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Letters for September 13-19, 2007

Continued from page 1

Published on September 13, 2007

When I look at the rich heritage of African-Americans, it makes me want to scream that they don't support the practitioners and innovators of jazz, blues, and classic R&B. It's the richest vein of music I know. It encompasses gospel, blues, funk, jazz, country, and soul. Soul itself is endless in its permutations. I hear the echoes of it in the late Charlie Rich's voice and piano. Whites can play it, but the giants are almost always African-American.

I have chatted with many blues men and women. Guys like Phillip Walker will tell you that little kids in Sweden know the matrix numbers of his early recordings while most Americans don't have the first idea who he is. Once the last mainstream blues man, B.B. King, dies, whatever chance the blues has to be passed on will go with him.

It's just about gone, and we are much the poorer for it. It could become like New Orleans jazz, which survives as a live music only in the karaoke of what became known as "Dixieland" music. The spark is gone; only the cliché is left behind to indicate the enormousness of Louis Armstrong's contribution.

Rob Dewar

Ottawa, Ontario

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