I feel compelled to write something about my friend, Jim Fogelsong, who died a few weeks ago at the age of 90. Although I certainly knew who he was, I did not know Jim when he ran MCA Records or Capitol Records in Nashville in the 1980's. I got to know Jim when he took on running the music business program at Trevecca Nazarene University. I think that I had already been teaching there as an adjunct for a few years when he arrived.

During our meals, Jim would tell me stories about working for RCA Records and Columbia Records in New York. He once told me a great story involving Doug Sahm and another one about trying out for a major league baseball farm team. I am a student of the history of the music business and I was fascinated when Jim told me that he thought he knew the guy who invented the controlled composition clause. I told him that he should write a book. I think he said that he was too busy. I think he was 86 at the time. It's a shame that he couldn't share his vast institutional knowledge with the world.
Honestly, what impressed me most about Jim was his awareness and concern for his Trevecca students ‑ he knew their strengths, weaknesses, passions, family situations,etc. He cared deeply about them and I found this remarkable. As my friend, Kay West wrote about him last week , "the good in Jim Fogelsong was there for all to see." It really was. I feel lucky to have known him and I will miss those dinners at Noshville.
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My bride worked with Mr. Jim a lot back in her days at Woodland, when they did Barbara Mandrell and others. I met him a few times, and even after all that would see him at the grocery in Brentwood and such. A real gentleman. I was nobody, but he always had time to visit. My wife loved him. He was exceptional in the world he inhabited. -- a.s.
My bride worked with Mr. Jim a lot back in her days at Woodland, when they did Barbara Mandrell and others. I met him a few times, and even after all that would see him at the grocery in Brentwood and such. A real gentleman. I was nobody, but he always had time to visit. My wife loved him. He was exceptional in the world he inhabited. -- a.s.
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