MY MEETING WITH A TRUE LEGEND…MR. QUINCY JONES.
July 04, 2015
I got the phone call through a good friend who has the ear to the king.
This is the man for over sixty years a career that has spanned over six decades, a man that has more than just met other legends, he instrumentally worked with them and single handedly more than assisted them in catapulting their brand names out of the stratosphere and helped them land just outside the gates of paradise so mortals could talk about them for the next sixty years & beyond. The Tiger woods of putting Icons onto the green and knowing the next strike will make them immortal, and he will forever be the game changer for the rest of their lives.
We met at a hotel I have never stayed in myself, although I have often passed it in London. One of those big hotels you think one day I musts put my head around the door and see how that universe flows. Anyway I got to the reception and I was asked to wait. A big guy came down to greet me and took me upstairs. He pushed Mr. Jones door open and there sitting larger than life was Q and his dearest friend sat on the couch looking like they were catching up on past times. After a really warm greeting Q asked his friend to leave and we sat down.
The next three hours passed very quickly, he took me on a trip traversing through time, he talked about Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson, Robin Thicke, Pharell, Marvin Gaye & honestly so many more including one of my favorites Bridget Bardot. I then got to play him my music that was a highlight in my life for me. He could tell I’d been working hard and remarked about that, we punched fists many times about my lyrics and vocals. Something very gratifying when a man steeped in musical history, a man who was best friends with Ray Charles, who produced The Color Purple, The Wiz, worked with Sammy Davies Jar, Dean Martin, Michael Jackson & again done so much more. He showed me his new ventures and we sat cherry picking moments from you tube where he introduced me to his new artists, very young and gifted. He told me he liked Sam Smith & Ed Sheeran & in the same breath told me I was ready. We talked for hours about women, food, music, and philosophy. He told me women are thirteen years mentally advanced on men, I think it’s more like a hundred years.
The meeting was penciled in for one hour and went on for three, the phone rang many times and we both ignored it. He would remark a few times how he wished they would leave him alone. When he finally picked up I could hear it was one of those PA calls, “everything alright Mr. Jones” he only had to say something and my meeting was grass. “No everything is good’ he replied. We are both generous people so we exchanged gifts; I gave him an original Music Express from the early sixties with an article about his London visit, and review. He was blown away, all his old friends were in it and I ignited a real spark in his soul. He gave me a silver bracelet with all the faith signs on it, I loved it and anyone who knows me will know that is the perfect gift for me. He then signed my Quincy Jones mint Vinyl collection. Then we went back into playing a few more of my records, just imagine Q sitting up close and personal, while I sing live over my records, and he’s smiling, singing string lines and punching my fist. He told me clearly what I needed to do and he said, “I am ready”. When we finished Q asked me if I wanted to join him for dinner and of course I accepted. I got into his vehicle with an entourage behind and we drove off talking about more personal life tales. We arrived at the restaurant and I was pleased to meet some other personalities including Rodd Temperton a heavyweight songwriter. Michael Jackson Thriller, Beat it, Rock with you, off the Wall & many more. The thing that will stay with me for the rest of my life is that Quincy Jones who is part Welsh by the way was such a star. He is a light that he dimmed so I felt comfortable; he was warm, honest, philosophical and inspirational. I really felt we bonded last night and I look forward to what the future has in store in my next chapter on this musical adventure.
Thank you Mr. Jones Peace…Noah Francis Johnson.