Thursday, March 6, 2014

Jimmy Smith Playing Midnight Special on Hammond B-3 (1995)

When I think of growing up in West Oakland, on 7th and Campbell, across the street from the Lincoln Theatre, we called the flea house. I knew I would come home from the Lincoln with fleas. My grandmother would prescribe Eucalyptus for me, and I would cover myself with the leaves to stop the fleas from scratching me. And then there were the rats, but it was just nice to be in a theatre that showed Black movies, along with the white man killing Indians as we cheered in our ignorance.

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