For The Legendary Rock Record Producer John Fry Who Has Passed On …

 

Frank Jackman

Back in the day, back in the time of what is now called the classic age of rock and roll, back starting in the early 1950s, guys and gals would go to small record studios in places like Memphis, Chicago and Detroit to record their work, if it was good enough. Hoping against hope (against oblivion hope and would accept, do you hear me, accept in a heartbeat a one hit johnnie or janie fate if it came to that just as long as they were on vinyl). Those small record companies were the life-blood or early rock and guys like Sam Philips, Leonard Chess and the like, including the late John Fry honored here would weed out the good from the bad and give the good a leg up. So not all those who loved rock and roll, who wanted to see it succeed (and make a little dough too, naturally) were in front of the microphone. Guys like Fry did the hard work of producing quality recordings and he and his label was known for that quality, and for an ear for the next great thing coming out. Kudos, brother, kudos.