The Expletives

            It seems the great people in life die without much fanfare. I’m learning bass lines from old Motown tunes, and James Jamerson was a mother F-err. Pure genius. He was smooth and played with feeling and knowledge, a deadly combination. Jaco Pastorius was the same, but with Jaco you had the added element of fearlessness. Mike Bloomfield was a great guitar player. I don’t remember any news releases or media coverage when he died. I read about Jaco’s death in Rolling Stone Magazine, there was a small blurb announcing his death. I was devastated. James Jamerson died here in Los Angeles, but they shipped him back to Michigan when it was all said and done. It’s strange when you think about James Jamerson. He brought so much happiness to the world and nobody even knows who he is. He probably wasn’t even paid right when he was alive. I guess you got give what you've got before you go, you can’t worry about the expletives.