About Me

The truth ain't pretty.

Hi.  My name is Patrick Quinlan.

I grew up in New York City a long time ago, back when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth.  

A lot of white guys my age came to discover great black music by first listening to rock music.

After a while, they began to notice that people like Eric Clapton, and the Rolling Stones, and Led Zeppelin were borrowing heavily from earlier black musicians, and in some cases, outright stealing.

That isn't really how it happened with me.  Which is not to say I didn't notice that, too.  It just isn't how it started.

It started because I was the youngest of five, trailing the next youngest by several years, and my older siblings would give me their records after they were done with them.  LPs in those days, vinyl records you played on a turntable.

When I was about nine years old, one of my sisters left me this:

Street Songs, by Rick James, with the smash hit "Super Freak," and the only slightly less catchy, "Give it to Me, Baby."  If you were around in those days, you might even remember the back cover of that album:

This wasn't Deep Purple.

Around that time, there was a popular show on TV called "Soul Train," broadcast late on Saturday mornings, which I would watch after the cartoons were over.

Then came the Woodstock movie, with performances by the likes of Richie Havens, Sly and the Family Stone, and Jimi Hendrix.  But these were rocks stars. 

In the fullness of time, I actually became a bit of a rock star myself, just in a different field entirely.

And I married a black woman.  During our tumultuous relationship, she exposed me to music I didn't want to like at first, like the Fugees, Erykah Badu, and even Destiny's Child.

Later, I dated a jazz singer for a long time, and she exposed me to Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Charlie Parker - also, Chet Baker and Bill Evans, among others.  

She also introduced me to Parliament/Funkadelic.  Which sort of brought me full circle.  George Clinton and Rick James were roughly contemporaries, playing similar kinds of music.  

And I realized something: I had that Rick James record when I was a child.  In some ways, this music has shaped my entire life.

Welcome to my blog.

GBM drives a beautiful old Saab 900 SE Turbo convertible. 
That's because the man has taste.