Pam Howell loves jazz more than she loves shoes and wine, combined - which is to say, a LOT. An administrative professional and aspiring author, she is not a musician (listeners can breathe a sigh of relief); rather, she discovered her passion for jazz by sneaking into her father's LP collection as a child. Pam is committed to jazz outreach and when she is not editing news content for LAjazz.com, she can typically be found in one of many local jazz clubs tapping her foot and furiously scribbling notes. Read her posts at: www.lajazz.com/blog14.cfm
As a self-proclaimed jazz ambassador, I am often asked how my love affair with jazz began. I am reminded of how it all started for me every year around Grammy season, so I thought it would be fun to share it in the wake of the Grammy Awards.
Pam,
I'm from the southside of Chicago and I am in my jazz infancy.
My father passed in December 2008
but in 1997 he turned me on to the
Ahmad Jamal at the Pershing Club CD in Chicago, the cut was Poinciana.
Ever since I have been hooked. I have managed to gather a couple of pieces on my own Miles, Kind of Blue, John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman, as well as Mingus,Mingus,Mingus
I am currently checking out Henry Franklin, "the Skipper" at the Mission Inn in Riverside,CA would like to get more involved in jazz outreach for the youth.
I am a Food Service professional, part-time poet, and beginning jazz enthusiast
I am bloggin at www.windycitychef.blogspot.com
Check me out.
Gregg Arnold
03/02/09 2:57 PM
I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close order drill, or exercise or yodeling or something, not music.
– Billie Holiday
Q: What's the difference between a jet airplane and a trumpet?
A: About three decibels
