AllenLowe

on my upcoming CD I play one cut on C melody. It's a strange instrument, doesn't cut through the rhythm section, so it's easy to over-blow. But I like it.

I love Trumbauer

talk to Barry Harris - he used to always complain that people played the wrong changes to Midnight, courtesy of the Real Book.

excellent book; Lewis Porter tells me he was instrumental in getting it on track. Lots of little personal tidbits. Coltrane was not exactly a big talker, but put it all together and it's very interesting.

well, I love Randy Weston, though I do think he's sorta full of it, in various ways (heard him talk last year with Robin Kelley about the new Monk book and Weston's comments were really silly and pointless, and I'm being charitable); and as for Willard Jenkins, well, as co-author of the book, there is a lot best left un-said about his level of competence. I will, however, quote that old song: "I don't stand a chance, with a Ghost like you....."

sorry, I misunderstood - I just remember being so annoyed by those Tribune issues - it was nice to see them on CD, but they were so badly done as to make one wonder if anbody was listening.

I disagree, the old French Black and White Lps were in generally good and sometimes excellent sound, and the difference was substantial; I have the Memphis Blues one, which is nice; the Original Memphis Five which sounds like it was from direct masters; lots of excellent-sounding Moten/Basie, fine Whiteman and Jack Teagarden, Fletcher Hendersons, lots of Fats Wallers in terrific sound (early stuff with Thomas Morris); good Bix, an old Ragtime comp which is fantastic (James Reese Europe, Eubie Blake, Victor Military Band). Fair to good-sounding J.R. Morton (in this case not as good as the BMG box). Great Don Redman. I have more, but doing this all from memory. the CDs were simply a mess, horrible mastering. A/B 'em and you can hear the added dimension on the LPs.

I don't know Milburn's discography well, but Wayne Bennet played guitar on some of his sessions.

though this was not a question that was asked, the CD issues of these were a disaster, sound-wise; bad noise reduction clipped and destroyed the high end on every one of these that I heard. Horrible and harsh stuff.

re: John's remarks, above: well, Joe is unpredictable in predictable ways, let us say. That's the way I hear it. and I would be surprised if you'd heard enough of Schildkraut to make that distinction - but I could be wrong (and we actually had this discussion recently, Larry Kart and I, because it is true that Dave left precious little behind; however I heard him in his living room many times and had enough discussions with the likes of Stan Getz, Billl Evans, Dizzy G., Jackie McLean and Mel Lewis to re-enforce my opinion). also, Marty, sorry, was just joking - I don't like OP and I find Dexter just always a little too stoned for my taste.

to answer the prior question about what is meant by he "does everything right, but just does not interest me." Well, he plays nice notes and proper rhythms, doesn't embarass himself, is a pro and is always prepared. as for playing "at" the music instead of inhabiting it, harder to define, but clear to me, anyway - it's kind of like those programs that do human speech, everything is correct in terms of pronunciation and grammer, but it sounds programmed and second hand. He is, to me, liked a VERY advanced version of one of those programs (like Sonny Stitt on a bad day). I'm sure this will piss a few people off, but I am posting here under my first amendement rights. Feel free to dis a few of my favorites (like Dexter Gordon, Oscar Peterson.......) -

I though this thread was over - are you guys gonna make me post more irrelvant lyrics?

I actually found a totally trashed Janet Jackson in a field behind my house - took her home, cleaned her up, and let her back out into the wild.

I love Bix

jeffcrom r. crumb Brent Cram (he's a kid who lives in my neighborhood)

in case anyone's wondering if there's a point to all of this, I just thought of one: if you're trying to write the kind of lyric that has an informal and off-hand humor to it, these are good examples. Just trying to help.

I'm not really sure what Chuck is questioning here - if it's a matter of Bruce's 'relevance,' I do believe his stuff holds up amazingly well.

Henderson's one of those guys who does everything right, but just does not interest me. somehow he always seems like he's playing at the music instead of inhabiting it.

There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing, And then you'll holler, "please don't stop!" There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of pleasing, Fifteen minutes of blowing my top

Shine On, Harvey Bloom My name is Mr. Bloom, and I'm from New Rochelle, And I sing this happy tune, Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom, Has landed on the moon. My wife and I, we miss our little Harvey so, Back here in New Rochelle, That every single night, In the pale moonlight, We walk out on the patio and yell: Shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up in the sky. You have been in orbit since January, February, June and July. Don't come back too soon, we rented out your room. So shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up there on the moon. We'll miss you on the holidays, this year they're coming later. We hope you have a very lovely seder in your crater. Your mama sent the astronauts some chicken soup at school. They're using it instead of rocket fuel. If you like outer space, you oughta see your sister Janet. She came in with a hairdo that is from another planet. Your girl friend Shirley misses you, the Air Force says she had A temper tantrum on the launching pad. Shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up in the sky. Under separate cover, I'm sending you some pickles and a corned beef on rye. You brought Bromo Seltzer with you, I presume. So shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom.

My Aunt Minnie bought a mini-skirt, A mini-skirt, A mini-skirt. She's too skinny for a mini-skirt. Such a skinny creature Shouldn't feature such a feature But my old Aunt Minnie bought a mini-skirt And all the fellas flirt.Everybody's wise To my Aunt Minnie's thighs In her crazy mini-skirt. She's thinking young, She's thinking young. She's thinking younger than the youngters she's among. She's really cool, she's hip, A gas, a trip.She's the inspiration or the Pepsi generation. And she popped up later at a pop art show A pop art show, A pop art show. What's she doin' at a pop art show?Trading her Utrillo For a plastic box of Brillo For a painting of a can of lentil soup She traded her Van Gogh Then she took all her popAnd traded it for op At that crazy pop art show. She's thinking young, She's thinking young. She's thinking younger than the youngters she's among. She's really cool, she's hip, A gas, a trip.She went to a happening (And didn't know what's happening.) And then she go-goed at a discotheque, A discotheque, A discotheque. Uncle Morris was a nervous wreck. Poor old Uncle Morris Only lasted half a chorus.But when Minnie go-goed at that discotheque, The kids picked up her check. Why they could hardly look At how Aunt Minnie shook. First they saw her do Her wicked boogaloo, And then they saw her swing Her shaky shing-a-lingAt that crazy discotheque.

Aw, man Oh, Hitler had Ava Braun, Manson had Squeaky Fromm, Ted Bundy got lots of dates, I wonder what I'm doing wrong. I don't pretend to understand women's little quirks Just one thing I know for sure - chicks dig jerks, yeah. Well, if I meet one more single mom Whose true love is up and gone Tells me on her trailer porch 'Bout that man Still carries a torch, Sure, he came home drunk each night Beat the kids and her in a fight, But, man, she loves him so, It's so hard to let him go, aw. Well, I don't pretend to understand women's little quirks, Just one thing I know for sure - chicks dig jerks. Well, I'm sure there's some out there who can relate, Particularly young men without a date See some jerk, some fine, fine babe, Go driving away, aw. Well, is that a new bruise you got on you? What does it say, that he loves you? Sure he beats you, but afterwards he cries, "Oh, baby, I could die." Honey, I don't think that's nothing to be proud of, I think it's called alcoholism I don't think you should move away, Stay with him till you're in your grave, yeah. "You're so sweet." "Can't we just be friends?" "I think of you as a brother." Aw, man. You're hurting me. What do I have to offer you, baby? Poetry and true love. That's not enough, I know for sure, You need someone to throw you through the door. Well, I don't pretend to understand women's little quirks. Just one thing I know for sure-chicks dig jerks! Chicks dig jerks, it's so true. Tell you, man, be mean to 'em man, they'll never leave you, then, 'Cause chicks dig jerks. Just ignore 'em. Act like they're not there. Man, you're gonna be pulling chicks out of your hair. They love that. Act like you don't care, Aw, look at them everywhere, they come running. Tired of being a good guy Such a lonely life. I'm gonna be a jerk Yeah, that's right, I'm gonna step on lots of toes. Whoo, girls gonna go crazy for that kind of guy. Baby, I'm gonna act like I don't know you. Not gonna return one of your calls. Yeah, I'm a jerk And it's working out.

Today, father, is father's day, And we're giving you a tie. It's not much we know, It's just our way of showing you We think you are a regular guy. You say that it was nice of us to bother. But it really was a pleasure to fuss, For according to our mother, You are our father, And that's good enough for us.

Hello, I must be going I cannot stay I came to say I must be going I'm glad I came But just the same I must be going

"alone with the sound of my voice..........................."