Books Before The Inherited Heart

Before I published The Inherited Heart: An American Memoir (and sought fully up to date means to promote and market it), I had published ten other books of my own–five through trade and university presses; one, the comic novel I mentioned previously, through Park Place Publications; and four through an independent press my wife and I ran for eleven years, Betty’s Soup Shop Press. Betty makes great soup and I had dreams of a small restaurant down the coast, just past Big Sur, replete with Greek blue and white oilcloth tabletops, a cozy candlelit place where I could play piano on Thursday through Saturday nights–but for some strange reason Betty was not at all inclined to prepare soup on a daily basis for a hundred or more folks, so we settled for a press—and all that entails.

Here are my other books:

Jazz Journeys to Japan: The Heart Within; University of Michigan Press, 2004

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“Part music history, part cultural meditation, part travel narrative, Jazz Journeys to Japan is the first book to address the experiences of individual Japanese jazz musicians—greats such as Toshiko Akiyoshi, Masahiko Satoh, Makoto Ozone, and Yosuke Yamashita. Author William Minor navigates the converging streams of Western music and Eastern tradition, revealing through interviews with musicians, critics, and producers the unique synthesis that results from this union. And, turning conventional wisdom on its ear, he disproves the widely held notion that Japanese jazz artists don’t “swing.” Along the way, we experience Minor’s growing appreciation of Japanese culture, which mirrors his subjects’ discovery of American jazz.”

“Bill Minor has long been a highly respected observer of the jazz scene and one of its most literate journalists. In Jazz Journeys to Japan, he casts light on the much-neglected Japanese jazz scene and is not only quite informative, but very witty.” —Scott Yanow, author of Trumpet Kings and Jazz On Record

“With an eye and an ear for detail and a poet’s passion, William Minor commits himself to meticulously leaving no stone unturned in his journey to understand the jazz heart within Japan. In his first-person exploration teeming with personal anecdotes and enlightening interviews, Bill engages the reader immediately with ‘scherzando’ (playful) reverence.” —Dan Ouellette, music critic, Billboard and DownBeat

“Jazz has been deeply rooted in the soil of the mysterious country of Zen, haiku, and Bushido for three quarters of a century, but not until Jazz Journeys to Japan has a book shed light on the Japanese jazz scene of today.” —Masahiko Satoh, pianist, composer, arranger

“Minor has done a very good, and long-overdue, job of putting to rest the mythology of the ‘vapid’ and unswinging Japanese jazz artist. Reading his description of these musicians in action, I kept hearing the music jump off the page. He confirmed that these cats can swing!” —W. Royal Stokes, author of Living the Jazz Life and Swing Era New York

Monterey Jazz Festival: Forty Legendary Years; Angel City Press, 1997

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“Today the Monterey Jazz Festival, the dream of radio man Jimmy Lyons and San Francisco Chronicle columnist Ralph J. Gleason, is synonymous with the finest music the world of jazz has to offer. Scores of performers. The known. The unknown. Three September days full of sound emanating from the California town John Steinbeck called “a poem … a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.” And while today’s Festival is a dream-come-true for any jazz lover, its history is rich with drama, humor, catastrophe and success, a collage of emotion, compromise and risk-taking. And in these pages, every aspect jumps off the page in words and glorious black-and-white photographs. A special four-color gatefold features selected Monterey Jazz posters … In Monterey Jazz Festival: Forty Legendary Years, jazz journalist William Minor tells the story of the oldest, continuously performed jazz gathering in the world, the story of forty weekends of jazz that welcomed the likes of Dizzy Gillespie, Louis Armstrong, Dave Brubeck, Gerry Mulligan, Billie Holiday, Miles Davis, Carmen McRae, Janis Joplin, Herbie Hancock, Wynton Marsalis and Joshua Redman … Photographer and photo editor Bill Wishner has collected more than one hundred fifty rare images of the performers and performances that have highlighted the Festival over nearly half a century. Monterey Jazz Festival: Forty Legendary Years includes a complete listing of all musicians who have performed on the Monterey stages from 1958 to 1997. This is the definitive history of the Festival that defines jazz.”

“As you turn the pages of this book, you’ll feel the celebration in jazz at Monterey.” — Clint Eastwood; “A good read and a valuable resource”–JazzTimes; Monterey Jazz Festival chronicles the heady experience of launching a jazz festival of international stature.”–Dave Brubeck; “When it comes to the definitive story of a defining event in American history, you can’t beat Monterey Jazz Festival: Forty Legendary Years–Patricia Holt (San Francisco Chronicle), “An informative and lively narrative, full of amusing anecdotes and thoughtful analysis”–Paul de Barros (DownBeat); “This is such a thorough accounting of jazz in Monterey that even Minor’s photo captions are vignettes in themselves … if his previous work, Unzipped Souls, alerted us to a fresh talent, his latest, Monterey Jazz Festival: Forty Legendary Years, easily places Minor among the top jazz critics and writers in the U.s.“–Ray A. March 

Unzipped Souls: A Jazz Journey Through the Soviet Union; Temple University Press, 1995

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“William Minor, taking the reader on a tour of the Soviet jazz circuit in the twilight of communism, personalizes the phenomenon with accounts he gathered from folks who, in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, both participated in carrying off this cultural coup and continue to perpetuate the jazz idiom … a timely and truly astonishing tale, and, in the author’s lucid prose, a charming one as well.”
W. Royal Stokes, editor of Jazz Notes

“Across 9,000 kilometers and six republics of the former Soviet Union, William Minor embarked on a “jazz journey” to observe the development of contemporary Russian jazz, as it responded to abundance of cultural changes … A jazz writer and musician himself, Minor sat in on private performances and went backstage at several major festivals, witnessing first-hand the artistic release and creativity of Russian musicians. Throughout his travels, the author interviewed musicians, critics, and fans, and reproduces in his book an intimate sense of their aspirations, struggles, successes; they tell of shared resources, networks, and inventive forums for playing and exchanging information … Minor’s impressions and experiences are a valuable behind-the-scenes look the country and the culture just before the collapse of the communist state.”

“Outside of S. Frederick Starr or Bill Minor, who’ve written about jazz in Russia, no American has written extensively about a foreign jazz scene.” Kevin Whitehead, New Dutch Swing

Trek: Lips, Sunny, Pecker and Me; Park Place Publications, 2007

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“It’s 1976, the American Bicentennial year, and a California family sets out on a patriotic pilgrimage to Detroit, birthplace to the parents who want their teenage sons to see “real” American cars before they become extinct. Full of antic adventures, the trip to Detroit is a disaster. On the return journey the family joins the Jarvis Spindelshank Overland Trail Re-enactment Party–a group celebrating, and imitating, one of the original journeys on the Oregon Trail. This leg of the Bicentennial trek leads to further comic adventures with heightened drama: a simulated cholera epidemic, an Indian attack, and a buffalo hunt–plus a surprise ending. William Minor’s highly entertaining fact-based novel is intended for all audiences who love their families, American history and folklore, earthy humor, zany but charming storytelling, and just plain fun. Minor’s literary craftsmanship and fine sense of the absurd have been compared to that of Mark Twain and Peter De Vries, and in this work–the satire of which may be even more relevant today than it was in 1976–Minor’s bright, playful and purposeful prose, without making fun of anyone, has fun with just about everything and everyone American.”

“Think Kerouac’s On the Road with National Lampoon vacation warrior Chevy Chase at the wheel and the calamitous cast from Little Miss Sunshine tumbling in for the ride. Minor details the misadventures of the Moker family as they set off to see America during the bicentennial year of 1976, only to discover not its beauty and majesty, but chaos, clutter and an odd cast of characters who drive off cliffs with parade floats, blow up bologna and shoot plastic deer off the lawns of a motel. Written with colorful dialogue and steeped in cultural import, Mr. Minor’s page-turner trek is indeed a true road trip of the absurd.” Dan Ouellette (The Volkswagen Bug Book, DownBeat, Billboard) –Dan Ouellette

“Bill Minor’s TREK is that rare thing in fiction these days, Twain-style, laugh-out-loud funny, tall-tale storytelling. It has that ‘What the hell is this?’ quality. ‘My God,’ one asks oneself, ‘Can he really carry this off?’ Yes, yes, yes… Read it, read it, friend, and see.” –Robert Sward (A Much-Married Man and Rosicrucian in the Basement)

“Two Thumbs Up! William Minor’s loopy Bicentennial road novel, is a real trip. Independence Day death tallies. Hunters shooting plastic deer. The East, then West, then East, again, hitchhiker. Hypothetical double features. The State of Utah float made entirely of butter. Absurd. Quirky. Off beat. Over the top. Below the belt. I’ve never in my life read anything like it–there IS nothing like it.” –Rick Carroll (IZ Voice of the People)

Some Grand Dust; Chatoyant,2002

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“William Minor had been married (to the same woman!) for thirty-eight years when he started his collection of short pieces entitled Our Peasant Life. Minor spares neither wit nor compassion when he explores marriage, love, household, family, and neighbors in this charming work … In Moker, Minor turns his life around, imagining that he hadn’t pursued the woman he would love the rest of his life, or the passion for music that has kept him focused. His alter ego, Moker, pads about an empty apartment in bare feet, divorced (he didn’t find the right woman!), imagines a daughter he never had, and finds peace through acceptance and humor … Minor’s skillfully crafted poems weave a story of life, longing, and loving in the years beyond youth. Some Grand Dust is an extraordinary portrait of ordinary lives.”

“This is an honest, warm, and beautifully written tribute to the survival of love, no matter what. A book to treasure and pass on to your friends.” — Molly Giles

“I’ve enjoyed reading William Minor’s poems for nearly 40 years. His memoir of a marriage is honest and touching. His imagined “other life”–the second part of the book–is equally engaging, also embracing marriage: “my metaphor.” — Carolyn Kizer

“In recent American literature, there is nothing at all like this somber, rollicking, double-headed chronicle of one set of linked lives.”–Al Young

“These are superbly crafted verses of life, longing, loving, family, and neighbors — both real and imagined.–Midwest Book Review

Moker is marvelous, a real character and lives beyond the author’s shadow persona. ‘Some Grand Dust’ makes marriage into a formidable metaphor that challenges every new couple to love beyond the usual sentimental films and advertisements. This is a book that will have a life of its own as it breaks through pain and reflection into the sunlight of praise and hope. Perhaps something could be arranged so it’s passed out at every wedding so that newlyweds can become aware of the depth of experience that is really involved in a true marriage.”–James Schevill

In the two long sequences that make up Some Grand Dust, Bill Minor’s usual passion and directness are infused first with a nuanced tenderness when he reflects on his wife of 38 years, and second with a meditative wit when he examines an aging man’s thoughts about life. The result is a book of sensitivity and depth that, along with Minor’s exuberance for the things of this world, make Some Grand Dust grand reading not to be missed.”Morton Marcus

Some Grand Dust, although it makes no such claims, is a primer on how, despite our “pure pride and pettiness of spirit,” to make every day of our lives a celebration. And it does so with some really fine poetry.”–Elliot Ruchowitz-Roberts

“In the first series of poems from Some Grand Dust, noted author, poet, musician and artist Bill Minor takes love poetry to a new level. The poetry becomes a series of tender musings on his long marriage to his wife, captures the real essence of a loving relationship, one in which the day to day becomes a celebration. Each word is carefully chosen, and the poems have a quiet strength that become more vibrant with each reading. The second half of the book comes from the voice of the author’s alter-ego, and has a freshness and subtle humor that are delightful to read again and again. This is, quite simply, poetry as it should be written.”–Rhonda Lawson

“Opening with a series of forty-two short prose poems, passionate vignettes, William Minor steps outside himself and ‘sees’ how and why he has come to stand where he does. ‘What is marriage?’ the poet asks. ‘What exactly does it mean to be ‘husband’ or ‘wife’?’ At once humorous, plainspoken and romantic, the poems celebrate thirty-eight years of marriage, mark and offer praise to the poet’s wife, his muse, his ever-faithful, wonderfully wise ‘snoring goddess…my all-too-human myth’ … ‘The real miracle in life,’ he writes, ‘is having the courage to be perfectly, and I mean perfectly, ordinary.’ … All praise to Bill Minor! Our Peasant Life is the work of an eminently sane and courageous man.”–Robert Sward

Poet Santa Cruz: Number 4; Jazz Press, 1986

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“Like his hero, the Warsaw-born Osip Mandelstam, whose rich and rhythmic poetry enjoyed a devoted following in the USSR during the pre-Stalinist era, William Minor believes that poetry is play. ‘We play pianos, we play poems,’ he reminds us. ‘Just think: the same keyboard produces Teddy Wilson, Bud Powell and Bill Evans. An identical set of keys and ten fingers–but such variety of sound !’ … By way of explaining his own artistic versatility, Minor has sometimes talked about having grown up in Detroit around what he calls ‘a houseful of musical hustlers: clarinetists, accordion players, tap dancers, all kinds; all of them auditioning, always off to play this party or that wedding’ … I’ve sat up deep into the night listening to this man knock out spirited, danceable renditions of all the pop and jazz and country standards on piano, grinning the way he must’ve when a trio he headed had the gig at the 456 Club in Brooklyn back in the 1950s … Minor’s love of jazz, particularly swing and bebop, and every manner of keyboard and guitar music is, so to speak, his own brand of religious fundamentalism. But whatever you happen to pick up on or walk in on of Minor’s–whether it be a poem, a short story, a novel, a play, a drawing, a print, a painting, a piano vamp on ‘Lulu’s Back In Town,’ or a hot guitar break on some Hank Williams number–you can bet even money that the thing will be recognizable at once as what it’s supposed to be, that it will touch the heart, and that it’ll swing; that is, it’ll be fun … William Minor is the real thing: a liver of poetry who just happens to like writing the stuff, too. His work is as first-rate as he is one of a kind. And what is especially wonderful about reading it is that you know you’re in the hands of a congenital enjoyer of life who wants to share the way his world looks and sounds and feels and tastes, yet without ever trying to prove anything … Minor celebrates seemingly simple or casual events: kite-flying with his son, a beach scene near his home in Pacific Grove, a visit to the doctor, listening to Mozart on a crappy phonograph while waiting for his wife to get home from Jazzercise class, seeing a statue of that old goat Pan in a Greek museum. And shining from the center of it all is love; an oblational love, as Minor might term it, but love all the same in all its agelessness.”—AI Young

Natural Counterpoint: Poems by Paul Oehler and William MInor; Betty’s Soup Shop Press, 1985

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“This book is unique in that each author has set his ego aside, temporarily, and truly collaborated on a collection of poetry. Poems are grouped under four headings: First Person, The Outside, Cranial and Other People. The author of each poem is designated on the title page of each section, yet remains anonymous within-in the-spirit of those Vagantes, troubadours, scops, and wandering scholars who placed the content of their poems and the poems themselves above self in the Middle Ages, a time not all that much unlike our own.”

See “On the Nature of Literary Friendship: Paul Oehler, by William Minor” in Writers Friendship, edited and compiled by Robert Sward: http://webdelsol.com/f-friendship.htm

Goat Pan: Poems by William Minor; Betty’s Soup Shop Press, 1984

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“From November, 1978, to July, 1979, my wife and I lived in Greece- on the islands of Crete and Paros, with excursions to Cos, Rhodes, Naxos, Delos, Delphi, Thera and Olympia. When we first arrived in Athens we discovered a rare statue of Pan in the National Archaeological Museum. No horns, no hoofs. He even lacked hands, but only through a flaw in duration. He was just a fat, squat, middle-aged man: antic, irreverent, fun loving, frisky, constantly inventive. And he became our presiding spirit in that country … Actuality ends there. The ‘I’ of these poems is not I, who felt very much at home in Greece. The speaker is a slightly troubled American, awe struck, confused by the subtle and sometimes violent fusion of spirituality and ‘sensuous strife,’ of stark reverence and naked dance. The poems contain the sometimes comic adventures and responses of an American tourist attempting to cope with a land older, wiser, wilder, richer than himself … And, of course, the poems contain much homage to my favorite god- person, Pan.”

Like Goat Pan, which was “lavishly illustrated by the author” (laser-scanned full color paintings, half-tone drawings, and woodcut prints), the following two books contained as much art work (and photos in the case of For Women Missing or Dead) as poetry–although I was having trouble at the time convincing publishers that this was a plausible way to go or “do business.” When I would submit my poems to journals along with woodcut prints I regarded as counterparts (not just “illustrations”), editors would say, “We like the poems, but we aren’t interested in the prints” (which generally meant they couldn’t afford to reproduce them); and visual artists would say, “Nice prints, but do I have to read all this crap?”

Again, fortunately, the world has changed, and looking back, I’m proud of these little books and pleased that I stuck to my guns in the midst of opposition. My wife and I (Betty’s Soup Shop Press) published Goat Pan, For Women Missing or Dead, and Pacific Grovethe latter in an unusual horizontal format (that fit the art work). For Women Missing or Dead was innovative in that, having been married to Betty for twenty years, I found myself still carrying some old girlfriends around in my head–so I exorcised them by including their photos in the book, an act of daring that one poet, Gary Soto, told me he’d always wanted to do but didn’t feel a publisher would go for it.

For Women Missing or Dead: Poem/Prints, Betty’s Soup shop Press, 1977

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I always “heard” the poems from For Women Missing or Dead as late night blues “tunes,” so years later I set them to music: O-honest-to-God songs (not just words with a musical ambiance behind them). I posted twelve of these songs in the “Music” section of my website (www.bminor.org), short audio samples, crude “homegrown” demo versions I hoped might attract the attention of performers who’d want to sing them–but that didn’t happen. So on occasion I sing them myself, and two of these songs were included on a site J.J. Webb, a former head of web development at Stanford University Business School and a poet with a long history of internet editing, set up for me–Bill Minor’s Mortality Suite: A Broadside of Jazz Riffs–on his Beau Blue Presents series that included MP3 readings, and in my case, original music and art work:  http://jjwebb.ihwy.com/mortalitysuite/. I’ll discuss this interesting venture–and a CD I produced as a spinoff (or “expansion” of this work), Mortality Suite–in a future blog.

Pacific Grove: poems/drawings/woodcuts/prose by William Minor, Betty’s Soup Shop Press, 1974

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I published this book a year before the town, founded in 1875 as a Methodist gate enclosed retreat–often referred to as “one of the last hometowns in America,” as well as the “Butterfly Capitol of California”–was preparing to celebrate its centennial. Betty and I had arrived in 1971, when I took a job teaching English at Monterey Peninsula College, and I assembled a number of poems, prose pieces, drawings and woodcut prints as a book that ended: “As for myself, I walk through this village dispensing stories and songs and poems, but I am not the only bard. My stuff is well received, though no one sees fit to praise me for it. I am one of those necessary happy mad persons who pays taxes and dues but forgets how much … What we use seems sufficient ground for our own two feet. I like it here … This is the first place in my life I do not wish to move from: Pacific Grove.”

Ironically, I sold all 450 copies we printed in just a few months. People bought the book thinking it was a reliable “history” of the town, and, unfortunately, I could well imagine their surprise and displeasure when they got home and discovered it was just my own happy mad wild surreal romp with words. After five brutal winters teaching in Wisconsin, I was so content to be where I was!

I think it’s one of the few times in my life when I came up with the right thing at just the right time (as far as writing went) and this solely by accident. I just hope those people who purchased the book were willing to accept “We trouble no one with what we know, not enamel birds or tire-gray seals. We have few skills, but those we have are fully possessed. We make bean bag chairs and music” in place an actual history of the town.

The Anthology of Monterey Bay Poets 2004; Edited by Ryan Masters, Introduction by William Minor; Chatoyant, 2004

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I’ll toss this book in here because I like it, and when Pacific Grove Poet-in-Residence Ryan Masters assembled it (and included a poem of my own), he asked me to write an intro, which I did.

“The ANTHOLOGY OF MONTEREY BAY POETS 2004 contains poems by nearly 100 poets residing in the Monterey Bay Area … Monterey Bay, California, is a refuge for wildlife both common and rare. This anthology collects the work of the rarest, or perhaps the wildest, of life in the region — its poets. Drawing from the rich natural and human environment that surrounds their creators, the poems collected in this volume create a vivid postcard of life in this artistically vibrant region.”  (Description on Chatoyant site)

“The anthology is terrific…Individual poems demand appreciation — yet the collective success exceeds any one poem’s strength. Congratulations on a nicely balanced collection.” Dana Gioia Poet/Chairman, NEA

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Author: William Minor

I am a writer and musician who has published twelve books: most recent: Gypsy Wisdom: New & Selected Poems; also The Inherited Heart: An American Memoir, a comic novel (Trek: Lips. Sunny, Pecker and Me); three books on jazz (most recent: Jazz Journeys to Japan: The Heart Within), and seven books of poetry. A professional musician since the age of sixteen, I have released three CDs (most recent: Love Letters of Lynchburg--spoken word and original musical score commissioned by the Historic Sandusky Foundation in Virginia). I was educated at The University of Michigan, Pratt Institute, The University of Hawaii, UC-Berkeley (MFA in Painting and Drawing), and San Francisco State College (MA in Language Arts). I taught for thirty-two years (English, Creative Writing, Humanities at The University of Hawaii, Wisconsin State University-Whitewater, and Monterey Peninsula College). Originally trained as a visual artist, I have exhibited woodcut prints and paintings at the San Francisco Museum of Art, The Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, and the Smithsonian Institution. I have been married to Betty for fifty-nine years and we have two grown sons: Timothy and Stephen. We live in Pacific Grove, California where, retired from teaching, I just write and play music, both of which I love.

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