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VMark's avatar

Jim Croce and me too... thanks, Ted

Jimmy bought me my first guitar. He stayed at our house on the south side of Chicago when the Villanova Spires came to town to sing at the Gate of Horn. Ted didn’t mention his producer and Villanova classmate TP West, who was also in the Spires. Years later, Tommy and Terry Cashman formed a production / publishing company in NY signing Jimmy, Maury and...me as a writer. I was 15.

There’s too many stories for a comment. In many ways I owe a wonderful career to Tommy and Jim as well, but one short story is worth a comment. They were to record one of my songs. I was allowed to ditch school and fly to NY for the session. Cool parents. In the small white office of Blendingwell Music, Jimmy and I sat waiting with guitars and tapes. He said, “got some new tunes I’d like your opinion on”. He always made you feel important. I was a kid, he had a wife and had already done an album. He played “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim”, “Bad bad Leroy Brown” and “Operator”not an audience of one. It was magical. We dreamed big musical dreams those days in NY.

Note: great to mention Maury. He was so gifted. His song Salon and Saloon on Jimmy’s record also got them thinking Jim had reached another level vocally, opening the door to interpreting other writers work like Gimble and Fox’s “I Got A Name”.

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Celesté Polley's avatar

The way this story made me feel is exactly why I replaced mindless scrolling on social media with quality reading on Substack. Thank you for sharing.

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