Summary of “The Night Charlie Parker Soared in South Central L.A.”

City records add another layer of story, and record that in 1944 owner Sam “Jack” Jackson applied for a business permit and he sold the building in 1955.
Jack’s special late-Monday-night jam sessions that attracted local and visiting musicians to sit in after their club date at a down-the-street venue or across-town studio recording session was through.
Word on the street lit up with musicians reporting that he was suited up and headed for Jack’s, alto in tow.
At the center was Jack’s, and at the center of Jack’s was music-from the clientele who were players to the radio broadcasts and the famous “Cutting” sessions where musicians would display their prowess.
After-hours spots like Jack’s were essential one-stop catch-alls-a place to play, to find work, and to go get one’s head straight.
Once some of the grime had been cleared away, you could make out tracings of Jack’s original signage laced along the top edge of the facade, including a chicken head logo and a lyric fragment from an old jump tune: “Chicken ain’t nuthin but a bird.”
The years of work spent trying to re-create the spirit of Jack’s, literally brick by brick, were now rubble; the whole of it would be red tagged and ordered to be demolished within two weeks.
Did the restoration activity spark too much attention? Might Jack’s still be here if it was still riding incognito? It’s a question that has weight.

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