This somewhat was my experience as well.  I was 13 in 1978 when Feels So Good was released as a single, and a trumpet player in the middle school band.  This specific track caught my ear like nothing else that I'd heard previously, instrumentally.  And it inspired me to improve my chops through 10th grade, which advanced me to 1st chair trumpet in the school band.  Then (living in Germany) I discovered bier, and arrogantly decided I didn't like the band teacher, so gave up playing altogether.   But Mangione initiated my interest in further exploring "real" jazz trumpeters that came before him, which then led to an overall exploration of jazz which has continued to this day.   So thanks for being the gateway, Chuck.  Rest in Peace.

I like what you say here. The whole Black Sabbath gimic with the devil worshipping, wearing crosses, etc., was all part of the show. None of them were really into it and was part of the act. Outside of that, they were all just a bunch of blokes from Birmingham that were on the ride of their lives. 

PM on Elvis. Thanks.

Saw an interesting focused exhibit (in Montreal) on Berthe Weill who was an important art dealer in Paris who helped launch the careers of Picasso and Modigliani, among others.  The exhibit features many of the paintings that passed through her gallery.  https://www.mbam.qc.ca/en/exhibitions/berthe-weill/ The exhibit runs through Sept. 7 or so in Montreal and then heads over to Paris this fall. Here in Toronto there is a new exhibit at the AGO on Joyce Wieland.  https://ago.ca/exhibitions/joyce-wieland-heart There is also a very focused exhibit of woodblock prints by Naoko Matsubara, which just opened at the AGO.  https://ago.ca/exhibitions/naoko-matsubara I haven't managed to get over there yet to see it, but I will in the next week or so.  

RIP, Ozzy Back in HS, my band was one of the first to play Sabbath at HS Battle of the Bands and dances, in the US, and people didn't know what we were playing. I heard the title song to their first album on WABC FM, and it scared the hell outta me! The next day I ran down to TSS and bought the album with my allowance. Our lead singer basically turned into Ozzy, and even wrote away to one of those ads in the back of comic books and got an 'official' document sent to him, declaring him to be an "official Minister of his own church- The church of Satan!" I still have a picture of me from back then, when I still looked like something resembling a human being, staring into a candle light ceremony where our lead singer/Minister tried to call on Satan, "a black shape with eyes of fire". He never showed up... Then the fateful day came, Nov. 10, 1970. My sister worked at the Fillmore East, and she called up and said,"That weird band you love, Black Sabbath, is playing at the Fillmore; ya want me to get you and yer creepy friends free tickets to see them?" I said, "Please, please, please!!!!!!!!!!!! So the whole band (except our drummer, who was one of those kids who studied, did his homework, and listened to his parents, and was forbidden to take the LIRR into the evil city of NY) took a field trip, and somehow found our way into the bowels of the East Village, and sat there with orchestra seats, waiting for Ozzy to come on. We were disappointed to see four guys with long hair, who looked nothing like demons from hell, stumble their way through the BS album, with feedback and chops problems. They were followed by the British Jazz-Rock band "If", who could actually play the s--t out of their instruments, and I said goodbye to BS, and hello to the Jazz of Dick Morrissey and Terry Smith- jazz guitarist extraordinaire!. Dick Morrissey's son said the guys in If couldn't believe how bad BS was, and they used to have to put their hands over their ears to tolerate it. I should thank Ozzy actually, after that concert, I was so shocked at the difference between If and BS, I realized jazz was what I was looking for. Oh Larder!