
While attending a birthday gathering for a friend a couple weeks ago at
the Nitty, the conversation switched (as it always does when he's in the room) to music. The topic: a recent series of posts by music industry maven
Bob Lefsetz. And all four of us in the conversation nodded as
Stu started talking.
"You get the
Lefsetz Letter?" he exclaimed in astonishment as he looked around at the three of us. Of course. We're all music junkies.
Lefsetz has hundreds (if not thousands) of posts that are just about as fascinating a look into the music business as you'll find.
Some are simply inspired. But
one from a week or so ago, about an evening he spent with
Quincy Jones, is magical.
Like, that he knew Paul McCartney back in ‘62. That he and John Lennon couldn’t write for shit. Credit George Martin for teaching them how. And how they bombed in Paris and were freaking out that they might do the same on their first tour in the States.
That Frank Sinatra would do one take and leave...even if it was rehearsal for that night's TV appearance.
That Michael Jackson didn't want to do the intro on "Thriller."
Amazing stuff...that I so hope Quincy sits down in front of cameras and records for posterity. THAT would be the stuff that would so enhance the Rock Hall of Fame...and our understanding of how the music that transformed the world came to be.
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