He could have been a household name.
A daughter said, "Mommy, who's that man?"  When he came back from touring with Paul Whiteman he was the drummer; wrote many of their scores, but quit anyway. A family man is what he chose to be. He jobbed around Chicago as a professional musician, and fathered six children.

He authored percussion music and lessons and wrote music scores, works now archived at NorthWestern University in Evanston.   He played his own compositions for his large and appreciative family, and now for an audience in a different century.

The ultra-modernists and this generation of jazz-swing musicians have a chance now to pick up his techniques. Folks have always come along, in the years since his death, seeking his materials. They heard by word-of-mouth that this was real stuff. Now discovering him will be easier.
May fame catch up with Bobby Christian.

Dedicated Christmas Eve, 1999
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