One person's thoughts may change the world
Cleaning things out after Christmas always brings up something unexpected. I found a treasure trove of items, in particular, some old periodicals I kept over the years. One set was Vibe magazine. When the magazine first got started, I signed up immediately for it. Because Quincy Jones was executive producer at the time at the magazine, I knew it would be of some substance, and it was. Many of today’s music titans got their big break from being on the cover and subsequently interviewed by the magazine. It was cool, hip, urban, suburban, frank, in yo’ face, and fun to read. And it also introduced many ads of urban items which are now mainstream as well, but at that time in the ’90s, were exclusive to New York and LA back in the day.
The other periodical I use to read intensely was the Jazz trumpet journal. I play trumpet, and it was as hip to the trumpet scene as Vibe was to the hip-hop,rap community. Jazz trumpet journals covers were raw, poorly drawn, faded picture, yet, had an artistic quality to them. They were also cheaply done, but it didn’t matter, it was the content that counted. The jazz trumpet journal made its point to interview all the heavy cats of the day, and also transposed solos as well. It was a great magazine, but, was a niche market. You had to be a cool trumpet player to even know about it as well as support it by having a subscription for it. I was intent of immersing myself with jazz in the 90’s trying to catch up after having not played trumpet for so long at that time. The jazz trumpet journal helped me become jazz literate, helping raise my jazz IQ from a baby to teenager. I read an interview with Freddie Hubbard then got a chance to play a transcribed solo. I got a chance to read about the maker of the Monet trumpet, the one which Wynton Marsalis plays. I got to read some interesting things about Clifford Brown, Wallace Roney, Detroit native Marcus Belgrave, Lee Morgan, Roy Eldridge, and Freddie Hubbard, to name a few.
And that is what this is all about. The death of the printed media. When something is printed, it may be kept for future reference. It may be kept for keepsake. It may be kept for reference, for valuable and “touchable” information. When I wrote my book, I “wrote” it. I took pencil and paper and kept it by my bed, writing what ever came to my mind, at 2:00am in the morning. Writing it this way gave me something to get in touch with, something to feel while writing. It was better for me to write it that way, before entering it into the computer. It just wasn’t the same as typing it initially, writing it first gave me a sense and “feel” of the words. To this day I have kept those journals and refer to them sometimes, just to remind me of those feelings.
So the slightly organized pile of magazines, journals, sheet music, and more takes me back to a time when printed media was still in its heyday, just before the internet became king of information and misinformation. In today’s world, printed media still has its place, even though you can hold hundreds of books in your kindle or iPad. Given that I have been working in information systems for 25 years, I still need to step back from technology and remember when something was printed and allowed you to savor it while physically turning the page. I still love buying the New York Times Sunday edition, in print, and only read online stuff that catches my eye.
So 1o years from now, when you want to go back and look at either media or books that gave you a pleasurable experience while reading it, allowed you build up your IQ on something that has become important for your professional or personal growth, or something physically remind you of your human experience on this planet, would you want to pull up a file on your computer to remember that experience, or, would you want to turn the page that you once turned before, and remember……