Finn’s Wake
An Update of all things Finnish
by Mark Finn

My, my, what a busy year 2009 has been! I no sooner got my feet back
under me than I was taking off in a couple of different directions. Let
me ‘splain. No, there is no time. I sum up.

I started a project two years ago, a museum for Vernon-born trombonist
Jack Teagarden, the undisputed King of the Blues Trombone and one of the
best trombone players of all time, period. I was working with a man
named Joe Showler, who has spent forty years amassing a collection of
Jack Teagarden information that is singular and unique: 78 lps, press
clippings, magazines, reel-to-reel tape, video interviews,
discographies, you name it. Rare, scarce, private, and just plain
jaw-dropping. Much of what Joe gathered went into a two-hour documentary
he made. By diligently going through major newspapers and copying
adverts, Joe figured out where Teagarden was for 80% of his professional
career.

Yeah. It’s THAT kind of a collection.

Sidebar #1: The Jack Teagarden Primer
Here are some links you need to check out. Seriously. If you are into
big band or swing music, and you’ve never heard of Teagarden, and most
importantly, if you’re a Texan, you need to stop what you’re doing and
get caught up.

The Wiki Entry for Jack Teagarden
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Teagarden

A fan's Teagarden site with lots of goodies (who knew Geocities was
still around?) http://www.geocities.com/bourbonstreet/2508/

A YouTube video that perfectly demonstrates Jack's technical ability and
great singing style http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5MirA2SWiY

Something for my Geek Brethren: "The Sliphorn King of Polaroo" An Early
Walter Lanz Cartoon featuring Jack "Jackson" Teagarden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5MirA2SWiY

Well, Joe wanted to bring it to Vernon, settle down, and turn it into a
museum. It was a good idea for us, because we could pay out on the
collection over time, and have the benefit of Joe’s expertise as a
curator of the museum. We needed a building and some start-up cash, but
it wasn’t not-doable. Unfortunately, our talks broke down when we needed
to focus on the theater to keep it running. That massaging effort lasted
for most of last year, as well. It wasn’t until last Christmas that
Cathy suggested I get back on the museum project.

I got back in touch with Joe. He was excited to hear from me. Yes, he
was still interested, he said, but there was a hitch: he’d been
diagnosed with terminal liver cancer and was given six months to live.
The news rocked me back on my heels, as you can well imagine. It also
changed the shape of the deal significantly. Medical treatments for
cancer being what they are, there was no way he could leave Canada and
that free health care system. Also, with him unable to look past six
months, economically, the deal to buy his collection would have to
change. And change it did.

I scrambled to get a building earmarked for the theater, even as I
started looking for a private institution that would donate two hundred
thousand dollars. That’s what the project needs, give or take fifty
thousand. On the one hand, for the kind of museum that I’m talking
about, that would pull curious folks in from the highway, that’s a
pittance. On the other hand, it’s a QUARTER OF A MILLION DOLLARS, JACK!
There’s not a way to make that number sound small.

Well, I wasn’t going to let any of it phase me. In one months’ time, I
secured a building; got the owner to agree to patch it up so that it
would be habitable; and got a promise from the hotel/motel committee for
$50 thousand bucks (provided, for example I can get another group to
donate). So far, so good. However, Joe was nervous. He wanted us to go
to Canada and examine the collection, first-hand. Also, we all knew that
it would be better if we got a piece of paper, some kind of letter of
intent, between us, to cement the deal.

My mother-in-law found some super-cheap tickets to Toronto, and so it
became a family trip; me, Cathy, Pat and Diane, and youngest brother
Mike. All of us with a stake in this enterprise, be it a seat on the
board of directors of the museum, or putting up something of an in-kind
donation, or both.

Sidebar #2 Our Trip to Canada
Toronto is an amazing city; equal parts New York City, Chicago, and San
Francisco, and also with its own unique touches. We were all smitten
with it and made individual promises to go back when we had more time
and just check it out in detail. But there are a few things to know
about Canada before someone goes. I thought you’d like to know the top
five things to be aware of before you get on the plane.

#1: Know your Metric System
Not just your miles to kilometers conversions, but all of it. It’s
confusing. For example, in Canada, when they say “Full Size Rental Car,”
you have to remember that it’s a metric value. In this case, it’s
roughly two-thirds of the value of a regular car. What would comfortably
seat six people in America will barely seat four. I had to dislocate my
right arm in order to get in the car. Fun! Since there were five of us,
the three people in the back were most profoundly uncomfortable as we
traipsed hither and thither across unfamiliar streets and highways. This
leads me to tip number two.

#2: Try not to Drive in Toronto. Ever.
Oh, it’s not because the cars are on the wrong side of the street; they
aren’t. Everything seems normal, in fact. That’s when they get you.
There are major thoroughfares in Toronto that everyone knows about,
like, for instance, Google Maps. These streets would seem to be a
logical way to travel quickly to a certain destination. However, once
you get on these streets, it’s nearly bloody impossible to get OFF the
streets. There are posted signs stating no left or right turns from 9 in
the morning until 5 at night. So, if you were supposed to go left at
that narrow street that looked more like an alley than an avenue and you
miss that turn, you won’t be able to turn left again until, oh, say,
Greenland. There is a bus and a train system in place for Toronto. I
suggest you use it.

#3: Bring cash. A suitcase full.
You may not know this, but as of sometime last year, your debit card
(you know, the one that’s got a VISA logo on it, that’s supposed to
completely mimic a credit card in every respect?) will no longer work in
Canada. The reason? “You know, that identity theft and pirate fraud and
stuff like that.” That’s a quote from one of the ladies at my bank, who
was sympathetic to our plight, but completely unwilling to overturn
federal law and make it so that we could get our money. That said, the
one dollar coins (named “loonies because of the picture of a loon on the
back) and the two dollar coins (named “toonies” because the one dollar
coins were named loonies) were a source of endless fascination with all
of us. I brought mine back. Cheap souvenir!

#4: Moose? What moose?
When you think of Canada, does not the moose pop instantly into our
brains? It really doesn’t matter to me that the beaver is the national
animal, just as I doubt that the average Germanic tourist cares one fig
that the mockingbird is the state bird of Texas. When they come to
Texas, they want to see cows and horses. When I go to Canada, I want to
see Mounties and mooses, not necessarily in that order. However,
Toronto, being so far east, was ridiculously bereft of moose. Not on
t-shirts, nor glasses, nor on tooks, or anything else like that. We even
ate at a place called the Loose Moose, thinking, if anyone is going to
have a moose on a shirt, it’s a faux biker bar called the Loose Moose,
right? Wrong. So, unless you’re heading to Western Canada, keep that
moose talk out of your dealings with the natives.

#5: Why, yes, you DO have an accent
Everywhere we went; restaurants, the tallest tower in Canada, you name
it, I’d be talking to the folks and let it slip that I’m from Texas, and
they’d all grin, nod their head, and say, “Oh, yeah, I figured that out
(pronounced “oot”) already.” Everyone was helpful in spite of our
linguistic crutches. Eventually, I stopped trying to fool them and
started saying “Howdy.” No point in hiding it if they are already on to
us. Thankfully, Canadians seem to like Texans. I suspect that shared
culture of beer drinking.

Paying attention to these five points will, I believe, greatly enhance
your Canadian experience.

We were all excited about seeing Joe Showler’s collection. We are all
fans of Teagarden to various degrees. This was akin to being a Marvel
Comics fan in the 1960s and getting to go over to Jack Kirby’s house.
When we finally got there, we were greeted by Joe, out on the porch
having a smoke. Now, I’ve only seen Joe on video tape before, so seeing
him like this, thin and moving slow, was a shock. He was jaundiced and
clearly not feeling well. But he lit up when he saw us, and we got to
meet his friends, John (who operates the excellent JazzOracle website)
and Bob (who helped with the making of the documentary and remembered
Pat and Diane from their trips to Vernon). We all tucked in and made
small talk, and when Joe felt up to it, we got to see the collection.

How can I describe it? Picture a bookcase, seven feet high, three feet
wide, and then fill it with two inch black binders. In these black
binders, place photographs of Jack Teagarden and the band until it’s
full. Then put them in chronological order from 1905 to 1964, label each
binder, and there’s five thousand photographs, right there. His book
collection was an impressive thing, about 400 books, all out of print,
all on Jazz and the early days of the movies. Films? Yeah, five hundred
of them. Everything from a commercial print of “The Birth of the Blues”
to private home movies of Jack and his family. Color slides. Lobby
cards. Playbills. Scrapbooks. Ticket stubs. Ads. Trade notices.
Magazines. If it was Teagarden or Teagarden-related, it was all here.
Eventually, we went downstairs into the record room and they played some
78s for us. Warm, rich tones, great sound, and wow, some really rare
cuts, too. As play dates go, it was one of the best. Joe was happy to
talk Teagarden with us. He showed me a peek at his unpublished book, a
900+ page kitchen-sink of a thing that goes from birth to death in a
straightforward style. Incredible.

We left, thinking that what we had seen was pretty much Joe’s life over
four decades. How impressive a thing for someone to collect to the point
that there’s hardly anything left? Considering how many collectors I
know, I felt a real kinship and affection for Joe. I got what he was doing.

The next day, we came back and talked business. John was onhand, as was
his sister, Barb, and we discussed the arrangement of transferring the
collection, the payment terms, and so forth. It was a painless meeting,
since we all wanted the same thing. Joe was really not feeling well, and
aside from his enthusiasm, wasn’t able to contribute much. The doctor
had been by and was going to send him in for another treatment the next
day. Despite that, Teagarden talk kept us there past a reasonable time,
and another friend was onhand, Steve, and we played more 78s and talked
old movies for about an hour while Joe collected himself. My
father-in-law, Pat, has known Showler for quite some time, and they
spent some time together just talking about stuff. Everyone else was
content to entertain us, or let us tell them about our plans for the
museum. We left, all of us, on a high note. This would happen. It was a
lot of money to raise in a short amount of time, but it had to be this way.

We flew out on Tuesday and dropped into Texas right in front of the
tornado stormfront that pushed across that evening. Instead of driving
back to Vernon, we spent the night in Richardson with in-laws. The next
morning, we started back. The sun was shining, and we’d done what we
needed to do in Canada. All was right with the world.

We were about two hours outside of Vernon when Steve Ray, our partner in
the movie theater and also on the board of directors for the museum,
called. He’d been the only one not able to make it, and I assumed he
wanted an update. “Hey,” he said, “where are you?”

“Two hours out. Why?”

“I’ve got some bad news.”

“Oh,” I said. Steve’s father in law had been in and out of the hospital
recently. I braced myself.

“I just heard from Kurt Nauck that Joe Showler passed away Tuesday night.”

It was a punch in the nose. The kind of hit where your eyes start to
water. I didn’t have anything to say. Steve knew he’d punched me, and he
apologized for it. There was nothing either of us could do. I hung up
and told the car the bad news. We all drove quietly for a while.
Honestly, as bad as he had looked, I really thought he’d be around for a
few more months. Long enough to take a trip down and see what our
progress on the building was. Hell, I don’t know what I thought, but I
didn’t expect that.

John called me that night. After we commiserated for a minute, I
apologized for not getting something going sooner. He told me he thought
that Joe specifically hung on long enough for us to get our meeting
done. Then, when he felt that he had his life’s work taken care of, he
could let go.

Ironically, I had been talking to Weldon Adams about the project the
night before. One of the great gifts that I got from my friendship with
Weldon was a stronger moral center. Weldon is a very morally and
ethically strong person, and I’ve tried to be more like him for that.
When I first took on this project (yeah, like I know how to run a
museum), I didn’t do it because I wanted to make money. I didn’t do it
because I wanted to be a museum curator. I did it because it just seemed
like the right thing to do. Joe wanted the collection to have a
permanent home in Vernon. Frankly, that much Jack Teagarden stuff didn’t
belong anywhere else.

Now I feel as though I’ve made a deathbed promise. Joe was willing to
trust us with his life’s work. Now all I’ve got to do is get it here.

Those of you who are still interested in knowing some specifics, I need
to raise $160,000—half of the collection’s worth, up front, in order to
take possession of it, by June 30th. The balance is due over the next
six years. Packing and shipping of the archive is estimated at $15,000.
So, I’m looking for $175,000 from private foundations in the area who
support the arts, museums, and education and preservation of Texas
history. Is it daunting? Yep. But I have to try. We’ve applied for 501c3
status, and we’ll get it with no problems, but that won’t be conferred
until probably 5-6 months from now. In the meantime, I’ll keep looking.
If any of you out there have suggestions, I’d love to hear them. Thanks
for reading. Sorry about the length, but this just can’t be summed up in
the “what are you doing now” box on FaceBook.

Mark

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Mark Finn is the creative director for the Violet Crown Radio Players
and an award-winning Robert E. Howard scholar. His latest book, Blood &
Thunder: The Life and Art of Robert E. Howard, is available at
bookstores everywhere. To get the latest info, rants, and missives from
Finn, visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/finnswake.
Finn’s Blog is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/finnswake/
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