My old assistant was really into “affiliate programs.” He’d grab a bunch of info from Wikipedia about, say, Stevia, publish it to an ad-laden “blog,” and use all the SEO techniques he could think of. Naturally, since he was just out of his teens and still living with his parents, he thought he was making “good money.” He never understood why I don’t populate Bostworld with ads. Apparently, he saw no contradiction in profiting from the uncompensated work of others.
I like to hope this site trades in forms of capital that are in some ways more valuable than actual money. Obviously, we derive great pleasure from helping keep alive work by Les Humphries, Butterscotch and other forgotten artists. But it’s also about making connections. Fans aren’t the only ones who enjoy our posts about the Golddiggers or Love Workshop — so have the artists themselves. We’ve received nice notes from members of the Doodletown Pipers, The Going Thing, the Young Americans, as well as Michael Lloyd, Joe Scott and even Wonderful Russ himself. We’ve also heard from family members eager both to share memories of lost loved ones and to connect with fans who help them celebrate those memories.
And now we come to “Grazing in The Grass” by the Adam Ross Reeds. It’s a great album, certainly well worth the quarter we paid for it almost two decades ago. It’s a marvelously breezy souvenir from the late sixties, rendering such contemporary classics as “Summer Samba,” “Music To Watch Girls By,” ” Watermelon Man” and “The Theme From Black Orpheus” in eclectic up-tempo arrangements sure to please fans of the “turned on” big band discotheque jazz idiom. But as for Mr. Reed himself, we know nothing about him – never heard of him before this album. The liner notes confess that he worked on “The Donald O’Connor Show” and “Allan Ludden’s Gallery,” but let’s face it: that’s not much help. So, until we hear from Adam Jr., this is the best we can do.