Skip to content

A town square for an unsquare town

redbankgreen

Standing for the vitality of Red Bank, its community, and the fun we have together.

A POUND OF COLTRANE, PLEASE

Jjazz1

‘To roam the two narrow aisles of Johnny’s Jazz Market for the first time is to wonder what in hell kind of phantasmagoria one has wandered into. This may be the only grocery store in the world that, simply by walking in, you get an unimpeded view into the head of its proprietor. Except that Johnny Jazz would tell you that it’s the contents of his heart, not his cranium, that are on display.’

A first visit to Johnny’s Jazz Market on Shrewsbury Avenue has a double time-warp quality to it.

First, Johnny’s is a Mom & Pop-style grocery and butcher shop, the kind of tin-ceilinged place that anchored thousands of American neighborhoods before they went all but extinct during the great wave of postwar suburbanization. So it’s a throwback to the way households once provisioned themselves with cleansing powder, breakfast cereal and beef.

But any association with Norman Rockwell simplicity that might be suggested by the above is subverted upon one’s actually crossing the store’s red and black-framed doorway. Because to roam the two narrow aisles of Johnny’s is to wonder what in hell kind of phantasmagoria one has wandered into.

Jjazz2b

Well-worn album covers are stapled high on the walls and behind the top shelves lined with canned goods. Clippings from old newspapers, sometimes supplemented by handwritten ink scrawlings, are taped to other surfaces. There are blurry photographs, and still more clippings with still more scrawlings pieced together with electrical tape and suspended from the ceiling by time-yellowed twine; at one time, the clippings and pictures were framed, but that formality went out the window at some point. There’s a trumpet protruding from a pillar. And on what appears to be every square inch of wall space are more scrawlings. They announce the birthdays of jazz greats, or song titles, or cryptic quotations from lyrics.

As suggested by the store’s name, Johnny’s Jazz Market is a living monument to a time within a time, an unending work of devotion by its creator to his one abiding love: jazz. This may be the only grocery store in the world that, simply by walking in, you get an unimpeded view into the head of its proprietor. Except that Johnny Jazz would tell you that it’s the contents of his heart, not his cranium, that are on display.

Either way, it’s far out.

“Max Roach stopped here when he was at the Count Basie, around 1991,” Gatta says with a rasp in his voice. “He said he’d never seen a place like this.”

Jjazz3b

His customers call him ‘Johnny Jazz,’ because what else would you call the owner and sole employee of Johnny’s Jazz Market, the guy who’s been working the counter since before most of them were born, and who talks incessantly of Billie Holliday and Lou Donaldson, Sonny Stitt, Dinah Washington—with whom he shared a long night of drinks in 1958—Stan Getz and “other top-shelf cats?” How would you know, unless you knew, that his name isn’t Johnny, but Ralph?

Ralph Gatta.

The real Johnny was Ralph’s father, who bought the store from Henry Scaccia in the early 1940s. In 1963, Johnny Gatta died. Ralph, then 25 years old, had just gotten out of the Army, and was working by day as a butcher at the Acme in Fair Haven and making nightly jaunts into Greenwich Village, and to Newark, and to other great Petri dishes of jazz. Somewhat reluctantly, Ralph took over the business.

Just like that, an obsession with live jazz and the musicians who made it was thwarted. Period. Full stop. No more nights at his beloved Birdland. “It was hard for me, because I was working seventy, eighty, a hundred hours of week,” Gatta says. “I knew all these cats.”

But the love didn’t fade. “I couldn’t get out anymore, so I brought the music into the store,” he says. It poured forth from the records and tape recordings he amassed. It spilled out of the man himself, compulsively, onto scraps of brown paper used to wrap meat, onto cardboard that had been a carrier of mayonnaise jars. It went on until the store became a thicket of spontaneous exuberant outbursts captured in heavy marker on whatever was at hand when they were laid down. Riffs, you might say, from a man who doesn’t play, but understands what it means to “blow,” Johnny’s term for making jazz, or letting the jazz make itself.

Jjazz4

“I was doing it for my own pleasure, but it caught on,” Gatta says. “One of the cats said, ‘Hey man, you got the real music here.’ I said, ‘I can’t listen to the radio! How can you listen to the radio when you can listen to Coltrane?’ ”

Gatta lives above the business by himself. The deeper he got into being Johnny Jazz the storekeeper, the clearer it became that life as a grocer was ruining his chances of marriage. Because what woman in her right mind would want to be Mrs. Johnny Jazz, committing herself to incredibly long days in a business whose profit was measured in coins?

He’ll be 69 years old in October. What comes next, he’s not sure. But he feels looked after. The ethnicity of his clientele has changed, from Irish and Italian to African-American and Puerto Rican to Central American, and each departing wave has its regulars who still drop in to say hello, maybe buy a pack of smokes. Al Wright, “a fine jazz drummer” who lives in Red Bank, checks in. Maria Ursino, who grew up around the corner on Herbert Street and now lives in Little Silver, has been coming here all her life. Jjazz5_1 She still stops in every day for a newspaper.

“Ralph stays the same,” she says. “The store stays the same.”

Until inspiration strikes, that is, and Johnny Jazz reaches for his magic marker.

E-mail this story

Remember: Nothing makes a Red Bank friend happier than to hear "I saw you on Red Bank Green!"
Partyline
RED TRUCKS AT RED ROCK
A small dishwasher fire at Red Rock Tap and Grill was put out quickly by firefighters overnight, causing minimal damage. Red Bank Fire Depar ...
CREATIVE COVER UP
The windows of Pearl Street Consignment on Monmouth Street were smashed when a driver crashed their car through them injuring an employee la ...
THEY’RE BACK!
Ospreys returned to the skies over Red Bank this week for the first time since they migrated to warmer climes in late fall. With temperature ...
SPRING IS SPRUNG
RED BANK: Spring 2024 arrives on the Greater Red Bank Green with the vernal equinox at 11:06 p.m. Tuesday.
RED BANK’S FINEST – AND NEWEST
Red Bank Police Officer Eliot Ramos was sworn in as the force’s newest patrolman Thursday, and if you’re doing a double take thinkin ...
EASTER EGG MAYHEM AT THE PARK
An errant whistle spurred an unexpectedly early start to the Spring Egg Hunt on Sunday, which had been scheduled to begin at eggsactly 11am ...
PRESEASON DOCKWORK
RED BANK: With winter winding down, marina gets ready for boating season with some dockwork on our beautiful Navesink River.
CORNED BEEF AND DISCO FRIES?
It’s Friday, and smart Lent-observing Leprechauns know the pot of gold at the end of Red Bank’s rainbow is actually the deliciou ...
SURFBOARD DITCHED
It’s a violation of etiquette in surfing to ditch your board.  (it could hit another surfer and hurt them). But someone appears to ha ...
ELSIE, TAKE ME WITH YOU!
Soaked by pouring rain with the temperature hovering in the low 40’s, this sign in the window of Elsie’s Subs on Monmouth Street ...
WALK THIS WAY
PARTYLINE: Before-and-afters of a sidewalk cleanup on West Street.
SOGGY NOTION
RED BANK: Breezeway sculpture captured the mood downtown as heavy rains fell Saturday morning.
HOME DELIVERY
RED BANK: After a subdivision, an instant house rises on a new Catherine Street lot.
COMMUNITY PROFILES
For Black History Month, Red Bank's Community Engagement and Equity Advisory Committee has been running a series of local profiles on Facebo ...
HEARTY FAREWELL FOR HARDY
RED BANK: Council to honor DPU supervisor Rich Hardy, who retired recently after almost 39 years of keeping things running.
HOMEBOUND? READ ON…
RED BANK: Can't get to the public library? It's now offering free delivery and pickups for homebound borough residents.
TAMING A BEAST OF A WEEK
RED BANK: After the second snowfall of the week, a borough family finds the perfect use for it – a Godzilla snow sculpture.
RED BANK: LIBRARY CLOSED, BUT THE HILL’S OPEN
RED BANK: Though the library was closed by a snowstorm, kids got to enjoy the riverfront property's steep slope Tuesday.
LIGHT(HOUSE) MAKEOVER
This year, getting ready for spring means a midwinter makeover for Strollo's Lighthouse in Red Bank.
TODAY: LOCAL PUPPY COMPETES ON ANIMAL PLANET’S “PUPPY BOWL”
Red Bank’s very own rescue puppy, Biscuit, is set to compete in Animal Planet’s Puppy Bowl this Sunday, February 11, at 2 PM. Th ...