Pain Relief Beyond Belief





From Blakey to Brown, Como to Costa, Eckstine to Eldridge, Galbraith to Garner, Harris to Hines, Horne to Hyman, Jamal to Jefferson, Kelly to Klook; Mancini to Marmarosa, May to Mitchell, Negri to Nestico, Parlan to Ponder, Reed to Ruther, Strayhorn to Sullivan, Turk to Turrentine, Wade to Williams… the forthcoming publication Treasury of Pittsburgh Jazz Connections by Dr. Nelson Harrison and Dr. Ralph Proctor, Jr. will document the legacy of one of the world’s greatest jazz capitals.


Do you want to know who Dizzy Gillespie  idolized? Did you ever wonder who inspired Kenny Clarke and Art Blakey? Who was the pianist that mentored Monk, Bud Powell, Tad Dameron, Elmo Hope, Sarah Vaughan and Mel Torme? Who was Art Tatum’s idol and Nat Cole’s mentor? What musical quartet pioneered the concept adopted later by the Modern Jazz Quartet? Were you ever curious to know who taught saxophone to Stanley Turrentine or who taught piano to Ahmad Jamal? What community music school trained Robert McFerrin, Sr. for his history-making debut with the Metropolitan Opera? What virtually unknown pianist was a significant influence on young John Coltrane, Shirley Scott, McCoy Tyner, Bobby Timmons and Ray Bryant when he moved to Philadelphia from Pittsburgh in the 1940s?  Would you be surprised to know that Erroll Garner attended classes at the Julliard School of Music in New York and was at the top of his class in writing and arranging proficiency?


Some answers  can be gleaned from the postings on the Pittsburgh Jazz Network.


For almost 100 years the Pittsburgh region has been a metacenter of jazz originality that is second to no other in the history of jazz.  One of the best kept secrets in jazz folklore, the Pittsburgh Jazz Legacy has heretofore remained mythical.  We have dubbed it “the greatest story never told” since it has not been represented in writing before now in such a way as to be accessible to anyone seeking to know more about it.  When it was happening, little did we know how priceless the memories would become when the times were gone.


Today jazz is still king in Pittsburgh, with events, performances and activities happening all the time. The Pittsburgh Jazz Network is dedicated to celebrating and showcasing the places, artists and fans that carry on the legacy of Pittsburgh's jazz heritage.






Duke Ellington is first African-American and the first musician to solo on U.S. circulating coin



       In Her Own Words
A few years back, I decided I had to end my life as a uneducated ignorant man. I placed education on the top of my list, something that I never did in my life. I noticed I was a dumb-ass country boy with everyone around me wise and far more educated. I was left out of many things and was laughed at more often then I liked. My Wife is a genius my sons Genius! I had to keep up or be left behind… I had volumes to say but was unable to do so, because I thought being educated was in a sense weakness.

After a few years I began to be able to communicate my thoughts in writing, with more skill then I ever had. It improved my creative thinking and my visual creation. A Plus Plus in my book. My thoughts on Equal rights, on Education on Pride and above all else FREEDOM began to come into focus.

I have been asking Doc Harrison to be my muse and help me with my direction, he felt that I should bring my writings to you "The Giant Killers" for what reason I'm unsure. So from time to time I will post my thoughts here. Each post is a copy of a letter I have sent to different people around the Country. I don't put my full name in the letters and ask for nothing in return. My only wish is to give another prospective and some "food for thought."

I hope you enjoy my thoughts and take something away with you, I ask if you need to comment please do so in my main comment page. I will be able to better address you there- rather then trying to figure out were my posts end and your begin.



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Comment by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 27, 2008 at 8:43am

My sweet china doll, my extraordinary dream, my amazing love , you, softly rapped in a beautiful soft brown sheen. The passion of my heart, the reason for my thoughts, you are my one true queen. Without you my mind would surely fail heart black and thick, my dreams dark and pointless, lost without you in worship. You’re purr of approval is my destination your soft brown eyes give me clues to its direction, finding that love in your glance is my primal satisfaction. You’re grand adventures- your lazy day whim’s all out wit any wants that pass through my life. My every bit goes to thoughts of you. I drink your love like sweet spring dew. If I died right this moment, this cool fall night ,my last thoughts would be of you; my loving wife. For I would fight with all my devices, all my breath until my energy faded into that cold dark night. Scratching and biting as I drift from this world all my thoughts of you my love , my love in a beautiful soft brown sheen. In my dreams I scour this earth in search to capture that one uncommon fragrance to match your rapture. Forbidding all others in its indulgence, for only my single love can adorn this gift -enthronement . Not a single second not a flash in time. Not a particular word or a turn of phrase, not the heat of noon nor the coldest of days. I can image not one single thing. Not made from fire wind nor stone, not forged from the finest of metals or carved into the richest of woods. Not of flesh or law , not for plead or demand. I can not draw a focus seeing it there. I do not know of one thing able to barricade my love for you, for my love in a beautiful brown sheen…
Comment by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 14, 2008 at 7:33pm
Over the rolling hills and the fading green valleys, through the late summer fields patched with yellows and brown, time bears down. As the season turns older not only the colors of the meadows will adjust.

Along the Sycamore line roads with neatly packed homes, were happiness once did sound, time bears down. Hard working to earn keep, the reward looks meek, remembering those times so robust.

Promises were broken as the grips were loosed, amazement as time bears down. Confusion and lies bind the wrists and eyes, leaving you with miserable fleeting trust.

This heavy burden to will past as time has its way with us-As time bears down. Soon we will be free of ignorance that deceived, this new knowledge will to be abused in chance of that we lust…
Comment by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 2, 2008 at 8:01am
The perfect opportunity of a life time is here; if that’s what you need to get yourself in gear. Unless you’re blinded by the deceptions, which may be the case, you’d noticed this decade has affected the whole human race. Everything from Corruption to Greed has boiled to a head; Mother Nature keeps us aware she’s not dead. Millions of lives changed over a minuscule period of history; via that beast misery. Never before have we had such an amazing decade then this the last one gone by. A decade of change for the good, and a time of terror from the sky. A decade of which is becoming a blur slipping into obscurity doomed to die. Yes -yes the time is near, a time for you to record how we ended up here. In times, as this, when it’s hard to trust, everyone lying to cover their steps, the artist must sooth those injured souls and record their amazing stories to be told.

Where are the Singers of song, with lyrical stories that give us calm? Where are you the vocal prophet, putting our history in those pages, documenting our misgivings and passions that will teach the ages? Like those in times of despair that we have followed, song is comfort for the pill that’s hard to swallow.

Where are you writer of words, your finely honed weapon’s need to be heard? Where is your great novel of imagination, inspiring us with silver lined fabrications? Where is you’re word giving us the lessons we need -rapped in stories or told straight out, giving us the right to lay in place or to speak out. Your words give us consolations, taking from us our pain and fear -bring us closer to that we hold dear.

Where are the musical leaders of our time, mixing the rhythm with the rhyme? With music so up lifting it fits our soul, giving us reason to explore and grow. You take away the day’s trouble with the tapping of our feet, happiness entrusted in a package so neat. Where are the taker’s of our folklore, to you we give our secrets and our soul, our troubles nothing more.

Where are the artist’s that dictate the passing of time to their canvas, from nothing you giving us another advantage. Colors and stokes placed with dedication, giving our life eternal explanation. With pigment and thought you give a window to our actions, telling all our stories from your observations.

In times as this one thing is certain, tomorrow will bring surprises and frustrations, without creative mind’s to sort it all out our history will be up to a distant generation. Why give those that yet have arrived this daunting task, a mission of clouded terms that they may convolute in inaccurate facts. Stand up those that want the story to be in line, use your wonderful minds in telling Our history of desperate times.

As I sit sleepless, well past a normal hour on this cool mid week’s night, I realize my mission like a bright star out side, my life will not be showered in gold, however we have a story that needs to be told. We must do our duty and become Historians of our season, to deny it just fails to reason.


Charles Wills Redman Jr.
Comment by CWR (Fan of Culture) on September 4, 2008 at 8:15pm

It’s been some time since I last started a
I want to give the best advice and support I can.
I find rapid fire remarks morally liable, and
more harm then good.

I just returned from our local library, and I just sat
down to do some research and my thought’s drifted
as they usually do. It drifted to those letters
I’ve read from so many people, petting the broken
soul of a combat grunt. It drifted to the
countless doctors and layman a like, telling a
combat vet how they should feel. Telling you how
to get over the “thoughts of your actions” that
sit poised on the edge of your mind everyday.
It’s not their fault the world has changed.

In the 1960-70’s America had historically
changing events that have made remarkable advancements and
horrifying slips into our lives today. Some
important advancement: Freedom- We are closer to
equal treatment of humans more so then in any time
or place in history. The internet- Though just a
machine it has become the heart beat of
communication. Some horrifying events that leave
us where we are today are the Bi-polar affect of
relationships-We have withdrawn from the “tribe
/family unit.” and; Moral death- We have
repelled anything from the past and we lost moral thought
with it. Today we do not trust our past’s
We left the community for the industry growing
thick in the heart .These events have left you
the combat Vet worrying why you can not find help for
that ghost in your head.

We no longer want help from our fathers we
pulled away from their teaching (s) and set out to find
our own way. The grand leaps and bounds in technology
science human rights are over shadowed with the
facts that we now care more about proper labeling
and monetary gains then we do for teaching,
learning ,feelings and using non cognate action.

Everything has been cataloged in neat easy to
understand check lists, everything (even if it
does not fit) has its place. If your problem
can’t be fixed with a pill then your either a liar or
insane. Now that we have turned our existence
into a big 9 to 5 job focusing on money, those that
can not keep up because of physical or mental road
blocks are of no use and shunned like minorities
of the 1950’s

So from this rant you may take this with you. You
ARE alone in this fight; each will bear their own
scares alone. Our modern culture cannot check
your feeling off on a simple list. There are
countless programs and groups which you should
give a chance - However few will be with you to
the end of life. This does not mean you will fail, it
means you will have to do for yourself, something
lost in us. YOU are the one that can come to
terms. As those that give you assistance then
fade into the past, let them help you to the next
step-the next friend. Gain from it understanding what
you did and why. Educate your mind, cater to its
needs; keep it as clear as you can. Read for
direction, talk for expression, nothing comes
from hiding and suppressing. Locking it up and keeping
yourself ignorant only leads to your sure madness
and painful self pity.

Once you have come to grips with your issue(s)
become the next friend, teach those after you and
become a good memory.

I hope my mind is not too twisted, if this
letter gets to one then my intentions are rewarded


Comment by CWR (Fan of Culture) on September 4, 2008 at 7:56pm

Evening Guys,

I hope all is going well with your work. I ,myself
have been doing well and I am wanting for winter
to set in. I do more painting in the winter, it’s
the endless darkness, and it does something to my

I wanted to touch on the last letter I wrote you.
I believe in my closing I stated about a need to
educate the masses before they would follow your
lead. That is far truer then you may think.
Without the power of knowledge we are riddled with
fear and assume that everyone is a threat. Without
education we can not put together solutions for
our problems, leaving us to rely on others for
everything. This may be a great thing for a City
with an abundance of laborious employments, not for
a City losing its history-life block by block.
Not everyone is able to continue their education
past High School; many can not even get that far.
Like myself they drop out because of lack of
structure (something I will discuss in a later
letter) Some go to trade schools earning a
“degree” in just a few months, however that
“degree’ is site specific and a refined education
has to wait , sometimes for decades if at all.
What you have with these levels of education is
localized ideals taught by older generations that
have the same type of education. As I am sure you
know a basic education and the "fine arts" do not
work well together. Bigotries and skepticism of
the ignorant will clash with dreams for the
betterment of our community.

Without major employment or larger enrollments in
higher education, which is impossible without
employment, you are left with educating the city
with what you have until the above situation is

I understand what you are looking for in this
City, and its fine to be working with those that
you work with closest, however in the end the many
will stop you faster, by any means, before the few
can think of a way to stop them. What I mean by
this is if your plans are going to work you need
the power of the people, the common people, to
back your game up. If they, the people of this
City, are left with thoughts so out dated, they
can and will be your down fall. Leaving you right
where you were just a few years ago.

No matter how many signs and paintings you get
granted, no matter how many parties you have, if
they do not understand the point they will bring
it right back down. Safety for us is in the
unchanged, we fear the unknown, we fear the

A few ways to educate the masses is through
programs, work shops and mentorship. Something I
believe is extinct in our City. Just one day
walking and watching in the city shows you that we
have no direction or cause; we can’t see the
picture for it’s out of focus. Through programs
you will find those that will be the assets to the
cities rebirth and also help train those that will
work as its labor force. Without them you will
fight an uphill battle until your time has run
out. By using programs you get a two-fold return;
first you find your local talents, second you
produce a work force that outside employers are
looking for. This in turn brings jobs and money
and so on.

I understand you, or no one for that matter, can
just snap their fingers and these programs will
appear. However you have assets in the city that
you can build from. One program is the Carnegie
Free library. An institute for free learning, a
gate way to better things. With the right
direction it can be the institute it once was. At
this time it is little more then a used book
store, and a computer shop, it lacks the
leadership to bring it up to par with your plans.
Once it has direction it can be turned into a
focused center for learning and wisdom. If I ‘m
not too bold, I feel that it is one of the reasons
this city is in such poor shape in the first
place. Books are chosen for placement while other
lay in boxes. You are free to be educated but only
if you want the information to come from 1967. If
you have questions or need information you have to
either request a book from another library or they
direct you to the Computer, which is no better
then gossip at best. So how can a City change
without a corner stone to lean on... slowly if

I understand your mission, so making waves with a
institute like a library is not always a good
choice, but if done correctly both parties can
come out as hero’s and winners. It’s a fine line
between force and assistance, it's all in the way
you “say it.” I would suggest if you see this as a
valuable avenue, to make the public as the
catalyst for the changes needed to bring the
Library up to speed. Instead of demanding a
change, ask for the public to donate books in the
names of loved ones, books they want others to
read. Make a month in the year for "Book donation
month "to honor their lost friends and families.
This will boost the new book count and give new
reason to visit the Library. I believe these
donated books have to be placed at time of
receipt, or the donor will ask questions the
librarian’s don’t want to hear.

With this program you may add a few other programs
to incite the public to read and further their
education. Write to authors and ask for them to
donate their work, call upon the Government to be
a part of the programs to issue scholarships donate
supplies and such. Without education we are just
dumb and reckless... something you don’t want
written on the welcome sign to the City. Educated,
we are willing to expand, to try new things and be
part of the solution.

As always no reply needed,



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