Ralph Joseph Gleason (March 1, 1917 – June 3, 1975) was an American music critic and columnist. He contributed for many years to the San Francisco Chronicle, was a founding editor of Rolling Stone magazine, and cofounder of the Monterey Jazz Festival.[1] A pioneering jazz and rock critic, he helped the San Francisco Chronicle transition into the rock era.[2]
Gleason was a widely respected commentator[according to whom?] when he began to support several Bay Area rock bands, including Jefferson Airplane and the Grateful Dead, in the late 1960s. Although Gleason was sometimes criticized[according to whom?] for minimizing the importance of or simply ignoring acts from Los Angeles, others judged[according to whom?] that he was making a valid distinction between works of creative vitality and music business product.
Gleason was a contributing editor to Ramparts, a prominent leftist magazine based in San Francisco, but quit after editor Warren Hinckle criticized the city's growing hippie population.[8] With Jann Wenner, another Ramparts staffer, Gleason founded the bi-weekly music magazine Rolling Stone, to which he contributed as a consulting editor until his death in 1975. He was in the midst of an acrimonious split with Wenner and the magazine when he died. For ten years he also wrote a syndicated weekly column on jazz and pop music that ran in the New York Post and many other papers throughout the United States and Europe.
Gleason's name shows up in tribute on Red Garland's "Ralph J. Gleason Blues" from the 1958 recording Rojo (Prestige PRLP 7193), re-released on Red's Blues in 1998.[15]
Gleason's lasting legacy, however, is his work with Rolling Stone. His name, alongside that of Hunter S. Thompson, still remains on the magazine's masthead today, more than four decades after his death.
On June 3, 1975, Gleason died of a heart attack at the age of 58 in Berkeley, California.[16]
Music in the Air: The Selected Writings of Ralph J. Gleason (2016), Yale University Press.
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This generation is producing poets who write songs, and never before in the sixty-year history of American popular music has this been true.[18]
In a 1976 review [19] of the Santana album Caravanserai, Gleason wrote that the album affirmed, and "speaks directly to the universality of man, both in the sound of the music and in the vocals."[20]