{"id":1225,"date":"2008-02-04T01:05:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-04T09:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/wp\/?p=1225"},"modified":"2008-02-04T01:05:00","modified_gmt":"2008-02-04T09:05:00","slug":"the_bruno_letters_part_2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2008\/02\/the_bruno_letters_part_2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bruno Letters, Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"

From time to time I’ll be posting parts of letters I wrote to Jack Brownlow<\/a> over a period of twenty-five years or so. To my surprise, after his death a collection of them showed up among his effects. I had forgotten much of what I wrote him in our correspondence. This excerpt from New Orleans was on a WDSU-TV memo form :<\/p>\n

August 13, 1980
\nTo: Bruno
\nFrom: DR
\n\"Cathedral.jpg\"I was walking through Jackson Square at the noon hour today and heard someone playing vibes. I wandered over in front of St. Louis Cathedral to see what was happening. There on a platform were (so help me) Milt Jackson, Monte Alexander, Lou Donaldson, Bob Cranshaw and Grady Tate. I had thought it was Milt when I heard the music from afar but figured that some French Quarter jugglers were playing a record to perform by. You could have knocked me over.
\nIt turns out that Michelob is sponsoring a ten-city tour of free Jazzmobile<\/a> concerts. Tomorrow night they play in Armstrong Park<\/a>. Monte Alexander was playing his buns off.*<\/strong> I thought Lou Donaldson was dead. He sounded great. So it was old home week. I knew all of these guys except Donaldson in New York, and they were as surprised as I was. Sad thing; it got no advance publicity, so there were just a few tourists standing around in the hot sun trying to figure out what was going on. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Jazzmobile organization is still going strong. So are Alexander, Donaldson, Cranshaw and Tate. Milt Jackson died in 1999.
\n* <\/strong>A critical term I have since abandoned.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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