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Friday, March 27, 2009
An Obituary Of Note
This really isn't for people who limit themselves to Euro-Caucasian music, so skip it if you do, but Uriel Jones has died. He was the only drummer who could bring out the fire in the late James Jamerson, my bass-playing idol.
Above are the two laying down the funk.
[An interesting footnote: Jamerson's bass, the Funkmaster, disappeared shortly before his death. It was thought that he hocked it for drug money. Over the decades it has become a kind of "holy grail" in the bass world, as it is still sought be collectors and others. It has one recognizable feature, which I will reveal only in person. You can't be too careful, you know.]