Randy Twizzle

Wow pretty damning. A column written and published a few days before the Mitchell report even came out by a columnist who hasn't read it.

this only confirms what i've always thought/feared about you. i weep openly for your loss. Don't know what you think/fear about me but I'll tell you that I find the 3 Stooges sad. Not only don't they make me laugh but they depress me. There's something tawdry about the whole experience of watching these ugly men getting through another short film. And I've always imagined that the supporting actors and actresses were down on their luck bit players clinging to the underside of Hollywood in order to survive. The whole thing reeks of the Depression. I may be wrong but...

The now obligatory myspace photos of the thugs

As a kid I gave them all the chance in the world, but they never once made me laugh. In college I joined a bunch of stoned friends at a Stooges festival and I had to fake laughter in order to fit in.

Does that mean they send candy and flowers after they screw...?

One year during my firm's holiday party a female co-worker had too much to drink and vomited in front of the tight-assed head of HR. That was pretty edgy and it didn't even need a hip hop soundtrack.

She is a 30s-something African American journalist. She is a regular columnist for the Kansas City daily newspaper. She writes a column on cultural matters. I realize she's a grown woman (or what passes for one nowadays) but in that column she writes like a 16 year old girl.

She sounds like a 16 year old girl breathlessly telling all her friends about the college party she snuck into. She should have saved it for her myspace page.

Well nobody's hiring him for Chekkov these days. As he writes in his book in the end it's better to be Goober then it is to be a forgotten out of work actor.

According to George "Goober" Lindsey's autobiography (for some unexplained reson I received it 7 years ago as a premium gift for joining an old time radio website) he preferred jazz, especially Oscar Peterson, to country music. He was also frustrated for being typecast for life as Goober even though he could do much more (or so he said).

I was cleaning up my basement this morning and found a Down Beat from December 1993 that had a letter in the "Chords & Discords" section (pg 8) from a Daniel Gould living in Wilton Conn. "Denny Manucal is correct in asserting that DB bills itself as "Jazz Blues & Beyond," not "Just Jazz" ("Chords" Aug '93) But such was not always the case. Until the mid-'60s DB was in spirit, "just jazz." Then a false prophet named Miles Davis recorded "Bitches Brew", triggering the decline of jazz and its premier journal "Down Beat." Back in the day I sometimes was tempted to write a letter to Down Beat but I usually just had another drink and forgot about it.

Would it make you feel better if CA had written something nice thing about Peter Nero? If you're going to run scared about what people may find when they google "Peter Nero" then you've pretty much defeated the purpose of free expression on the net. IMHO

Does this sentence mean that the Easy Refund may turn out to be less that $25.00?

From today's NY Daily News: Legendary conga player and Latin Grammy Award winner Carlos (Patato) Valdés has died of complications from emphysema. He was 81. Valdés, a fixture in the New York Afro-Cuban music scene for more than 50 years, was hospitalized on Nov. 12 in Cleveland. "He was an innovator, one of the last great Cuban drummers that came here in the '50s," said salsa bandleader Larry Harlow, who considers Valdés and Mongo Santamaría as the masters who brought conga drums into mainstream jazz. "He will be greatly missed." Valdés became short of breath during a flight home to New York after playing in San Francisco with his band Conga Kings, with renowned percussionists Cándido Camero and Giovanni Hidalgo. "He told me that he couldn't breathe," said Camero, his longtime buddy, whom he met in Cuba six decades ago. The plane made an emergency stop in Cleveland and the musician was checked into a hospital, where he died Tuesday night, said Jessie Ramírez, Valdés' manager. "The doctor told me that he raised his arms and said, 'I'm joining you, changó [an Afro-Cuban deity]," Ramírez said. "He was a major league smoker; that was what hurt him the most." Ramírez said the funeral would likely be held in Puerto Rico, where his wife and two daughters live. Born in Cuba in 1926, Valdés gained fame in the early '50s with his band Conjunto Casino. In 1954, he moved to New York City, where he played with Latin music legends Tito Puente, Benny Moré, Ismael Rivera, Machito and the Sonora Matancera. "People loved him because he was very eccentric. He would dance and play at the same time," said Camero, who moved to the U.S. in 1946. In 2002, Valdés received a Latin Grammy Award for the album "El Arte Del Sabor," with the Bebo Valdés Trio. crodriguez@nydailynews.com

I've been reading all sorts of heart felt messages about what this place means to individual members, here's my testimony: I didn't become a member until late 1960 when I joined in on the discussion of JFK's catholicism. Some posters were fearful that that the president would be taking direct orders from the Pope (I forget which one). Things got pretty heated in those days but the tragic events of 11/22/63 ended the discussion and started new ones, including the marathon "grassy knoll" thread which lasted until the mid-70s when it ended after three of its main participants died in three separate revolving door accidents on the same day. As far as the tumultuous days of the late 60s went, I managed to escape the turmoil of the board by serving 2 tours of duty in Southeast Asia. When I returned stateside with my heroin habit and post traumatic stress disorder I became convinced that god was trying to communicate with me through the "Offering and Looking For" forum. Ultimately I didn't find him there but did manage to snag some good deals on used Prestige vinyl. The 80s, 90s and early 00's flew by and when I rejoined the board in 2005 I was ready for anything, except having to express an opinion about music for fear of being mocked by professionals.

He wants Evel's money.

A NY Post column about the man everyone (but me) loves to hate.

I joined the Kiwanis Club!

Here's an article about Lorillard from the Oct 25, 1959 Oakland Tribune.

Cuz he was stuck on 3000 hits? Cuz he was a humanitarian who died trying to aid his countrymen? Nothing to do with Cootie, but about three years ago during a charity telethon ancient NY radio personality Cousin Bruce Morrow asked Roberto Clemente Jr. "How's your dad?"

I notice that Lord lists several dozen names including Ted O'Reilly and Jack Woker as "contributors". He also writes: I'm curious if this mean anything in the scheme of things?

Political satire about Cheney, Limbaugh, Bush, Beck, O'Reilly, Reagan, and a few other based on Wikipedia. I haven't read anything so daring and biting since the last time I put on my computer.

He sounds like a whiskey rights advocate.

John Facenda was the Voice of God for NFL films. He's been dead for over 20 years but that voice has NEVER DIED.