Artie Shaw was the Jimi Hendrix of his era. My Dad told me. If you were a wild kid back then, you listened to Artie Shaw. He was a big Artie Shaw fan. If I remember correctly, I think we were in a bar and we’d both had a few when this deep conversation about music took place. I remember being a bit shocked that he knew who Jimi Hendrix was. I was tempted to ask him who the Frank Zappa of his era was, but I decided not to push it. He knew about ZZ Top, but it was more about the cover of the, “Eliminator” album than the music. If he saw it, he’d grin and launch into a story about the ‘34 Ford Coupe that he had when he was dating my mother. My brother said to him one time, “Dad, do you have any idea how many times you’ve told that story?” The old man looked at him and said, “Of course I do! I re-tell a lot of stories. They’re my stories and I like them. And if I feel like telling them, you’re going to hear them. I don’t give a damn if I’ve told them before!” He took me for my first lap around the track at Watkins Glen, in a Jaguar, when I was three years old. It was quite a thrill for me. These days, they’d probably arrest him for turning a lap like that with a three year old in the car. Back then, it was no big deal. Everybody was a WW2 vet, and nobody worried about things like that. One of his most treasured moments was meeting Louis Armstrong. Apparently he and Satchmo hit it off, and they stood around and talked for quite a while. He had his autograph and kept it in his sock drawer like a treasure. I miss the old buzzard a lot. He was a diamond in the rough.