Charles Kynard/Johnny Kirkwood, the Parisian Room & an untold Sidney story...
A conversation during a recent meeting with a fellow car enthusiast made
reference to hot link sandwiches, sweet potato pies and L.A. jazz clubs
in the 60s. What better intro to another untold Sidney story!
father had been a jazz man before the war and his passion for music and
jazz in particular stayed with him throughout his life. When I was a
teenager, and well before I was of legal age to be going into such
places, my father would take me along with him to various jazz clubs in
the Los Angeles area. There was an active club scene in certain areas of
L.A. where streets like Crenshaw, Slausen and W. Wahshington defined
the region and the greats and near-greats could be heard live playing to
a crowd that knew and understood jazz.
Jazz drummer Johnny
Kirkwood was a friend of my father and played with organist Charles
Kynard in those days. Johnny can be heard on Professor Soul playing with
Charles along with Cal Green on guitar. The clubs offered me a new
world of of musical sophistication and I loved the atmosphere. As we
entered any of these clubs, I would hear the call of "Hello, Sidney"
coming from the audience as well as the stage. He was at home there as I
came to be. We were the only white faces in the crowd.
Robinson was another drummer my father enjoyed going to see. Wayne
played the Parisian Room on La Brea Avenue which, sadly, is long gone
having been replaced by a U.S. Post Office. My father and I became
regulars in the audience but especially whenever Wayne appeared. I had a set of Ludwigs
at the time and was taking drum lessons from a German gentleman who
knew nothing about jazz--or so it seemed. Wayne would sit at the table
with us between sets and we would talk technique and discuss the greats
who inspired us. What exceptional times these were.
of the Parisian Room, we have our lead-in to my untold Sidney story.
Late one afternoon, my father found himself in the vicinity and stopped
to use the phone booth in the parking lot of the Parisian Room. After
completing a few calls, Sidney gathered his things and walked back to
his car where he sat for several minutes preparing his notes and files for that
evening's appointments (he was still involved with life insurance in
those days and was training general agents for his company). As he was
about to drive away, he heard a voice calling out, "Sidney!"
around, my father saw no one and thought he might have imagined the
voice but as he backed out of his parking space, he heard the voice
again. This time it called out, "Victor!"
This not only confirmed
that he was the object of someone's attention but indicated the nature
of their interest as well. You see, my father was in the habit of
carrying more than one driver's license in those days. It was a
practical solution to the consequences of being an incorrigible driver
with habits that today would be labelled with 'Don't try this at home!'
"Victor Russo!" called the voice again and this time
Sidney saw two uniformed L.A.P.D. officers walking towards his car. They
seemed like nice enough fellows. He had left his wallet in the phone
booth and the nice officers were coming to return it to him--and to
A brief conversation ensued wherein Sidney
explained to the officers his theories on driving as well the purpose
served by the fictional Victor Russo. In his uniquely charming way,
Sidney convinced the two officers that his was a reasonable approach to
the challenges of driving in Los Angeles. They liked his story and I am
only surprised he didn't try to sell them each an insurance policy while
he had their attention.
The officers did not cite my father for
possession of the supernumerary driver's license though they kept the
Victor Russo license (for their scrap book, no doubt). They parted as gentlemen on
the best of terms.
My father was still sitting in the parking lot
as the police car drove past. They honked and one of the officers
called out, "Good bye, Sidney, alias Victor Russo!"
Here is a taste of Charles Kynard playing Where's It At:
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Ray D. Shosay's Journal (excerpt)
"Saturday, January 27, 2007
They say you can fool some of the people all of the time. Accordingly, I think we should concentrate on this group initially. We can move on to the people you can only fool some of the time at a later date if we deem it necessary. I hope to hear back from my agent about this as soon as he's out of rehab, as I don't think my messages have been getting through."
Ignorance is Bliss by Stephen Mitchell
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Exerpt from Ignorance is Bliss
"Out of the corner of his eye, Martin saw Martha shift in her seat. She leaned forward, as though something was about to be decided. This caused her breasts to push up against the neckline of her dress in a way that couldn't be fully appreciated out of the corner of one’s eye. So, Martin turned his head to look directly into the abyss of her cleavage. He was vaguely aware that Murray was talking again."
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