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Quincy Jones is the 2021 Honoree of MoPop’s Founder’s Award!

I have been on the Board of MoPop for 5 years, and I am beyond excited to share that this year’s honoree is my uncle, Quincy Jones!  Read below and save the date… It’s gonna be a Thriller to have his music Back on the Block, after all, he is and always will be The Dude!

Quincy Jones to Receive Museum of Pop Culture’s 2021 Founders Award (mopop.org)

Save the Date 2021 Founders Award

Quincy Jones to Receive Museum of Pop Culture’s 2021 Founders Award

Legendary Impresario to be Honored at October Gala Event and December Online Broadcast


SEATTLE (July 16, 2021) — The Museum of Pop Culture today announced its annual Founders Award — the nonprofit organization’s signature benefit gala — this year will honor Quincy Jones, an impresario in the broadest and most creative sense of the word. The gala event will take place with a tribute concert in-person at MoPOP on October 27, 2021, with a worldwide online broadcast of portions of the event in December.

“Quincy Jones is exactly the kind of person Founders Award was created to celebrate,” said MoPOP Executive Director Alexis Lee. “From his contributions to music and film and television, to his humanitarian work, he is an inspiration to all of us to find that creative spark inside and share it with the world.”

Since 2007, MoPOP’s Founders Award has celebrated artists whose noteworthy contributions to music continue to nurture the next generation of creators. As the museum’s signature benefit gala, proceeds raised from the event support its youth education programs, community engagement initiatives, and cutting-edge exhibitions.

Past Founders Award honorees include: Alice In Chains, 2020; Brandi Carlile, 2019; John Fogerty, 2018; The Doors, 2017; Joe Walsh, 2016; Jimmy Page, 2015; Jackson Browne, 2014; Crosby, Stills & Nash, 2013; Carlos Santana, 2012; Buddy Guy, 2011; Billy Cox, 2010; Steve Cropper, 2009; Robbie Robertson, 2008; and Ann & Nancy Wilson, 2007.

MoPOP will announce further details about the October event and the December broadcast — including the roster of all-star tribute artists paying homage to Quincy — in the coming months.

More About Quincy Jones
Celebrating more than 60 years performing and being an integral member of the music community, Quincy Jones’ creative magic began with the music of the post-swing era and continues through to today’s high-technology, international multi-media hybrids. His career has encompassed the roles of composer, record producer, artist, film producer, arranger, conductor, instrumentalist, TV producer, record company executive, magazine founder, multi-media entrepreneur and humanitarian.

Named by Time magazine as one of the most influential jazz musicians of the 20th century, Quincy was born in 1933 in Chicago, and brought up here in Seattle. While in junior high school, he began studying trumpet which led him to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston and on to the musical “big leagues” in New York in 1951, where his reputation as an arranger grew. After studying and working in Paris, we won the first of his many Grammys in 1963.

Becoming vice-president at Mercury Records in 1961, he was the first high-level black executive of an established major record company. From there he expanded into the world of film scores — a genre in which Black people had been excluded — and went on to compose 33 major motion picture scores. He marked his debut as a film producer in 1985’s The Color Purple, and in 1991, Quincy helped launch The Fresh Prince of Bel Air as an executive producer. In the ’90s, he also formed both Quincy Jones Entertainment (QJE) and the Quincy Jones Media Group (QJMG) which encompass programming for film and syndicated television, live entertainment, direct response marketing, and cross-media projects.

Quincy is also known for his long history of humanitarian work which began early in his career and included production 1985’s “We Are the World,” the best-selling single of all-time which raised more than $63 Million for Ethiopian famine relief. In 2004, he launched the We Are the Future initiative which has established child centers in Ethiopia, Eritrea, Sierra Leone, Rwanda, and Palestine) where youth are trained to run child-based programs in health, nutrition, information and communication technology, sports, and arts. In 2007, Jones and the Harvard School of Public Health joined forces to advance the health and well-being of children worldwide through Project Q, a strategic initiative of School’s Center for Health Communication. Through his personal foundation, he also raises awareness and financial resources for initiatives that support global children’s issues in areas of conflict, malaria eradication, clean water, and efforts to restore the Gulf Coast post Hurricane Katrina.

The laurels, awards and accolades have been innumerable, including being one of only a handful of EGOTS — winners of the Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony Awards. Quincy is the all-time most nominated Grammy artist with a total of 80 Grammy nominations and 28 awards as well as the Grammy Living Legend Award. He has won an Emmy Award, a Tony Award, seven Oscar nominations, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award, N.A.R.A.S.’ prestigious Trustees’ Award. His international honors have ranged from France’s Commandeur de la Legion d’ Honneur, to the Royal Swedish Academy of Music’s coveted Polar Music Prize, to Italy’s Rudolph Valentino Award. He is the recipient of honorary doctorates from more than a dozen universities; was named as a Kennedy Center Honoree in 2001 for his contributions to the cultural fabric of the United States of America; and was bestowed the National Medal of Arts, our nation’s highest artistic honor in 2010.

More About the Museum of Pop Culture (MoPOP)
MoPOP is a leading-edge nonprofit museum in Seattle, dedicated to the ideas and risk-taking that fuel contemporary pop culture. With a mission to make creative expression a life-changing force by offering experiences that inspire and connect our communities, MoPOP reaches multigenerational audiences through our collections, exhibitions, and educational programs. At MoPOP, artists, audiences, and ideas converge, bringing understanding, interpretation, and scholarship to the pop culture of our time. For more information, visit MoPOP.org.

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FOR MORE INFORMATION:
Michelle S. Leyva, Michelle Sanders Communications
(206) 595-1151
michelle@michellesanderspr.com

Staycation Destination Home

It’s inevitable.  As the months wind down to weeks and days even to the last hours, I start pressuring my sister, co blogger and best friend, Tracie to extend her home stay in Seattle.  During her three month visit, we have worn our hometown and childhood stomping grounds out.  Just a scroll through my photo collection over the past three months is living proof.  We have sailed on Shahob and Juliana’s yacht, played golf at beautiful Newcastle at the invitation of Stacy Jones, dined, danced, and been hosted by too many friends to count.  Some highlights include sitting on the shores of Lake Washington at Cindy and Marks, and overlooking the lake and majestic Mt. Rainier at Rebeccas for afternoon cocktails and watching to moon set at Celeste and Sterlings for Din Tai Fung. We enjoyed an old school party at Pierre and  Jackie’s poolside in Broadmoor. We have dined from Carmines to Chateau Lill listening to the sweet sounds of Robbie Christmas.  We have hung at the Seattle Tennis Club dancing to my favorite old school band, Hit Explosion to Overlake Golf and Country Club overlooking the manicured greens.

As my sister posted yesterday we have toasted life as we have attended memorials, birthday celebrations, my son’s engagement and anniversary parties.  We have put in 20,000 step walks, attended a charitable auction for the zoo and made new friends and connected with old.  We have binged on Netflix, and Prime  where I have introduced my sister to some of my favorite “ghetto” shows such as Love After Lockup and Marrying Millions. We have shopped and broke our diets with late night sugar raids in the kitchen and too many cocktails.  We have worked, climbing on top of a four story building to see that a roof replacement was pitched properly.  We have rented apartments and enjoyed the unprecedented heat of the Seattle summer. We have spent quality time with our Mama reminiscing of our childhoods and crazy antics of our father.

Last night as we strolled the Public Market after an exceptional meal with dear friends, Nicky and Anya at Maximilien in the Market, I reasoned, there is no place like home.  And although, my sister will depart in a short few weeks to head to back to Germany, we both know that “Home is where our story begins and the magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave and it feels even better to come back.”

If I lose my appeal for an extended staycation, my sister, you better hurry your ass back here xoxo.  In the meantime, get ready… I got a few weeks, let’s go!

 

Sunday night.

I lay in bed and call to mind, the events of another beautiful Seattle weekend. It dawns on me that though Dani and I attended three distinctly different gatherings this weekend, they all had the same underlying current.

The first event on Friday was a celebration of life; the birth date of a woman well-loved. This intimate surprise lavish dinner party held in honor of Nina Morrison was arranged by her rock-star daughter Bri. Between drinks and dinner, 14 family members and friends seated around the dining table took turns telling Nina what she meant to them. The outpouring of love drew tears and applause.

The second event was also a celebration of life, a celebration for a life that was. I guestimate that around 150 folks had come together, all dressed in white per the request of the bereaved mother who organized this gathering to celebrate the life of her 32-year-old son; a son who unfortunately lost his life in a boating accident in June. Coming out from the shade of the pandemic, and into the sunshine of cheerful memories, family, friends, and acquaintances were on hand to celebrate Jasaan Dowell’s life. There were hugs and smiles and a multitude of “Of course I remember you”s. Before the vats and vats of food for the soul were served, a passionate rousing prayer was offered, drawing tears and applause.

Dana, mom, and I couldn’t stay too long at this celebration as we were also invited to attend the 65th–yes the 65th wedding anniversary of our dear family friends Joan and Ed Singler. Their daughters, Carrie and Sandra grew up with us Frank girls. We are family. We arrived just as Joan was about to share a tribute to life and love with Ed, its conclusion drawing tears and applause.

Three distinctly different celebrations drawing tears and applause: a birth, a death, and a certain inseparableness.

Three visuals of love.

It’s Monday, everybody. Be sure to love somebody this week.

 

 

Finding Love in the Pandemic

Does absence truly make the heart grow fonder?

I’m in a long distance relationship and I can affirm that my fiancé and I are always happy to see each other.  The challenges are missing the spontaneity of events, and moments and the daily grind.

As a Menopausebarbee, speaking with friends about the pros and cons of long distance relationships, I am  confident that this is a viable option as divorce is on the rise with this Pandemic.

I met a single lady yesterday eager to find her plus one and we discussed her options. I was adamant that she did not limit herself by geography.  Fortunately and unfortunately there is a large demographic of relationships that have not survived the past twelve plus months. With this pandemic, the truth is, it’s already established that spending more time together, in close quarters, can increase the chance of divorce.

From personal experience, I can attest that going through a separation and divorce was one of my most challenging and painful life experiences.  I often felt stripped naked sitting in a witness stand while the interrogation fired.

Who, What, Where, When, Was and Why?

Who made the decision?

What was the breaking point?

Where did the final moment occur?

When was or will it be final?

Was there someone else?

Why, why, why??????

The divorce rate in the U.S. is a staggering 50%.  In the Menopausebarbee world, the statistics seem even higher.  I have an equal ratio of female and male friends all “recycled” going through the transition from “WE” to “ME”.  Compiled with the financial stress of separating households, the navigation of children and helping them comprehend their “new norm”, the awkward holidays and forced vacations, and life long friends lost as a casualty of the separation, the process can be overwhelming.

So in the midst of healing and releasing the covers revealing the Letter D, which no longer stood for Dana, but now for Divorce on my chest and unraveling my legs from the fetal position, I found myself in constant defense mode.  Looking at the nosy ones, you know, the one’s that “don’t really want to hear your problems, but are glad to know you got them”, and ask back- DOES IS REALLY MATTER TO YOU?  If I’m the main character in your life, then you got too much time on your hands.  If my life’s drama is the headline of your day, then you need to get a new gig.

Fortunately, I was able to navigate through my divorce pretty much with my outlook on life – Accept What is, let go of What was, and have faith in what will be.

My ex and I were connected until his demise.  We had history and  two amazing, beautiful well adjusted children.

So, don’t let it be a damn panic.  It’s a pandemic and it’s prevalent all over the world.

Find your happiness, even if they don’t live in same zip code.

 

A Tequila, Tacos, Flowers and Friends Kind of Party

My baby sister is the only person I know who says at 7 A.M. “Let’s have a party today at 5” and at 5 P.M. we have a party. A  tequila, tacos, flowers and friends kind of party.

Originally planned as an annual little get-together with my girlfriends from high school, this reunion morphed into a full-on shebang! Dani ordered a feast from Chipotle, my nephew pre-mixed margaritas, and the sun had just begun to settle on another gorgeous Seattle day when our friends began to arrive.

It’s the most beautiful thing to see the shine of love in the eyes of your friends. You know they are happy to see you and they know you are happy to see them. Happy is such a good thing! And being that Dani is such a magnificent people connector, several people who didn’t know each other beforehand expanded their circle of life by making arrangements to get together in the future. Hopefully, new friendships will develop.

It’s always a joy to see my BBs from high school. These are lifelong friendships–something that can never be replaced and I am so very, very grateful for each and every one of them. I am blessed.

Before dusk, the remaining revelers put on their dancing shoes and we all gathered in Dani’s living room and tore up the floor, some of us with tacos in hand and all with tequilas. It was that kind of party.

Have a good start in the week, everybody. I hope you too have friendships to cherish.

Something for Your Toolbox

Category is.. Worst Actress Winner- Karens!

 

I know this mall.  It is located in affluent Short Hills, New Jersey.  I used to visit it when I worked in Newark as Chief Marketing Officer for the Newark Bears.

When my friends starting sending me this viral video yesterday of a white woman chasing a Black woman around a Victoria’s Secret at the mall, I truly thought it was a hoax.  It was so ridamndiculous (extremely ridiculous) that I reasoned someone needed air time and was looking for attention.

Unfortunately, when I awoke this morning, I see the coverage was real.  Another Karen incident.

K-Know your rights

A- Accuse everyone

R-Request a manager

E-Escalate to authorities

N- Neglect Reason

70,000 likes on Twitter and topped 2,500 comments.

‘Victoria’s Secret Karen’ freaks out over being filmed (nypost.com)

 

The Eviction That Couldn’t Wait for the Law… Exposing Bad Actors

Last week, we honored posts with the 25th anniversary of our father, Gerald Frank’s passing.  I would be remiss not to address the current climate of housing and the eviction moratorium.

As I have repeatedly blogged, with this Pandemic we MUST have compassion and support each other in need. Our family has assisted with waiving and reducing rents and working out rent payments as well as helping navigate work opportunities for those in need.

However, the BAD Actors, who are taking advantage of the laws refusing to pay and destroy property and endanger the lives of their neighbors must be exposed and held accountable. BAD Actors are now defined as occupants who are capable, yet unwilling to pay.  They are taking advantage of the moratorium, living for free, often endangering their community and often times destroying the owner’s assets.

Take a moment and check out this King 5 report

Seattle landlord says more tenants than ever are skipping rent | king5.com

Watching this episode reminded me of one Sunday morning, I awoke to the front page Seattle Times news article with my father, Gerald Frank hurling a deadbeat resident’s items outside.  The headline read, The Eviction that Couldn’t Wait for the Law.

A known drug dealer was residing in one of our multi-family properties.  Residents were exposed to illicit traffic, drug paraphernalia, and late night disturbances by addicts screaming in the courtyard looking for their fix.  Daddy, fed up with the system of going to court to no relief and having to produce an order to show cause for a rightful eviction finally took the law into his own hands.  This was finally after one of the resident’s children was shot at.  The resident ignored my father’s repeated request to cease his activity and to vacate.  The surrounding families, many who were on low income did not have the means to relocate and literally lived in fear daily.  So, Daddy, at the risk of his own safety and of being arrested, called the Seattle Times and recorded him personally evicting the trouble making resident.

He became a vigilante that day.  A vigilante is defined as  “a member of a self appointed group of citizens who undertake the law enforcement in their community without legal authority, typically because the legal authorities are thought to be inadequate.”

What would Daddy do?

He would definitely expose the injustice.

Right now, we housing providers are facing the utmost of injustice.  What other industry requires you to provide a depreciating asset, make maintenance repairs, pay all your bills, (mortgage, taxes, insurance, and  repairs) and not get compensated?

Thank you King 5 for exposing the viewpoint of us housing providers as well.

#aintnogivinupandnogivinout

DE Übersetzung ist unten.
In honoring Daddy this week, (brilliant idea my sister), I’m sharing a snippet from my book, Incompatible with Nature–Against the Odds: A Parent’s Memoir of Congenital Heart Disease. Daddy was a #slavedriver, but we loved/admired/and strove to be our best for him. And always will…
 
From the chapter Destiny:
 
“Yes Daddy, the evictions are ready. I’ll be in court at eleven-thirty day after tomorrow.”
“Okay, that’s fine, sugar. Now this afternoon while you’re out, stop by 17th and tell that crazy woman in number 302 that her boyfriend is subletting. His name is not on the lease so either she’s gonna have to pay more rent or he’s got to go. And I want his raggedy-ass car out of the parking lot today. I made an appointment for you to show number 306 at four-fifteen this afternoon so you can do it then. And before you come in, swing by Spring Street and see how the fellas made out. I want them to get finished with the detailing of that unit so it can be rented before the end of the week. Oh! Did you get that letter off to the people down on the Lake property notifying them of their rent increase? And don’t forget now, after the crew gets outta here in the morning I’m gonna need you to go down to the Millionaire’s Club and pick up a couple extra laborers for some yard detail…”
“Mr. McAdams, as director of this bank, located in the heart of the central area of our beautiful city, I implore you to reconsider your ‘unofficial’ practice of redlining in this area and release the requested funds for the upgrading of the aforementioned property. Our community desperately needs and has the right to clean and affordable housing.”
“This letter says that McAdams has again denied our application, Daddy.”
“That stupid jackass. Okay, sugar. We’ll have picket signs outside the bank tomorrow morning. First thing. And tomorrow evening we’ll carry them in front of his lily-white house in his lily-white neighborhood. You have the best penmanship. I want “Unfair! Beware!” printed in big bold red and black letters. We’ll get the refinancing. You just listen to your daddy . . .”
All typical do-this-do-that occupy yourself with a person, place, and thing days. Oftentimes, it seemed there weren’t enough hours between sunrise and sunset, and by the end of the day, I felt like I’d been spread like butter. When I finally silenced the office with a flick of the light switch, daddy would flick it back on, ready for a gabfest, whiskey and coke in hand.
“Daddy, I’ve had enough for one day.”
Ignoring me, he would take a seat in the swivel chair behind the desk and prepare to hold court.
“I’ve got some information here for you, so you better sit down and listen to me. The business must go on. Ain’t no givin’ up and no givin’ out. Now listen . . .”
“Daddy, I can’t hear it anymore! Enough for one day is enough! If you want blood you’re gonna have go to the Red Cross!”
“Stay stupid, then you damn dummy!”
I sat.
 
#aintnogivinupandnogivinout
 
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Aus dem Kapitel Hart im Nehmen Zu Ehren von Daddy in dieser Woche (brillante Idee, meine Schwester) teile ich einen Ausschnitt aus meinem Buch Einen Herzschlag entfernt. Daddy war ein #Sklaventreiber, aber wir haben ihn geliebt/bewundert/und versucht, unser Bestes zu geben. Und immer werden…
 
 
»Ja, Daddy, die Räumungsbescheide sind fertig. Ich bin über- morgen, 11:30 Uhr bei Gericht.«
»Okay, das ist gut, Süße. Also, heut Nachmittag, wenn du unter- wegs bist, fahr in der 17. Straße vorbei, und sag der Verrückten in Nummer 302, dass sie offensichtlich die Wohnung an ihren Freund untervermietet. Sein Name steht nicht im Vertrag. Entweder sie zahlt in Zukunft mehr oder er muss raus. Und ich will, dass sein bescheuertes verbeultes Auto vom Parkplatz verschwindet. Ich hab für heute um 16:15 Uhr ’nen Termin zur Besichtigung von Nummer 306 gemacht, den du übernehmen musst, dann kannst du zwei Fliegen mit einer Klappe schlagen. Und auf dem Rück- weg guck mal in der Spring Street vorbei, um zu sehen, wie die Leutchen vorankommen. Ich will, dass die mit den Verzierungen fertig werden, damit die Wohnung vor Ende der Woche vermietet werden kann. Oh! Hast du den Infobrief über die Mieterhöhung an die Leute im Lake Objekt geschickt? Und vergiss nicht, wenn die Truppe morgen früh hier raus ist, hätt ich gern, dass du zum Millionaire’s Club runterfährst und ein paar extra Arbeiter für Gartenarbeiten abholst.«
 
»Mr McAdams, in Ihrer Funktion als Direktor dieser Bank, die sich im Herzen des Zentrums unserer schönen Stadt befindet, beschwöre ich Sie, Ihre inoffizielle Praxis des »Mauerns« in dieser Gegend zu überdenken und die angefragten Mittel zur Modernisierung der oben genannten Immobilie nicht weiter zurückzuhalten. Unsere Gemeinde braucht dringendst erschwinglichen Wohnraum, und sie hat auch ein Anrecht darauf.«
 
»Dieser Brief bedeutet, dass McAdams unseren Antrag schon wie- der abgelehnt hat, Daddy.«
»Dieser blöde Trottel. Okay, Süße. Morgen stellen wir Leute mit Protestschildern vor der Bank auf. Gleich morgen früh. Und morgen Abend laufen wir mit den Schildern vor seinem blüten- weißen Haus in seiner blütenweißen Nachbarschaft rum. Du hast die schönste Schrift. Ich will ›Achtung! Unfair!‹ in großen, fetten roten und schwarzen Buchstaben. Wir kriegen die Neufinanzierung. Wart’s nur ab, ich sag’s dir.«
 
»Mach dies, tu jenes, sprich mit dieser Person, fahr zu jener Wohnung und kümmern dich drum«, – so lief das tagaus, tagein. Oft kam es mir vor, als gäbe es nicht genügend Stunden zwischen Sonnenaufgang und Sonnenuntergang, und am Ende des Tages fühlte ich mich platt wie eine Flunder. Wenn es mir dann endlich gelang, mit dem Kippen des Lichtschalters den Büroalltag zum Schweigen zu bringen, knipste mein Vater das Licht einfach wieder an, bereit für eine Plauderstunde, in der Hand einen Whisky Cola.
»Daddy, mir reicht’s für heute.«
Er ignorierte mich, setzte sich in den Drehstuhl hinter seinem Schreibtisch und begann, Hof zu halten.
»Ich hab dir was zu sagen, also setzt du dich besser und hörst mir zu. Das Geschäft muss weitergehen. Aufgeben gibt’s nicht! Jetzt hör mir mal zu!«
»Daddy, ich kann nicht mehr! Genug ist genug für einen Tag! Wenn du Blut willst, musst du zum Roten Kreuz!«
»Dann bleib halt dumm, Dummkopf!«

Ich setzte mich.

#aufgebengibtsnicht

Eviction Moratorium? Let’s Expose the “Bad Actors”

Last week, we honored posts with the 25th anniversary of our father, Gerald Frank’s passing.  I would be remiss not to address the current climate of housing and the eviction moratorium.

As I have repeatedly blogged, with this Pandemic we MUST have compassion and support each other in need.  However, the BAD Actors, who are taking advantage of the laws refusing to pay and destroy property and endanger the lives of their neighbors must be exposed and held accountable. BAD Actors are now defined as occupants who are capable, yet unwilling to pay.  They are taking advantage of the moratorium, living for free, often endangering their community and often times destroying the owner’s assets.

Take a moment and check out this King 5 report

Seattle landlord says more tenants than ever are skipping rent | king5.com

Watching this episode reminded me of one Sunday morning, I awoke to the front page Seattle Times news article with my father, Gerald Frank hurling a deadbeat resident’s items outside.  The headline read, The Eviction that Couldn’t Wait for the Law.

A known drug dealer was residing in one of our multi-family properties.  Residents were exposed to illicit traffic, drug paraphernalia, and late night disturbances by addicts screaming in the courtyard looking for their fix.  Daddy, fed up with the system of going to court to no relief and having to produce an order to show cause for a rightful eviction finally took the law into his own hands.  This was finally after one of the resident’s children was shot at.  The resident ignored my father’s repeated request to cease his activity and to vacate.  The surrounding families, many who were on low income did not have the means to relocate and literally lived in fear daily.  So, Daddy, at the risk of his own safety and of being arrested, called the Seattle Times and recorded him personally evicting the trouble making resident.

He became a vigilante that day.  A vigilante is defined as  “a member of a self appointed group of citizens who undertake the law enforcement in their community without legal authority, typically because the legal authorities are thought to be inadequate.”

What would Daddy do?

He would definitely expose the injustice.

Right now, we housing providers are facing the utmost of injustice.  What other industry requires you to provide a depreciating asset, make maintenance repairs, pay all your bills, (mortgage, taxes, insurance, and  repairs) and not get compensated?

Thank you King 5 for exposing the viewpoint of us housing providers as well.