Category: family

  • For Thomas Alvin “Block” Atkinson (Originally posted on April 8, 2017)

    For Thomas Alvin “Block” Atkinson (Originally posted on April 8, 2017)

      Making friends with someone is a special thing to happen in our lives. But to have a friend, a true friend, for many years in our lives is a pure blessing and something to be cherished by us all. I have had some good friends in my lifetime, most of us have, but there are always one or two people who stand out in our lives as true friends. For me, it was my friend Thomas Alvin “Block” Atkinson. You see, my friend Thomas passed away on April 2, 2017, from bladder cancer. He was as special a friend to me as I can ever remember. I just wanted to impart a few memories and feelings about him in this blog post.

      I met Thomas back in 1982, in Apple Valley, California. I had returned from my service tour in Japan in late 1979 to be stationed in southern California, and I had the music deep within me. I had started my own band in 1981 that did original and cover modern jazz music; it was called Fat Sound Incorporated or FSI. The band practiced at my little apartment that I had gotten off base from where I was stationed, and I thought that we had developed our own sound. Once that happened, I had the confidence to book the band around the southern California area. We developed a bit of a small but steady reputation in the area, and the word got out among the music lovers in that area. From what I remember, the guitar player in the band knew Thomas before I did; he had told me that he knew a good percussion player who lived in the same area that we were living.

      The band was expanding; we had started out as a three-piece band but had added a keyboard player and a saxophone player as well. By this time, we had begun to rehearse at the home of the saxophone player, in the art studio that was detached from the main house. It was there that I met Thomas, he had come over to our rehearsal and brought along his percussion gear with him. He set up and began to play music with us, and he added something to the band’s sound that I liked. Our early conversations were about that music we loved and about the music artists that we admired. There were a lot of laughs between us as Thomas had a sharp sense of humor, but he was also a very intelligent person to converse with. He understood a great deal about the world that we live in as well as its history. Often, I would be quiet and let him speak about what he knew, and what he was learning about.

      The thing about Thomas was that he never stopped learning; he was hungry for knowledge and sought out the answers to the many situations in life that so many of us find ourselves in. He knew about food like nobody that I have met, and once we got to know each better, he would invite me over to his home and cook some of the best meals that I have had. He knew through our conversations that I also had an affinity for good food, and he was fascinated with all of the countries that I had traveled to and sampled the local cuisine. From speaking with him, I knew that he would have loved to have traveled to the countries that I had visited to also sample the local cuisine.

      The thing that we did the most though was to play music together. Once he had joined FSI, he truly loved the shows that we did, and I booked the band in as many venues as I could. He enjoyed the regular shows that we played at the local air base that I was stationed at; I had signed a contract with the manager of the air base NCO club to play weekly for a year at a time. It was a great time to play in those days; the club patrons appreciated our band coming in and playing music from our hearts for them. Thomas also loved the fact that I had booked shows at the famous Lighthouse Café in Hermosa Beach, California. He spoke glowingly for years afterward about those shows; he knew that the very best jazz artists had played there over the years and he was proud to say that he too had made some great music there.

      The band stopped going by the name of FSI in the mid 1980’s, so Thomas came up with the name of the GUSS band, the name was a play on the some of the comedy work of a famous comedian at the time. We began to play cover songs for music, and Thomas took on some of the lead vocal duties for the band. He was a joy to play music with, and he always kept the audience in mind with his playful banter with them, during and in between songs. He also would book the band from time to time, and even though I had moved away to the Los Angeles area I would return to the High Desert region to do shows with Thomas and the GUSS band.

      Thomas was smart enough to realize that the odds of becoming a financial success as a band were very small, so he left the band to go to college and earn his teaching credentials. Once he had achieved his degrees, he began teaching in the Victor Valley area, something that he did until he retired only a couple of years ago. Once I had moved away from the Victor Valley area to Los Angeles, we kept in touch by telephone and I would occasionally make the drive up to visit with him.

      When I moved away to Europe, we were out of contact with each other for a few years. But like the special friend that he was to me, once I had returned to the states to live, I called Thomas up and he was delighted to know that I had come back. While I settled in Las Vegas, Nevada, it was only a 2 ½ hour drive to visit him in the High Desert region of southern California. I drove to visit him in 2010 for a wonderful band reunion with the GUSS band, and to also play music and celebrate the birthday of the father of the band’s saxophone player. We had a great time reminiscing about the early days of the band and the many shows we had done together. Thomas also had stories of his time in the classroom with his many students, I could tell how much they loved him as their teacher and how he had prepared them for life as the adults that they would become. 

      I visited Thomas once again in 2011 after I had gone through a breakup with a woman that I had loved dearly for many years. Thomas had soothing and kind words to help my spirit, and he had words of wisdom for me about what I had just gone through. I was so thankful to him during that visit, he really helped me and my emotions turn a corner toward the positive things that life has to offer. The things that he said during that visit still ring in my ears to this day.

      Recording at home was of great interest to both of us. Thomas would call me on the telephone often with questions about his audio recording software; I would always give him the best answers that I could. He would then record more new music; he really loved exotic percussion instruments, and he added them to so many of his recordings. He spent time learning about Native American flutes, and it was through Thomas that I learned that there was a flute with a key center developed for each of the human body’s chakras. I loved the way that he applied these flutes to his recordings; he truly understood what they were for and how to properly utilize them.

      Thomas knew that I was working in professional audio, so he asked me to add bass guitar tracks to his recordings, mix them down and put the recordings through the audio mastering process for him. I was more than happy to do so, and he sent me his recordings through the internet for me to work on. We completed many songs together using the internet as a conduit between us. I thought that it would be nice for people in the world to hear his music, so I talked to him about putting together an online profile where people could visit and listen to his recordings. He told me that he was not so adept at doing something like that online, so I offered to build him a profile at the musician’s website called ReverbNation. He said alright, and I proceeded to build him his own profile at ReverbNation. When I had completed the work of building his profile, he gave me a list of the songs that we had worked on together to be posted at the site. I did as he asked, and I posted the songs that he created to his new online profile at ReverbNation. He was very happy with what I had done, and he was glad that we both put in good time and effort on his music for all to hear. It is World Music that he created; it is not of the standard modern fare that is so widely available and common today.

      Now that Thomas has passed on, I have been sad and filled with tears this week. But I know that Thomas would want me to be strong in spirit, and to remember our good times together. He was a joyful man even though he had been confined to a wheelchair for much of his life. He was loved by me and by so many other people, he made so many lives brighter with his kind words, his hearty laugh, and his deep wisdom. I miss you very much Thomas, and I am glad to have been able to have you as my friend, a true friend, who was as close to me as a brother could be. I love you my friend.

      Rest In Paradise Thomas.

    Portrait photo of Thomas Atkinson
    Jerome Lee with Thomas “Block” Atkinson in Apple Valley, California 2010
    My band Fat Sound Incorporated (FSI) in a promotional photo, Apple Valley, California 1984
    Thomas “Block” Atkinson
  • My Sisters (Originally posted on September 4, 2016) 

    My Sisters (Originally posted on September 4, 2016) 

     I did not grow up as an only child; I had sisters and a younger brother around me. My two older brothers were old enough to be out and living on their own by the time I had discovered my interest in playing the bass. I have two older sisters closer to my own age, and one younger sister. I speak of them lovingly here because of their unknowing involvement in my musical development, in my bass playing. 

      My two older sisters were the ones to go out and buy all the new recordings of the day. Back in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s music spoke loudly to the masses, and if a person wanted to be in touch with what was considered cool, they had to know about the latest release of certain songs, or more specifically, the messages contained in the latest releases. My older sisters brought home so many records during this time; we listened to 78RPM, 45RPM, and 331/3RPM discs as often during the days and nights as possible. My sisters were quick to point out the message in the music to us younger ones; they were trying to get us in touch with the times that we were living in, trying to bring us up to date in a way. 

      As the love of music by my older sisters unfolded in front of me, there was all kinds of music that they brought home from the record stores; it was every genre, and they did not discriminate. Lots of soul and funk music, lots of r&b, lots of rock, lots of Latin soul, lots of blues; even Caribbean and Reggae music, found its way onto the turntables in the house. It helped to have a couple of inexpensive turntables in a couple of different rooms in the house. I remember the Christmas that my older sisters received a new turntable setup for their records; they were ecstatic, and that was when an intense musical education began for me. 

      The year that I got my first electric bass guitar and bass amplifier, I began to learn how to find the bass notes that I heard being played on the many records in my older sisters’ large record collection. I was taking electric bass guitar lessons from a neighborhood music teacher, he was great, and he taught me the fundamentals of playing the bass that stay with me to this day. But at the time, those fundamentals were also helping me to understand the role of the bass guitar in a group or band setting before I had even joined my first real band. In the school system that I went to at that time, I was also playing the upright bass in the school orchestra, and reading scores with bass notation printed on them. I used to think at first that this was the way that I was going to interpret music during my lifetime, by reading scores and playing in orchestras. 

    But learning to listen by ear and to try to copy the bass line that I was hearing on all of these different records was a huge revelation to me. I learned so much; that all the recordings were not recorded and mastered at the same level; the fact that all of the recordings were done to analog tape, and thus the overall tuning pitch would vary from record to record; the fact that the bass track on the record could be sitting either very forward or very far back in the overall mix. Before playing along to some of my favorite LP records, I would have to play a sample of a song to get a reference note to tune my bass to, and after I had re-tuned my bass, I would then play along with the entire record. 

      I learned so many different songs in those earliest years of my bass playing, and it turned out to be a real gift to me later on. Sometimes on weekend nights, when me and my sisters and brother had time, I would get my bass and small bass amplifier out and set it up to play along with the favored records of the day. We all loved to dance, and when I was playing along on my bass to a really popular song, the low end was much more fun to dance to; everybody wanted to dance to that record. My sisters began to marvel as I learned so many songs note for note on my bass, and after doing this for a couple of years, they couldn’t tell if I was playing along or not, especially if my bass amplifier’s level matched the stereo’s volume level. We would all laugh at that experience; it was fun for us all. 

      I found that all my sisters became my first fans, and when the adults would gather at the house on weekends and during the summers, my sisters would tell me to go and get my bass and amp to set up and play along with their favorite records. It turns out for most every musician that your family is your first audience, and to play my bass in front of the adults was as much a thrill to me as it was for them. They responded well, and they gave me encouragement to continue to play the bass. Because of the kindness of all of my sisters, I had a positive start to my early bass playing life. It is because of them that my mind was opened up through music to the times that we were living in. They showed me that there is a message in the music that we hear. They tried to get me to listen for a message each time I listened to music, and that sometimes I would have to listen a few times to a song before I really understood it. That there is a message in the music. And there is. 
    Thank you, my sisters, I love you.