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a novel by Joe Edmonds
The Wait is Over!
I began writing Swingman in 1999, the morning after a gig
at a local dance hall. A particular musicians-observing-patrons scenario had presented itself that
night in such an absurdly iconic way, I just had to write it down. After
three pages of description, it began to take on a life of its own ...
and a few days later I realized I had to keep going; the scene growing
over time, from a simple five-minute experience, into a journey through
a fictional musician`s entire life.
SWINGMAN is now available for purchase at all the major web-based book sellers and directly through me.
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is fiction, woven with threads of reality from a professional
musician's life experiences. Although many of the situations in this
book were either experienced or witnessed by the author, no individual
fictional character or location is based on a real person or place;
rather the story is replete with amalgams of actual persons, places,
Several real-life individuals are mentioned in the story, four of whom:
Joe Bendzsa*, Lenny Breau, Don Francks, Max Gordon, Buddy Morrow, Buddy
Rich, and Margaret Whiting are incorporated into the plot. The
historical information is accurate for all; however, the scenes in the
story involving Breau and Francks with characters in Swingman are
purely fictional, although linked to true historical events. Whiting's
and Morrow's scenes are based on actual encounters with the author,
while anecdotes involving Buddy Rich are based on stories recounted to
the author by former members of Rich's band.
Nightclubs and musical venues depicted in scenes are fictional, with
three exceptions: George's Spaghetti House in Toronto, and The Village
Vanguard and Roseland Ballroom in New York City.
*A fictionalized segment with my dear friend and band-mate, who passed
away a few years ago at age fifty. In the band, Young, he and I became referred to as "Joe E" and "Joe B" in order to differentiate between us. Joe Bendzsa's tragically shortened life is
yet another example of an "unfinished song". How many more years of his
brilliant musical gift might we have enjoyed, had he lived longer?