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Recently, Carlos Santana said, "We play Black Music for White People."
I always thought his song Evil Ways, Baby (Woodstock 69) that launched his career, was Latin rock, but I was wrong; not about the Latin part, wrong because it is not his song. Besides, Woodstock is about bringing people together, not dividing them into musical genres.
The real author, Sonny Henry, a brilliant jazz guitarist, wrote and recorded the song. I cannot find a single photo of him. His story, however, is amazing.
Imagine: a young black boy, 15 years old, imprisoned in 1947 in New York City, for second degree manslaughter, and writes (after ten years in a jail cell) You've Got to Change Your Evil Ways, Baby.
When he got out, he recorded it in 1967 with Latin Jazz Musician, Willi Bobo.
Give Santana credit; in 1969, he made Sonny's song a cult classic and got full fame. Sonny Henry had to sue Santana in 1976 to get credit.
So I suppose Evil Ways could be black, or Afro Latin music, since the author is black. But Santana's other musical claim to fame, Black Magic Woman, was written by Peter Green, a founding member of Fleetwood Mac. He is as lily white a blues singer as you can find. And British, to boot.
Also, the lead singer for Santana's version of both Evil Way s and Black Magic Woman is Greg Rolie, a founder of the band Journey (the power ballad band known for high-flying falsettos). That's as lily white an American band you will find. Everything is not black and white. Santana should know; he sued Budweiser, once, King of Beers, for playing his arrangement of Sonny's song.
Still, Santana, a Tijuana transplant real deal, is one of my favorite guitarists, no matter how he wants to identify.
Sonny, on the other hand, went on to play for Dizzy Gillespie, the jazz musician great, and many others, from Michigan to California, but never hit it big. In 75, he applied for disability in NYC, but was denied.
On May 10, 1997, he died in the Bronx. Little else is known of him.
Sonny's story, however, is an inspiration for any kid. Maybe US Rep. AOC will erect a Sonny Henry statue, a boy with a guitar, in the Bronx, and have Alicia Keys sing Empire State of Mind: Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Of.
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