The 50s seemed to be an era of Jazz junkies. I knew Frank Morgan and Frank Butler and they were sweet guys who would steal your underwear to buy junk. Great players and miserable people. Morgan eventually got straight, left L.A. for New York, where he died. The last time I saw Frank Butler was at a gig in Ventura, Calif. His skin was gre…
The 50s seemed to be an era of Jazz junkies. I knew Frank Morgan and Frank Butler and they were sweet guys who would steal your underwear to buy junk. Great players and miserable people. Morgan eventually got straight, left L.A. for New York, where he died. The last time I saw Frank Butler was at a gig in Ventura, Calif. His skin was grey and he was rail thin. He had no energy in his playing. I sat in for a set and when Frank came back for the next set, he saw it as a challenge and the real Frank Butler came back to life. He died shortly after.
The 50s seemed to be an era of Jazz junkies. I knew Frank Morgan and Frank Butler and they were sweet guys who would steal your underwear to buy junk. Great players and miserable people. Morgan eventually got straight, left L.A. for New York, where he died. The last time I saw Frank Butler was at a gig in Ventura, Calif. His skin was grey and he was rail thin. He had no energy in his playing. I sat in for a set and when Frank came back for the next set, he saw it as a challenge and the real Frank Butler came back to life. He died shortly after.