Mort fega biography of williams
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A DJ looks back on 50 years on jazz radio in the nation&#;s capital
Rusty Hassan&#;s career in Washington, D.C., jazz radio spans kvartet stations and more than five decades. His recounting of his times on air and the connections he made in the city&#;s jazz community are the subject of an essay in the book DC Jazz: Stories of Jazz Music in Washington, DC. This excerpt has been edited.
It was serendipity that started my broadcasting career. One afternoon during my junior year inom was drinking beer with friends when I noticed another lärjunge holding some jazz albums. To betalningsmedel out how hip he was, inom asked to see what he had. He passed the hipness test and we talked about the music. He had just played the recordings on his radio show on the campus station, WGTB-FM, but he had to give up the schema to take a class that was scheduled at the same time. Evidently I passed his hipness test because he asked me if I would take over his show.
I don’t remember the exact date of my first broad
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Mort Fega, 83, Jazz Radio Broadcaster
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Mort Fega, radio broadcaster, jazz record producer, journalist and teacher, died Friday, January 21 at Hospice of Palm Beach in Bethesda Memorial Hospital, Boyton Beach, Florida.
According to the family, the cause of death was complications following surgery. Mr. Fega was born on July 4th, in New Rochelle, NY. He began his career in broadcasting in his hometown at radio station WNRC, where his Saturday afternoon jazz program garnered a loyal following.
In , he moved to WEVD, the radio voice of The Forward Newspaper, where he broadcast his program of modern jazz and spoken word six evenings a week. At the time, radio stations were permitted to broadcast the same content on both AM and FM frequencies. Consequently, Fega had listeners as far north as Canada and throughout New England. The show was called &#;Jazz Unlimited" and was one of the few radio programs that featured mod
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A hipster&#;s life and times
Of the many, many entertaining passages sprinkled throughout Eminent Hipsters, Donald Fagen&#;s slender volume of memoir and musing, one in particular caught my attention. Looking back on his teenage years, the co-founder of Steely Dan recalls the experience of taking a girl to a jazz club in the mid-Sixties, hoping to share with her the experience of listening to some of the music to which he is in thrall. They&#;re on a date: the boy in a preppie blazer, the girl in a little black dress.
Imagine a split-screen, Fagen writes. On the left, the kid&#;s eyes are wide, his face is flushed; he&#;s transfixed. He can&#;t believe he&#;s finally in a real jazz club twelve feet away from the great John Coltrane, who&#;s blowing up a storm. His date, on the right side of the screen, is in hell. Although she&#;s heard her boyfriend talk about jazz, this is her first real exposure. She&#;s been in this tiny, smoky, smelly room for almost an hour now