Typical of many working class homes in the sixties, jazz was an important part of everyday life for Bruce Jackson. There was always music being played. “Two things I remember vividly about my early childhood”, Bruce recalls, “My parents worked together as a real partnership to keep things moving along. Sort of like a bass player and drummer, and the house always swung.” It was not unusual to hear Gene Ammons, Duke Ellington, Shirley Scott, Miles Davis, Oscar Peterson, Count Basie, Jimmy Smith, Dinah Washington, Milt Jackson or Herbie Mann at any point in the day.
“I was very respectful of the record collection”, Jackson remembers. “Listen, but don’t touch. When I was about seven years old, my dad got me one of those portable record players, monophonic, one piece with the folding lid for my room. He started “giving” me certain records, so I would have some for my very own. When he went to the record store, sometimes he would buy new records and get a stereo copy for himself and a mono copy for me. I look back on that and see it as a parallel to the Native American teaching of a boy getting his first horse. You know, let’s see how you take care of this and maybe you’ll get some more.”