Jackson Street After Hours: The Roots of Jazz in Seattle

JACKSON STREET AFTER HOURS: THE ROOTS OF JAZZ IN SEATTLE Paul de Barros (Sasquatch Books, $22.95) A hick punk moves to Seattle, toys with heroin, and revolutionizes American pop. Kurt Cobain, 1992? No, Ray Charles, 1948. ”What do they call this-bar mitzvah?-where you come out as a man? I think Seattle was kind of like that for me,” recalls Charles, who attained nightlife nirvana with the likes of Quincy Jones on the smokin’ postwar Seattle streets. Jackson Street After Hours traces the scene from 1910, when a top U.S. vaudeville chain headquartered there attracted (and stranded) musicians. ”Along Jackson Street, it was almost like Mardi Gras,” says one awed scenester. ”They did everything but go home.” Races mixed freely, sub-pop music began at midnight, and the bouncer at Basin Street, ex-middleweight champ Gorilla Jones, tenderly fingered the fresh carnation ex-gal pal Mae West sent him daily. Gorilla’s capo, Bumps Blackwell, presided over the postwar clubs, then blew town to launch Little Richard and the first crossover gospel hit, Sam Cooke’s ”You Send Me.” The book is packed with recondite minutiae for jazz buffs to buff up on. If you have to ask who Ernestine Anderson is, you’ll never get it. A

Jackson Street After Hours: The Roots of Jazz in Seattle
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