AllenLowe

great playeeer (left unedited for Dan Gould to correct)

by the way, that unfounded (?) rumor, above, was NOT about Jerome Richardson, I think, but about Les Spann, who apparently did die in 1989 -

Wilbur Ware Where have all the flowers gone? Jennifer Flowers

I hear that title, I always think of a bong -

Jim, you there? I propose we do it in - Philly - heard you liked it out there -

when Wayne worked with Al Haig at Gregory's in the late 1970s I heard him play frequently, and his playing, at least at that time, seemed to have lost something, a certain continuity - not sure if anyone else ever noticed this -

you're just in time - I will say I have had some private discussions, might take it to the next level -

is this recorded on your Scully?

and here's my rant against the goyim, by way of Lou Reed: Goyishe World Oh, oh goyishe world, please let me be goyishe world... If you think that I'm not right, than please just let me sleep the night, goyishe world... Oh, oh goyishe world, mama's gone, goyishe world... sometimes when I drift asleep I dream of a wall where widows weep, goyishe world oh, oh. goyishe world, please let me in, 'goyishe world... is there something that I lack? go, burn that cross that's on my back! goyishe world oh, Yeshiva boy, what you doin' uptown? Yeshiva boy... going home for Pesach prayers running the gauntlet of Christian stares taking a beating, it's a small price to pay for he death of Christ - goyishe world... oh, oh goyishe world, I'm in hell, goyishe world... would it make you feel better to see me spit on a phylactery? goyishe world oh, revenge is sweet, goyishe world... just because we killed your lord, hey it was the weekend, and we were bored! goyishe world... oh, oh goyishe world, Babel's dead, and so am I - tie my had and bind my feet, Jewish blood is moist and sweet, goyishe world... goyishe world... goyishe world...

here's my take on the old country song Oh Death: Oi Death what is this, the room is cold this was foretold I am death I am the shadow on your wall I am that which comes all days before the fall oi, death, oi, death oi, death, oi death lead us out of Eastern Europe, just like Moses lead us out before the camp gate slams and closes because even after war, the Polish mobs are at your door – oi, death, oi, death oi, death, oi death Jews have died, but only one was crucified oi, death, oi, death oi, death, oi death I am death, I will see that your widow cries – Let your children watch you die before your eyes, stop your heart before you can say your goodbyes – oi, death, oi, death oi, death, oi death my gullet seizes, breath turns cold, my bones are brittle come here mother, take a towel, and wipe myspittle. Ich ver alt ich ver alt und der pupik wird mir kalt ich ver alt und der pupik wird mire kalt oi death oi death oi death oi death mark my gravestone with these words, to see me through: “look, here lies, among the flies, another Jew” – and kick some dirt and run from this whole graveside scene, ‘cause only goyim worry that their grave’s kept clean – oi death oi death oi death oi death

well, in my old age I've become a lyricist/songwriter; here's my country and western tune: Lonesome and Dead I took a walk last night to look at the stars To breathe the cold night air, the exhaust from old cars And later, sleepless and cold as I lay in my bed I thought I might as well face it, I’m lonesome and dead I had a dream where I saw the whole past Every dead relative, united at last And as each one walked up to me, they shook my hand and said: “It’s really nice to see you son, but you’re lonesome and dead.” I came home, she was packing everything she owns If her love was a bank, she was calling in her loans – And as she kissed me goodbye she licked my ear and said: “You know I love you honey but you’re lonesome and dead.” I guess it’s just life, no one knows that you’re there You’re small and invisible, transparent as air – When I walk down the street, no one even turns their head, Sometimes I wonder if I’m lonesome and dead It may be my time, the light’s starting to dim – I’m in deep water, and I can’t swim – And as things turn to black, I remember the last thing she said: “You know I love you honey, but you’re lonesome and dead

yes, I would describe Chuck's work as vinylistically impeccableous.

well, there has been floated an idea for a new music festival -

Next I'm going after Sangrey - goal is 50,000 posts -

I don' take advice from no hermaphrodite- - or was it a druid?

it kinda fizzled out due to lack of interest - I cried myself to sleep -

I AM THE KING

almost forgot this one -

my name was the last post on every topic on the ""view new posts" page - can you top that?

nice record

good recording -

I like Booker -

where's the dirty stuff?

don;t have one -

I've got a 14 year old - still making payments on her chastity belt -