But Oscar never let the city’s applause move him out of the alleys. When the record hit a modest success, he used his earnings to fix the roof over Mags’ kitchen and to buy new shoes for kids in his old neighborhood so they wouldn’t have to walk home barefoot in winter. He taught free after-school music classes in the recreation center—rudimentary theory, breathing, patience. “Music is a skill for the ears,” he’d tell the kids. “And a pair of ears is better than a million dollars and no one to hear you.”

in Seattle’s International District, you might have felt a phantom rhythm vibrating through the floorboards. It’s the ghost of a jazz scene that once defined the city, led by a man they called the "Patriarch": Oscar Holden

For decades, this track has lived in the shadows of mainstream jazz standards, yet it remains a cornerstone for collectors of "taxi piano," West Coast ragtime, and early territorial band jazz. If you have never heard the name or tapped your foot to the lazy, predatory swing of the "Alley Cat Strut," you are about to discover one of the most flavorful pieces of American piano history.