A good friend of nearly forty years passed away yesterday morning. I understand that he’d been in failing health since late November.
In 1984, kaylasmom, a new Navy wife in Honolulu, told a cab driver that she wished she had a jazz buddy while I was away on a WestPac, and he put her in touch with a sociology professor at Leeward Community College with a truly massive record collection.
Don became an almost weekly visitor to our home for several years, making trips to Tower Records and Jelly’s Records and Comics to expand the collection further, then back to the house, where we’d sit and listen for hours on end. Like Kaylasmom, Don was blind, and for a few years I was his reader, helping him prepare his curriculum, as well as reading (and grading) assignments.
When we came back to California, he would visit every summer, and we’d do more record shopping and finding live jazz to go hear.
He used to like to save up some dough, and then hire local musicians to provide an evening of jazz at whatever venue he could get to let them in (at least once in the Rainbow Room at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel). After he retired, he’d do it a few times a year in Honolulu, and in 2014, he embarked upon his new career as an impresario. Along with his friend, guitarist Doug Macdonald, he’d hire TWO rhythm sections and a handful of horn and sax players, and put on a marathon of jazz with no need for breaks between sets. He’d do this up to three times a year, and was always kind enough to schedule them on nights I didn’t have to work, so I could be his driver. Four or five CDs resulted from these endeavors.
For the past several years, he hosted a podcast A Journey Into Jazz, with another blind guy who he met at a convention of the American Council of the Blind (I mention his blindness only because it explains why I’ve been tasked with publishing the shows for them on libsyn, which doesn’t have the most blind-friendly user interface).
Anyway, there’s a big Don-shaped hole in my life today. That’s my rant.
RIP Donald Thomson, educator, jazz aficionado, impresario, podcaster, friend.
May 25, 1930 - December 1, 2022