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Month: July 2008

A message arrived just now from my mate Alex asking if I’d heard that Johnny Griffin had died. I hadn’t. Back when I was assistant editor of Crescendo and Jazz Music, one of my most pleasurable assignments was an annual trip to the Wigan Jazz Festival. One of the magazine’s other writers did the bulk of the reviewing, so I was left to prop up the hotel bar with the musicians and generally have a nice time. When the Little…

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My Independent obituary of Hugh Mendl appears in today’s paper. The Times – Hugh’s own newspaper of choice – devoted its lead obit page to him a couple of weeks back (quite right too), and Music Week‘s Ben Cardew wrote a very nice piece in which people as elevated as Seymour Stein stressed Hugh’s importance and influence. Hopefully, the existence of these tributes will ensure that he’s remembered as the major figure he was. ciprofloxacin 500mg azithromycine ciprofloxacin hcl 500…

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Back at schloss Cheeseford after nearly a week sampling the qualities and quantities of ‘that London’. Reason 1 for the visit was the Lambeth Country Show in Brockwell Park, a gloriously incongruous combination of dub reggae, sheep-shearing and the Lambeth Horticultural Society‘s big annual show. To be frank, you can keep the dub reggae – the sub-bass emanating from some of the tents hurt my ears and loosened the soles on my walking boots – but the other stuff’s really…

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Another sad demise, this time in the form of my old employer Publishing News, which closes in a fortnight – full story here. My 4 years there weren’t a period of complete joy, due to personality clashes with a senior colleague and the fact that the chairman was one of the most unpleasant individuals it’s been my misfortune to encounter. However, on balance, it was fantastic experience, and, without it, I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing now. Despite the…

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I spent most of Wednesday working on an article for the Independent. Normally, such a commission would be cause for jubilation, but not when the article is the obituary of someone I knew personally and liked immensely. I made initial contact with Hugh Mendl when I was working on my first book, Where Have All the Good Times Gone? Ray Horricks, producer of many fine jazz records and former colleague of Hugh’s at Decca in the 1950s and 1960s, had…

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