AllenLowe

thanks, everybody - I think we'll start with the vinegar/baking soda and then progress to an actual plumber person.

I did think for a minute about Helen, whom I do not know well but who is a very nice lady who just lost her husband (Torrie Vito) - but I guess this story is not likely to get heavy national attention since it's not about one of the new cute young things.

yeah, I think it's plumber time (the non-liquid kind) - no cesspool, fortunately - all our waste empties into my neighbor's back yard -

amazing story.

I'm absolutely amazed - didn't even know he was still around. He had a real place in jazz history.

they are PVC; so far we've had to do this, in the shower/tub, maybe every 3 months. may try the baking soda/vinegar thing, too.

good idea - as for the safety claims, however, I tend to be wary. Though I have read that the Gel is the easiest on pipes, I just wish there were some long-term studies on whether this stuff damages pipes or not.

this whole thing is strange, and I don't know if there was anything wrong with reporting the story, as it was meant to be a commentary on the whole weirdness of post-death occurrences. It is unfortunate, since Hank was such a scandal-free gentleman (the only times I met him were a few occasions when I was hanging out with Haig in the '70s - and interestingly enough Jones was one of the few old associates that Haig spent any time with and that Haig actually spoke of with great affection - which probably had to do with not only Jones' great personal decency, but also with the fact that he was one of the few to insistently give credit to Haig as one of his prime influences in the post-bop years). But somehow the post-death squabbling, unseemly as it may appear, has a strange and au courant appropriateness.

well, the problem where you live is that the water drains in the opposite direction - or am I thinking of Turkmenistan?

they say that's what happened to Sinatra - and everybody thought he was depressed over Ava Gardner. But what really happened was that he confused his bathtub with his coffee mug.

but this is an actual question, as I have gotten conflicting advice (and the real agenda is my slow shower drain)

now the flutophone, THAT's an instrument:

only jazz flute players I ever liked were Eric Dolphy and Charlie Haines (a great musician from Connecticut whom I have not seen for many years) - all the rest just annoy me.

well, I don't think Griffin could really accept the concept of free improvisation - like a lot of musicians of that generation he was grasping at straws to see where Shepp knew his history or his chords - so he could find a common ground which, in reality, did not exist.

looks like we'll be holding a concert of my blues material in September in NYC; Roswell Rudd will appear, Lewis Porter, Randy Sandke, myself, my Portland band, Matt Shipp (though we may have a scheduling problem with Matt) and two other possible really special guests whose names I do not want to drop until I have further info - for you tri-state Organissimo-ites, maybe I can fudge a discount - or a surcharge, depending on how nice you are to me in the next few months. We're looking at a theater on the lower East Side and working with a NYC promoter. he asked me why it had been 20 years since I worked in the city; I explained that I was worried about over exposure.

I still don't believe the Rivers/Hendrix stuff exists. This is how rumors start. Of course, there are those cassettes I have of Billie Holiday singing at an after-hours club with Roy Buchanan.

I met Stocker in Amsterdam in 1988 - nice guy, helluva saxophone player. As for the "learned to play" thing, I would look at the source - people evolve, technically and stylistically; Griffin was not a guy who would've understood Shepp, whereas I believe Stocker was telling me that early on Greene was more instinctual than learned as a player.

let's just say I'm well connected - there's just stuff I know because I know the right people. Always have. If you guys were nicer to me I might actually introduce you to some of these sources. But now, Paul, that you've questioned their veracity I think,for your own protection, I'll have to just relay any additional questions you may have back to them. Fortunately they don't read this site.

I'll take both copies of "The I Hate to Cook Book" - as long as the author photo isn't wrinkled and it has the second revised index.

well, the truly deluded speak to a higher truth (I say from personal experience).

Paul - I was making two separate references - first - your comment on agenda (which was outta line, implying as it does that I have some secret, long term paranoid social vision which I am determined to impose on the Western world - hey on second thought, not a bad idea) - but if you read above, Weizen launched the second of you guys' two-pronged lets-get-Lowe attack. Nice coordination, fellas. as for "You don't cover something up and then air it out" - well, of course you do - it's a classic disinformation technique. And it worked, hence your acceptance of the party line - which is the non-party line in disguise. What better situation for Art than to cover up the truth at the same time as he continues his anti-drug self promotion? Common CIA technique as well, and, well, looking at the LSD connection, who would be surprised? Paul, when you come down from your high, you'll see that I was right. Next time don't mix muscle relaxers with Muscatel. That's what did Weizen in.

he's the guy - I always wondered what happened to him. Do you know?

Purdie has actually made much more extensive claims than just those overdubs.

the most likely scenario, confirmed by her friends, is that she had been taking the drug on and off for a while prior to the suicide - and that it exacerbated her depression and disorientation and basically created a mental disturbance - if you have any questions about this see the results of the CIA experiments in the 1950s with acid, and its residual effects on subjects who became irrational and depressed.