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- Chatham, Ontario (Mp3)
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I guess everybodys life has a soundtrack. I know mine has and it started back in Chatham, Ontario my home town. Chatham had been a terminal on the Underground Railroad, so there were a fair number of black folks round there, in Dresden and around Kent County. Back in the 50s when I was coming into my teen years there was an unspoken kind of segregation going on. There was a black restaurant and a white restaurant. No signs were put up but everybody knew. White, middle-class kids went to one restaurant and black kids and rebels and working class kids went to the other. The music we were exposed to at home was mainly classical and mainstream stuff. My mother had trained in opera singing and piano. My dad loved classical music and opera. He thought that black Gospel singing was screaming. He loved opera which I thought was screaming, so we had a sort of a stalemate there. I came to change my mind about opera but he didnt change his mind about gospel singing, unless it was Mahalia Jackson or Judith Anderson on a recognized TV network. In his younger days he had worked in sales at the Heintzman piano factory in Toronto and taught himself to play piano by ear. When Aimee Semple McPherson, the evangelist, was in town he was hired to play at the Revival Meeting. His specialty was Almost Persuaded which was used to lure the shy up to the front so they could be publicly saved. At night, in Chatham, when the AM signal was better, you could hear
the black radio station signal from Detroit, Michigan some 50 miles
away. That sound would come trolling down into southern Ontario and it
was very, very different. I stuck with it, learned to understand it a
little. I even began to imitate it. This was several years before Elvis
hit the airwaves and popular music was very, very white with some
notable exceptions like Nat King Cole. Little Willie John singing Im
Glad over the AM radio waves coming from Detroit, late at night
defines this whole musical period for me. 11/10/2005
© Sonia Brock
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