Chuck Nessa

I wonder if Babe's people have made tour information available to Verve. This reminds me, when Michael Cuscuna was preparing a series of Coltrane issues for Impulse in the late '70s', he made a presentation to the marketing crew, and a young exec stood up and said something like "If Coltrane is so important, why don't we do a 'direct to disc' date with him and back it up with a tour?"

No, it is pronounced "Par Tay".

I’m not sure we’ll ever see a color blind society – at least in the US. I have a bunch of rambling reflections to buttress this, so bear with me. I’m a typical white american. My father was half Norwegian, half Irish. My “Irish” grandmother had black kinky hair and olive skin – descended from the Spanish and Moorish survivors of the destruction of the Spanish armada, legend says. Anyway, my grandfather was disowned because he married a Catholic. My mother is from English stock, but her father was one quarter Cherokee (or Sioux). He was know as “Indian Charlie”. Born on a farm in central Iowa in 1944, we were considered Norwegian like the majority of our neighbors. The surrounding towns had population totals from 100 to 15,000. I remember in junior high, we had a basketball game in a town about 30 north. A fight broke out. The general consensus was “well, they’re all Germans, what do you expect?”. There were “Swedish towns”, “German towns”, etc. I remember a local real estate agent who’s name was always preceded by “that Frenchman”. He was never just Rex Purviance. One of the local grocery stores was owned by someone with the first name “that Jew”. No tv in my early years, so I remember being confused when I first saw an African American. No one in my experience looked like that. A bald headed, "shoe shine boy" on the capitol steps in Des Moines was my first Negro. I vaguely remember my father explaining the situation, but don’t have any memory of what he said. I was probably 5 or 6 at the time. Then a big lesson was delivered the Summer before eighth grade. I was attending school in Randall, a town of about 100 people. The school district was a K-12 deal, all in one building, not counting the gymnasium. There were 18 in my class, and we were the largest one. Such a small district had trouble attracting teachers and had to hire Mr Robert Graves in 1957. He was to coach and teach social studies. In a small district like that, coaching meant all sports the school participated in - baseball, girls softball, boys and girls basketball and dual gender track. This was a local scandal which built to a fevered pitch when someone (rumored to be our neighbor Milo Hovick) dumped brown dye in the local swimming pool. I remember local gossip about the difficulty Mr. Graves and his wife had trying to rent a home. They wound up in an apartment above Holm Hardware in Story City, but someone said Torb Holm would do anything for money. My parents never said a word about any of this but I remember riding in the car with my mom to Story City, to invite Mr and Mrs Graves to our house for dinner. They accepted, and other than saying something about the Graves' having a tough time, my parents never mentioned it again, that I recall. I grew to love jazz in high school, and when I went to the University of Iowa I got involved in the civil rights movement. I was preparing to leave, with a busload of others, for a week in Mississippi to register black voters, when we got word of the murders of James Chaney, Michael Schwerner, and Andrew Goodman. The organizers cancelled the trip. Two or three years later I moved to Chicago and started making records. Twenty years ago, we moved out of Chicago to our current abode, to finish raising the kids in a small town. We thought it would be good for them to get away, from what we saw, as bad influences. The town we moved to Whitehall, Michigan. The White River separates our town from Montague. Both towns combined have a total population under 10,000. The surrounding townships are densely populated. The area is supported by big manufacturing plants and tourism. Lots of beaches, sand dunes and boating. Any way – we bought a house and met the neighbors. About a month after moving, the guy across the street put up a “for sale” sign in his yard. When we asked him about it, he said he missed Montague. The guy was moving 2 miles away, to feel at home. Maybe more later. Forgive the ramble.

Volume 2 of the Monk has not been reissued on Black Lion either. The complete list of the 24 bit reissues can be viewed on the DA Music site, which offers them for sale at 13 euros.

Something to remember - this was the last Atlantic date - recorded between sessions for Africa/Brass. To me, in this context, Trane seems to be holding back. The Impulse jump was at least as big as the Prestige/Atlantic jump.

After watching the number of posts to this thread grow I checked in hoping to find some information about a large bed I didn't know about, or at least get the skinny on the latest large photo reproduction of the current "Babe". No..........all I get is a race!

In 1962, as a college freshman, I saw a "workshop" production of the Connection. It was a depiction of a world I did not know at the time. I did come to know it quickly. Thankfully, H was not my drug of choice.

So I guess if that beautiful red hair is ever "crushed" on my chest, I'm a pervert, right.

Understand, I posted a message to "my thread" on AAJ and went back to delete it. I suggested Danny take his meds, sign a donor card, and take a drive on the turnpike. See, we can be civil.

Now that we be talkin' Onet - the Croyden concert would be nice. Over the years I've ordered Japanese reissues 3 or 4 times, only to be bummed.

The Memorial Album is reissued under its original title "Meditations". This is a fine disc, as is the Trio record on Contemporary.

I found it impossible to ignore. Maybe not smart, but that's the way I reacted.

If you wait long enough, ebay.

Probably the same "extras" as the US issues. They were new tunes.

Sorry, I thought it might be his mom. Mother's Day and all. I thought it was possible. Still could be, but why's she happy?

You must be living in "Quote City".

Norman Howard "Signals" Ernie Henry "Presenting" Blue Mitchell "Big 6" Thelonious Monk "Monk's Music" A careful listening to the Monk record sent me on a Wilbur Ware hunt, hence the Mitchell and Henry dates. I suggest listening to Monk's Music with headphones while concentrating on the bass. Wilbur is a wizard on this.

Nora should marry Bo.

Jarman got a bassoon in the summer of '67. That fall he played it on Lester Bowie's "Numbers 1 & 2. He used it for a few years, but it seems to disappear in the '70s. No mention of Lateef yet?

I heard an interesting radio debate about why it was ok to play the Chicks song about driving around with Earl (dead) in the trunk, and "Gangsta' Rap" was bad.

I think a first purchase should be of something like the Golden Quartet recordings where he plays his own compositions. Yo Miles can be your third purchase.

Leo is an amazing musician and person. I think starting with a solo recording might be the wrong way to go. I'd check out the instrumentation/personnel listings on AMG and pick a combination that sounds interesting. "Red Sulphur Sky" can be your 2nd purchase.

Not 'til late in the year. My daughter (art director) is working on the graphics so I put it up. As Chaney said in another thread, "a tease".

The Legge is not owned by BN. It was licensed from Vogue.

I forgot to mention the Mobley quartet record.