason is the selection. On a visit to my closest “party” (convenience) store there was at least a dozen selections from Bells, in sixes. And cases. Even singles. I even found one last six of Hop Slam. Naturally they have Bells since it’s local. But their selection of Dogfishhead blew me away. I never even heard of some of them, and the brewery is just over 100 miles outside Philly! Granted, some of them were over $17 for a six, but that’s the reason you don’t see them here: A case of Burton Baton Ale is just way too expensive to stock by the case.

Local beer writer Lew Bryson actually created a blog called Why the Philadelphia Liquor Control Board should be abolished.

The last reason is the hunting. I’ve mentioned before that I’m no hunter. Hell, I’ve never even filleted a fish. But it’s so ingrained in my family’s DNA, we even had to hunt when there was no current season. What’d we hunt? Mushrooms! Morels. It was kinda fun because those damn things are HARD to find. Even a seasoned hunter admits that there’s not much rhyme nor reason to where they decide to sprout. Even if you stumble upon a large patch one year they won’t be there the next. And the buggers are almost impossible to see. The tasted great, but not $80 a pound great.

Photo of the day

Last night’s winds made for quite a commute this morning. This is just outside 30th Street Station in the middle of Market Street.

Alternate title: “Man, what a weird place to park your ice shanty.”

The day started off well…


Here are some nice pictures taken this beautiful morning on my commute through West Philly. The house is the Dominion Sisters Convent on 36th & Baring.


The old advertisement is near the Dock Street Brewery at 50th & Willows. I’ll have to send it to the Philadelphia Ghost Signage Project.

You know when, just before they pave a road they scrape off the top layer of asphalt (macadam for some of you Pennsylvanians)? When you see it you try not to imagine FALLING on it, thinking about how rough those jagged edges would feel on your bare thigh? Yeah, that’s right. I fell on it. Out in the burbs, took a turn too sharply, front wheel hit some gravel and I went down. It wasn’t has bad as it coulda been but I’ve got some road rash and I’m SORE.

I’ll be taking it SLOOWW on the way back today.


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