Both James Comer and David J. Weiner brought this to my attention — an amazing auction of jazz and popular music memorabilia that tops anything I’ve ever seen. Should you wish to explore for yourself, the website is http://www.profilesinhistory.com/items/hollywood-memorabilia-auction-40. But here are a few highlights I needed to show you, as if they were my treasures:
Better than Button Gwinnett, I’d say: Little T, Frank Signorelli, and George Wettling. I can’t identify the fourth name, if a name it is. I also wonder if this dates from the association that these players had with Paul Whiteman circa 1938?
Inscribed to Bob Harrington, at the end of the Forties: my hero, Henry Allen Junior.
I wonder if this was inscribed at one of Dick Gibson’s parties? It certainly seems a sacred artifact to me. From the bottom, I note reverently Ralph Sutton and Lou Stein, Yank Lawson, Joe Venuti, Bobby Hackett, Peanuts Hucko, Nick Fatool, Billy Butterfield, Bud Freeman, Zoot Sims, and Buck Clayton. Oh my!
O fortunate Junior Payne!
VOOT! indeed: that’s Harry “the Hipster” Gibson, a fine pianist before he assumed the hipster’s mantle.
Delightfully odd — Count Basie, an unidentified young man, and Mezz Mezzrow. Sarah Vaughan was at Bop City as well on this night in 1948 and her signature is top left. Basie’s inscription of the photograph to Mezz as “my 20 year man” makes me wonder if Basie, too, took pleasure in Mezz’s arrangements? Leaving that aside, I love the neckties.
Famous names, no? And in an intriguing order, although this may just have been the way the paper was passed around from one member of the quartet to another.
No explanation needed!
The Ellington band, starting with Arthur Whetsol . . . !
February 19, 1944: with Wettling, deParis, Joe Marsala, Kansas Fields, James P. Johnson, Joe Grauso, Bob Casey, Miff Mole . . .
What is there to say except “Solid!”
And my favorite:
These pictures can only hint at the riches up for auction: for just one instance, the lot that includes the Harry “the Hipster” signature also publicity photograph of Leo Watson inscribed to “My man Mezz.” They could make me rethink the decor of my apartment, I tell you.