Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones

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Musician, composer, producer, arranger, and pioneering entrepreneur Quincy Jones has lived large and worked for five decades alongside the superstars of music and entertainment -- including Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson, Steven Spielberg, Oprah Winfrey, Ray Charles, Will Smith, and dozens of others. Q is his glittering and moving life story, told with the style, passion, and no-holds-barred honesty that are his trademarks.

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Musician, composer, producer, arranger, and pioneering entrepreneur Quincy Jones has lived large and worked for five decades alongside the superstars of music and entertainment -- including Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson, Steven Spielberg, Oprah Winfrey, Ray Charles, Will Smith, and dozens of others. Q is his glittering and moving life story, told with the style, passion, and no-holds-barred honesty that are his trademarks.

Quincy Jones grew up poor on the mean streets of Chicago’s South Side, brushing against the law and feeling the pain of his mother’s descent into madness. But when his father moved the family west to Seattle, he took up the trumpet and was literally saved by music. A prodigy, he played backup for Billie Holiday and toured the world with the Lionel Hampton Band before leaving his teens. Soon, though, he found his true calling, inaugurating a career whose highlights have included arranging albums for Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, Dinah Washington, Sarah Vaughan, and Count Basie; composing the scores of such films as The Pawnbroker, In Cold Blood, In the Heat of the Night, and The Color Purple, and the theme songs for the television shows Ironside, Sanford and Son, and The Cosby Show; producing the bestselling album of all time, Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and the bestselling single “We Are the World”; and producing and arranging his own highly praised albums, including the Grammy Award—winning Back on the Block, a striking blend of jazz, African, urban, gospel, and hip-hop. His musical achievements, in a career that spans every style of American popular music, have yielded an incredible seventy-seven Grammy nominations, and are matched by his record as a pioneering music executive, film and television producer, tireless social activist, and business entrepreneur–one of the most successful black business figures in America. This string of unbroken triumphs in the entertainment industry has been shadowed by a turbulent personal life, a story he shares with eloquence and candor.

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is an impressive self-portrait by one of the master makers of American culture, a complex, many-faceted man with far more than his share of talents and an unparalleled vision, as well as some entirely human flaws. It also features vivid testimony from key witnesses to his journey–family, friends, and musical and business associates. His life encompasses an astonishing cast of show business giants, and provides the raw material for one of the great African American success stories of this century.

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Editorial Reviews

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For the first time ever, music maven Quincy Jones tells his own story. Jones has had a powerful effect on American music for decades now, bringing eager music fans everything from Michael Jackson's Thriller album to the classic "We Are the World." Q presents Jones's complete life story, from growing up in poverty on Chicago's South Side to playing backup for Billie Holiday, from arranging albums for Frank Sinatra to writing his classic film scores, and from his own solo work to his efforts as a black business entrepreneur.
From the Publisher
"An appealingly convivial blur of deal-making celebrity anecdotes and professional comebacks...Jones is so open that he seems transparent: You can see a whole world of popular music in him."
--The New Yorker

"Jones's richly anecdotal autobiography...is a well-orchestrated memoir."
--People

Richard Harrington
Q illuminates Quincy Jones's instinct for identifying great talent, nurturing it, refining it and showcasing it, as well as his tendency to always move forward without abandoning the rich musical roots that inspired him.
Washington Post Book World
Rochelle O'Gorman
Family and friends join Jones in reading this abridged version of his life story. Though Jones is smooth behind the mike, the same can't be said for his co-narrators. Several come across as amateurs, and one sounds as if she had been taped in her living room. Jones is polite but evasive about his many marriages and Hollywood buddies. He's more forthright when discussing his mentally ill mother, his own breakdown and his fiery, consuming love of music. Jones' rags-to-riches tale is inspirational and entertaining. You may be surprised by all he has accomplished.
Publishers Weekly
With some chapters written by Jones, and others by his family and friends (Ray Charles and Peggy Lipton, to name a few), this (auto)biography full of behind-the-scenes anecdotes has an improvisational feel that suits its subject: a jazz musician and superstar composer. Jones came from a hardscrabble background split between Seattle and Chicago when he was still a boy, his schizophrenic mother was placed in a mental hospital for a time, and he was raised by his father and a stepmother. Jones discovered his talent for music early on, and hit the road with Lionel Hampton's jazz band when he was still a teenager. Hampton is just one of the musical greats who makes an appearance Frank Sinatra, Dinah Washington and Ray Charles are others. Jones scored his greatest musical successes during the 1970s and '80s (during which years he composed film scores and Michael Jackson's albums), but the strength of the book comes early on, when he describes the joy of his discovery of music, his early friendship with Charles and his struggles and joys as a jazz trumpeter on the road. "When I played music, my nightmares ended. My family problems disappeared." But to Jones's credit, he doesn't hold back his narrative when those problems caught up with him in the 1980s and he suffered a mental breakdown. With the help of his friends, Jones has composed a life story that gives much more than the typical celebrity memoir. (Oct.) Forecast: This title will appeal to many, including fans buying the CD boxed set, Q: The Music of Quincy Jones. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
His remarkable life and 50-year music career are affectionately recounted by Jones, his family, and friends in this outstanding production. An award-winning musician, composer, and producer, Jones spent his early years on Chicago's South Side, struggling to cope with a mentally ill mother. When his father moved his two young sons to Seattle, the author took up the trumpet and discovered his great talent and love for music. While still in his teens, he went on the road with Lionel Hampton's band, earning just $17 a day but playing with some of the greatest names in bebop and developing his exceptional composition skills. While a list of those with whom Jones has worked would read like a who's who of popular music (Count Basie, Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, Michael Jackson, etc.), by far the most compelling part of this autobiography explores his relationships with his family. Very highly recommended for all collections. Beth Farrell, Portage Cty. Dist. Lib., OH Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780767905107
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/8/2002
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 432
  • Product dimensions: 6.05 (w) x 9.20 (h) x 0.95 (d)

Meet the Author

Quincy Jones
QUINCY JONES's most recent major award is the Thurgood Marshall Lifetime Achievement Award from the NAACP Legal Defense Fund; his most recent release is From Q with Love. He lives in Los Angeles, California.

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Chapter 1

The promise

I remember the cold. It was a stinging, backbreaking, bone-chilling Kentucky-winter cold, the kind of cold that makes you feel like you're freezing from the inside out, the kind of cold that makes you feel like you'll never be warm again. I had no music in me then, just sounds, the shrill noise the back door made when it creaked open, the funny grunts my little brother Lloyd made while we slept together, the tight, muffled squeals that rats made when the rat traps snapped them in half. My grandmother did not believe in wasting anything. She had nothing to waste. She cooked whatever she could get her hands on. Mustard greens, okra, possum, chickens, and rats, and me and Lloyd ate them all. We ate the fried rats because we were nine and seven years old and we did what we were told. We ate them because my grandma could cook them well. But most of all, we ate them because that's all there was to eat.

My mother had gone away sick one day and she never came back. That's all we knew. That's all my father told us. "She's gone away sick and she'll be back soon," was what he said, but "soon" turned into months and years, so the two of us had left Chicago and gone to Louisville to stay with Grandma. Laying in bed at night in my grandma's house, I could remember the night before my mother left us. We were downstairs in the living room back home in South Side Chicago during the Depression, Lloyd and Daddy and me, and we heard a crash and the noise of a window breaking, and we ran upstairs and I felt the rush of cold air and saw my mother at the broken window looking out into the street. She was wearing only a housedress, standing in the freezing nighttime air, the snow blowing in on her face, and she was singing, "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh--oh, somebody touched me and it must have been the hand of the Lord."

As a young boy, I thought it was odd for my mother to sing out the window. She played piano and sang in church, but my mother was a private woman, solid and proper. She never spoke out of turn like that. She did not like loud things or loud people, but her behavior had become more and more strange. She had frequent fainting spells. She would yell at us for no reason. She quoted the Bible and scribbled notes endlessly. The lines around her eyes seemed to grow tighter and tighter every day. Her angry outbursts were crushing affairs, sometimes lasting for days.
My daddy never knew what to do when my mother had spells like this. He was not a complicated man. He was a carpenter for the Jones Boys, the black gangsters who ran the ghetto back in Chicago -- the policy rackets, the Jones five-and-dime stores -- the V and X, as they were known in the 'hood. When my Aunt Mabel asked him once why he worked for hoods and hustlers, he made a funny face and said, "Gangsters need carpenters, too. They're no worse than the gangsters who won't give me jobs." He grew up in Lake City, South Carolina, so I was told, but to be honest I never knew exactly where he was really from. I'd heard his father was a white man-- either Irish or Welsh-- who had killed somebody, and Daddy had to get out of the South because of this, which made as much sense as anything else in my life, because since my mother left us, nothing seemed solid except the black space in my stomach. Daddy was a quiet man, with smooth straight hair, soft brown eyes, and firm face. His shoulders were broad, his arms were thick and muscled, and his hands were gigantic, huge iron fists with fingers as thick as cigars. He'd been a catcher with the Metropolitan Baptist Church team in the Negro Leagues -- he even caught the great Satchel Paige once -- and all those years of catching baseballs with a thin mitt had smashed his fingers and made them flat and crooked. He could bend the first knuckle of each hand and hold them out like claws. His fingers were so strong that he could make a circle with his forefinger and thumb and pop you upside the head so hard it felt like a bullet smashing through your skin. My brother and I called that "the Thump Bump," and when he thumped you, it stung for hours.

He tried to talk to my mother as she stood by the window singing. He said, "Get ahold of yourself, Sarah," but she ignored him and kept singing, so he turned away and went downstairs. As he swept past me I heard him mutter something, so I ran to my mother and told her what he said: "Daddy's gonna send you away," I said, but she didn't hear me. She stood with her back to me, staring out the window, and the next morning my daddy came back upstairs with two ambulance attendants in white and one of them said, "Mrs. Jones, you wanna come get your luggage and things?"

She looked over at him without a word, so he said, "Either you come or we'll carry you."

She said, "Can I take my Bible?"

He said, "You can take it."

She slowly picked up her Bible, then suddenly darted for the door to escape, but the two men grabbed her and threw her down on the bed, spread-eagled. She kicked and screamed as they threw a straightjacket on her and carried her out. We followed her downstairs and sat on the steps. Lucy Jackson held Lloyd on her lap and covered his eyes with her hands. I sat next to them, crying, and covered my eyes too, singing the same song, "Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh -- oh, somebody touched me and it must have been the hand of the Lord." And just like that she was gone -- for days, weeks, months, who knows how long. Soon after, my daddy packed us up and the three of us headed to St. Louis to stay with relatives, then back to Chicago, then back to St. Louis again, till Daddy finally gave up and took us to Louisville to stay with his mother. Then he left.

We didn't hate it in Louisville. We didn't like it either. My grandma's house was a shotgun shack near the Ohio River with no electricity. We drew our water from a well in her backyard. We got our heat from a black potbellied coal stove. We used kerosene lamps and bathed in a big tin washtub. We slept in the kitchen on a cot next to the back door, which was held closed with a rusty bent nail. When the door was closed in the daytime, you could see daylight all around the doorframe. At night we slept with socks on our hands and feet so the rats wouldn't nibble our fingers and toes. In the wintertime, the floor was frozen and wet in the morning. In summer, it was like fire and the smell of old pee stung my nostrils constantly. Breakfast was grits, lunch was nonexistent, and dinner was whatever my grandmother would find that would fry. The teachers at the Samuel T. Coleridge Colored School wanted to make examples of us as strangers and would march Lloyd and me to the back of the classroom every morning and make us take our shoes off and scrub the dirt off our feet and faces with commercial Lifebuoy soap while the other kids cackled. We had no hot water for washing. They seemed to have no idea who we were. My grandmother didn't understand the 1940 Jefferson County school system either, only the notion that we had to go there. Grandma was a proud, strong woman, a former slave; she was thin, rangy, coal-black, wise, and old. She had African beliefs, like hanging asafetida, a horrid-smelling gumlike bark-and-garlic concoction, on a string around our necks to ward off colds, fever, and bad spirits. She led us to the Baptist church every Sunday and spoke in a tongue that me and Lloyd could barely understand. She had been born a slave and used African words we never heard of, like "mwena" for "kids." She'd say, "Mwena, come over here and lift this tub," or "Mwena, go down yonder to the river and catch me some rats." She told us that the more the rats wiggle their tails, the better they'd taste, so we'd wait by the river, snatch up the biggest ones we could find by the tail, and stuff them in a burlap sack. We were free to roam in Kentucky, that part we liked, but at night it was cold and lonely in that dark shotgun shack and it was too much for me, because I wanted my parents. I was mad at them both, but more mad at my daddy, because he was the one who kept it together. Daddy was the one who was solid. Daddy was the one who said we'd always be together. My brother Lloyd, 16 1/2 months younger than me, would cry at night for his daddy, and one night as we lay in bed, he asked, "Did Daddy go away 'cause he's mad at us?"

"Stop whining," I said. "He'll be back." I had a faint recollection of Daddy promising to come back, but I wasn't sure. He'd been gone a long time. We'd been there a year. Nothing seemed certain.

"I didn't hear him sayin' nothin' about coming back," Lloyd said.

"He'll be back," I said.

"Well, if he's coming back, he oughta come on them."

"Who needs him anyway?" I said. "Stop crying' like a kindygarden baby." But deep inside I was scared and nervous, and each night I fell asleep with my teeth chattering from cold and my heart buried someplace near my feet, until that winter night in 1941 when I heard the back door creak open and I saw a huge shadow blocking the entrance, the breath coming from his mouth in clouds as he moved inside, lit a kerosene lamp, which Grandma called coal oil, and sat down, sighing. My fear and anger dissipated like water as me and Lloyd scrambled out of the bed and landed in his lap.

"You promise me you won't go away and leave us no more," I sobbed. "Promise."

"I promise." My daddy said. And he kept his word.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2003

    The last of the real musicians!

    Reading the book I realized that true lasting greatness comes from years of work in a particuliar field learning various styles and different ways of doing things....Quincy Jones endured and succeeded not like today's music stars but through years of toil and struggle....The book was great!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2002

    Not Just A Musician's Story- But A Great Human Story

    traveling through the life and times of Quincy Jones is indeed a journey. even more so when you take into account the era in which it takes place, the 40's & 50's and continuing through today. not a glossed-over feel good story touting the greatness of Quincy Jones but a literal rollercoaster through poverty & heartache and on to success, fame and ultimately fortune. an inspirational tale that'll leave you feeling like, 'maybe i can make it too'.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2001

    A soundtrack for 'Q'

    I totally agree with the previous review. And yes, there IS a soundtrack for the book. Quincy Jones produced a 4-CD box set (Rhino Records) that takes you from his first recording, 'Kingfish,' to his latest blends of jazz, pop and hip-hop, including 'Back on the Block.' In-between are Ray Charles, Count Basie, Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson, We Are the World, 'Soul Bossa Nova' which became the title theme for Austin Powers, and, of course, Lesley Gore's 'It's My Party.' I read the book in preparation for an onstage interview I conducted with Mr. Jones in November, and, after 330-something pages, wanted more. His is an amazing, awesome story, not only of great music, but of triumph, escaping ghetto life and attaining grand heights in music, film, and the entertainment industry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2002

    Excellent Read -- Three Cheers for Quincy

    Q truly revealed his life to us in this beautifully done autobiographical piece. I felt as though he were speaking directly with me, as I walked through the pages of his life. I never felt a dull moment, and in fact stayed up late and arose very early to find what what would happen next. One does not need to be a jazz lover to appreciate Quincy's early days with the many jazz greats. Finally, the chapter on bebop to hip-hop provided me with a greater understanding of the universality of music and how important it is to change with the times. I love you Q, and I thank you for sharing your life, loves, and music with the world. Live long, and seek peace in the arms of the Lord.

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