AllenLowe

allright, I've been wanting to say this for some time - is there anyone else who, like me, thinks that Jimmy Heath, a fine musician, is one of the dullest jazz soloists ever?

I ordered some stuff back in the 1970s - they say it'll be here in two weeks -

just remember that it's 15 hours later there than it is here so today it's actually tomorrow and tomorrow it's actually the day after tomorrow and on your birthday it's actually the day after your birthday and if I die today I die tomorrow in Tokyo forever upsetting the space/time continuum because when I scratch an itch here I'm scratching it tomorrow in Tokyo and when the world ends and the rapture comes and we all meet our makers nobody in Tokyo will know about it until tomorrow and tomorrow is the last day of the rest of your life if yesterday was the last day of the rest of your life

snot - I hate snot-covered discs; feel the same away about mucus and pus -

for the same reason we sacrifice a Christian on Passover - it's just a fun thing to do -

and she's had her tubes tied -

as I recall, Montrose's playing wasn't too good on that thing - or am I remembering incorrectly?

I'd have a turkey sandwhich, but I can't get the damned turkey to stop flapping his wings - and finding big enough bread is another problem -

they made me wet the bed -

that frog is brown -

dying a slow, microtonal death -

55: divorced nun 56: wet bed 57: started listening to jazz again 58: started shooting heroin again 59: od'd; buried in back yard

age 48: stopped listening to jazz age 49: wet bed age 50: decided to study for the priesthood age 51: moved to Maine age 52: married a nun age 53: sued Nessa for lost wages age 54: castrated in freak atv accident

age 3: smoked first joint age 8: shot first heroin age 12: heard Ferrante and Teicher age 16: joined 4 H Club age 22: worked in first Nixon campaign age 23: Stopped shooting heroin age 25: run over by Chuck Nessa in late-night hit-and run accident age 33: faith-healed by Jimmy Swaggart; threw away crutches and began to walk age 47: started to listen to jazz

well, whenever I need a small nuclear device I always go to my local representative of Chinese Organized Crime - those damned arabs just want too much cash -

yes, I'm with Larry - I also considered him to be light years ahead of JJ Johnson in feeling - and yes, also, great Cadence interview which I have in a file somewhere -

well, there was Wilhelm Reich and than Robert Reich - so I always think of Howard as The Third Reich -

damn - one of my favorites - I didn't even know he was still alive -

c'mon Chuck, we know you wanna keep all the good stuff for yourself -

find the old British Lps - best sound of the bunch -

well, as I like to say about my marriage, we've had 22 happy years - "but you've been married for 26." Well, 22 out of 26 ain't bad -

by the way, Larry, saw you mentioned Charles Olson some posts back - his simple statement "an object is its own meaning" was, for me, the key that unlocked contemporary forms from music to literature - idea, I think, was to stop looking for self-imposed layers of meaning and to simply see/hear what the author/composer was saying - kind of like "he has nothing to say, only a way of saying it" (either Robbe Grillet or Beckett, sorry, can't remember) - it's all a mantra I find necessary to repeat whenever something, at first glance, puzzles me -

beautiful poem, Larry, thanks for posting, I always liked Ohara - my wife's godmother, who used to be the painting-restorer at the Museum of Modern Art, knew and worked with him way-back when - crazy, tragic death too, as she related, when he got run over by a dune buggy -

in case anybody's interested I'm selling really good copies of the Declaration of Independence - and on good paper this time, not that lousy crumbling parchment -

funny Bob Neloms story - one of his first gigs was with Ammons, who called the tune "Crazy Rhythm." Bob, who was very young, thought he wanted "rhythm changes." After they played the song, Ammons said to him, "you play some wrong chords, but you sure play funky."