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3/27/12

Sam Wooding III


We continue Sam Wooding's audiobiography, as it unfolded over several afternoon sessions in my living room, only 12 feet from where I now work on this blog. The digital era was not quite upon us and almost five years would pass before my IBM Selectric was pushed aside to make room for a computer. Had this taken place today, I would be posting a video interview with Sam—I wish that could have happened, for he was a delight to be with and the stories he told were often highlighted by his eyes and smile.

I hope you have listened to the two earlier parts of this five-part interview, which was conducted for The Smithsonian Institution during an April week in 1975. At the bottom of this entry, you will find links to the previous installments—recollections that go back to his childhood.

In this segment, he talks about his band working in New York City clubs, including the Club Alabam, which turned out to be his band's springboard to Europe and a new career path. He speaks of how the Chocolate Kiddies show came about and describes opening night in Berlin's Admiralpalast. Bear in mind that this was 1925, a time when black performers in America lived a largely segregated existence. It was the year in which Josephine Baker made her splash in Paris, but most Europeans had very little knowledge of black people, whom they mostly thought of as wild, spear carrying African natives. "They were expecting gorillas, chimps and orangutangs," Sam once told me, "but we surprised them—and they loved us like pets." 

Cast members pose with Berlin poster, 1925




Sam at my apartment in November 1982



Here is a link to Part I
Here is a link to Part II

3/22/12

"A" Train makes a local stop (again)


This interview appeared here briefly in August of 2010. I removed it after receiving a rude note from a woman who claims to have recorded it about half a century ago. I understand that she at the time was employed by Mr. Ellington as a secretary and that she made it for the late Ralph J. Gleason, who never used it. 

I should point out that this represents non-commercial use of non-proprietary spoken audio material, and that I have been advised that even if there ever was a copyright, it would not be valid at this late date. I apologize to the readers of this blog for allowing myself to be intimidated by threats and not looking into the matter immediately. Over the years, I have actually been given this tape twice, the first time by Ruth Ellington, who—presumably in the spirit of her late brother and his good friend, Billy Strayhorn—felt that a moment of fun enjoyed by two iconic figures in 1965 ought to be shared. As anyone who visits my blog knows, I believe strongly in sharing material that I have created over the years, so, there you are...