Showing posts with label Jane Scott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jane Scott. Show all posts

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Jane Scott....

I met Jane back in the seventies when she came to a teeny library I frequented to discuss some of the biggest rock bands of all time and how influential Cleveland was in the music scene.  I think the library was expecting a full house, but the audience turned out to be a teenage me, one of the librarians and a bemused elderly gentleman who just wandered in for the cookies.

Jane didn’t care. She entertained us full throttle and when she was done, she sat down with me, pulled a bunch of grainy candid shots of the Beatles traveling on a plane out of her purse and proceeded to tell me about being with Jimi Hendrix when he bought a car.  I think that was the first time I ever wished I could crawl into somebody’s pocket and live there.
John Soeder [The Plain Dealer’s Pop Music Critic] posted an article online today announcing that The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame dedicated a statue to Jane this afternoon. Describing the statue by Cleveland sculptor David Deming John Soeder says:
The statue is slightly larger than life, with neat details. Scott's beaming likeness has a concert ticket pinned to her jacket, as was her wont. Her bulging purse includes a jar of peanut butter, because she made a point of carrying peanut-butter sandwiches while on assignment. And in her notebook are written two questions that she often asked the musicians she interviewed: "What's your favorite color?" and "Where did you go to high school?"
Jane was a really interesting woman and not a bit afraid of being who she was 100% of the time.  If I thought they’d let me, I’d go into the Rock Hall and stick a post it in her notebook – I’d thank her again for the candid Beatles photos I took home with me that day, but I think the more important thing I took home was the idea that you can choose how you want to be regardless of the situation. 
Jane never felt like a fish out of water, even though she was sometimes twenty to thirty years [or more] older than the rockers she was interviewing. She loved her job and did it with style and heart for fifty years. There’s a really lovely piece she wrote when she decided to retire called in part “Jane Scott, witness to rock history….” , but another piece written about her called “Forever Young” really resonates with me. She was a grown up, but she wasn’t afraid to feed the child inside.   Gotta love a woman like that.  
Jane Scott statue by David Deming unveiled at Cleveland Rock and Roll Hall of Fame July 5, 2012
[image from cleveland.com]


Read more about Jane Scott [May 3, 1919 - July 4, 2011]   here and here