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Schweeeeeet... guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow morning. I'm good swapping my 71 (in deference to the recently parted Mr. Carlin, that is 69 with two fingers up your a**) for this one. Now... can I actually pull off being brutal? *muhahahahahahha* Ooops... I'm an idiot... didn't realize I'd had #69... my wife is going to be so disappointed in me.

This is from a local paper, and I think it's pretty good. The author is sort of a Carlin apprentice in terms of his ranting style. http://www.seacoastonline.com/apps/pbcs.dl.../NEWS/806240419

Cesar was better with a handgun than Willie.

I'm amazed he didn't claim she'd paused only once to reload. Don't worry about the sentence; in the people's republic of Massachusetts, that sort of thing usually gets addressed on its own behind the bars (see the story of Father Paul Gauguin). Nearly as uplifting is the story of the two maggots who admitted killing a 6-year-old boy and raping his corpse before dumping it in a river. Some of the guards for MCI were calling into a local sports radio show (Dennis & Callahan) with specific reports of the treatment these two academy award winners were receiving courtesy of their fellow inmates. When the state shirks its responsibilities of punishment, those within that same system have a tendency to handle the issue admirably.

After trying to watch some of his later HBO specials I sort of feel the same way. I think he started to take himself too damn seriously and stopped being funny in order to play the role of some kind of "courageous" truth teller. Most self-conscience truth tellers are usually bores as are the people who cheer them on. And that, friends, is what we call irony. How so? Yes, I'm also interested to hear this one explained. Eeesh... here we go. It's simple, I, obviously, do not agree with the initial post and felt it was in questionable taste. The follow up post supporting that post makes the statement, "Most self-conscience truth tellers are usually bores as are the people who cheer them on." I felt (and feel) you were the pot calling the kettle black. Not trying to start a flame war, but you asked.

He's half right.

I'd be willing, but I'm pretty far down the list. Question -- does one need to give up their spot if they 'step up'? Also, I'll be out of contact traveling for next few days, but I'm ready at the drop of a hat.

Great list, Paul. I'd add one, but frankly, you've done an amazing job and I'm not sure what I could bring to the table. Great ears!

After trying to watch some of his later HBO specials I sort of feel the same way. I think he started to take himself too damn seriously and stopped being funny in order to play the role of some kind of "courageous" truth teller. Most self-conscience truth tellers are usually bores as are the people who cheer them on. And that, friends, is what we call irony.

Shepp does it very quickly at the end of the last tune on Montreaux I as a set closer, that's where I knew it from. Listening to the Jazztet's version as I type. Man, Golson is a bad man.

Desktop: My wife in leather pants and halter vest. Laptop: Rotating photos of Mini Coopers. Sometimes I use the stock Mac images, others I have sports (Coco Crisp's fight, Eric Hinske cleaning out Jorge Posada, etc.), and prior to the great HDD crash of '08, I had rotating images of saxophones.

No. It was the horn player's sound... just reminded me of Charles Neville.

Wow... screwed the pooch on that one.

Haven't read yet; just finished listening. This one reamed me. Track 01 -- LIked the intro pre-piano loads. The piano and soprano took getting used to but I really like this. Very upbeat... not so much happy as optimistic -- like Abdullah Ibrahim. Not in love with the soprano... I'd say he's a doubler who doesn't play much soprano. This has the feel of an early 80's Charles Lloyd date, but with an influx of Bobby Sanabria, though I think it's just shy of both in terms of technical facility. I'm stumped, but I like it a lot. The heavy vibrato on the soprano in the out-chorus makes me think it may be Byard Lancaster. Track 02 -- Hmmm. Not sure *how* I feel about this one. Part of it borders on goofy, but part of it keeps me wanting to hear more (the way Charles Earland does, but I don't think it's him). I recognize the alto... but can't place him. A touch of Criss, a touch of somebody else... maybe Red Holloway? Almost sounds like Jimmy Heath playing alto, in terms of phrasing. No idea on the guitarist... my ear wanted to hear Grant Green after the alto solo, but it didn't get it. Love the tenor sound. Buddy Tate? Seems a bit too methodical to be Tate... damn it! Nice job on this bft so far! I'm leaning Hank Marr on organ, but I'm probably full of shit. Guess I stick with Holloway and say he's playing both horns. Track 03 -- I'll say that's Yusef. I like the feel of this... sort of a mix of the first two tunes. Maybe Horace Parlan on piano? No idea who the guitarist is. Track 04 -- I think you're throwing us a curveball here. The pianist had a nice, Monk-ish feel in the beginning, but then the chords had a Cedar Walton touch, so I'm leaning Kenny Barron, but it almost seems to be too flashy for Kenny. Bass clari player has me stumped... very deliberate, so much so that it seems like he's playing simply, with intent. Am I nuts or is this an *old* Ellington tune? Completely stumped -- damn you!!! ** totally unrelated gratuitous plug** -- just because there is a bass clarinet in this tune. If you're ever in the Montreal area, check out Mathieu Belanger -- guy is friggin' phenomenal! Track 05 -- Hehe... that 60s guitar sound... I just can't get enough! Guy was friggin' brilliant. Track 06 -- I don' t know who this is, but he's my fucking hero. Shades of George Adams, but nastier. Hints of Albert, but more inside. Tone has that raspy quality of late 70's Rollins or Fela, but it's too rock-ish for either. Could it be Dr. Charles Neville? Sounds like Vinny Colliuta on drums, but more of a nutcase, which has me all effed up. Rock organ is rubbing because of my purist roots, but still, this is a fun date. Shot in the dark, I'll say The Neville Brothers. Track 07 -- Hate the sound of the drums, right off the bat. It's fun, but I wouldn't spend much time with it. I like it better than the Adderley brothers' take on the Zodiac. On the whole, this was a fun one -- good pick-me-up for a rainy Sunday.

Always good to hear about Shepp! Thanks! What a great piece! I'd heard about this in the past, but this is outstanding. This guy is one of my heroes and the fact that he was run out of this country/culture is a fucking travesty.

The thread does not have "jazz" in the title! Alan Dawson? I'm a fan. I like him more than I like Booker, to be honest. He was imaginative and interactive. Taught Tony Williams a lot. . . . You're right, Jazz is not in the title (unless you count where it says JAZZ DISCUSSION FORUM in the upper left). Of course, "What drummer are you a fan of?" and "Who's a great drum teacher?" are also not in the title. Dawson was a great teacher, and to my ear, a boring drummer.

Ramen!

How many would dare admit?

Gadd came to mind, but then, I don't think of him as a "Jazz" drummer, and the list of non-Jazz drummers I detest would be too long. Buddy Rich would have to be on the short list, as would Alan Dawson. AD can actually ruin Booker Ervin for me at times.

It's great, but I think Sense of Direction is desert island material. Peace, Tell Us, This Is, TMQ are all worthy of consideration, as well. Hell, they're all great -- guy was a beautiful person and it just flowed out of him (much like William Parker).

Alright, goddamnit, that's *TWICE* now, Allen! :bwallace2: how is *that* not offensive! :rsmile: :rsmile: :rsmile: (it's okay, I'm kidding... now where'd I put my can of beer?)

No offense taken, Allen. But NH is seriously, MUCH worse than Maine. Maine at least has folks like Ken Eisen, and the whole thing happening up in Blue Hill. NH is so parochial and corrupt within it's arts community, I think their idea of cultural film would be an Ozzie & Harriet marathon.

Thanks.

In a word, the sound sucks. I have medium grade equipment from an audiophile's perspective, higher end for a typical listener, though dated (family dying off has built my system). The sound of the CIMP discs is flat and ugly. I understand what they're trying to do, I'm not convinced about the execution.

In the late 70's my father wrote Walt a letter explaining what his (Walt's) music had meant to him (my father). My Dad went to a friend's house for a listening party, something he rarely ever did. While he was gone, the phone rang and I answered it: "Hi. Is Jo there?" "No, he's at his friend's house." My mother, "Is that Dad?" "No, it's Walt Dickerson." My mother figured we were being played by the folks at the party. She rolled her eyes and said, "Give me the phone. [taking the phone] Is this Bob?" "Uh, no ma'am, this is Walt Dickerson. I'm calling for Jo." "Knock it off, you guys, this isn't funny." "Uhm... ma'am? My name is Walt Dickerson, I'm a musician; Jo wrote me a letter and I just wanted to call and say thanks." He finally convinced her and she gave him the number of the friend's house. My father had offered to take Walt out to dinner if he were ever in our area and he was going to be playing in the basement of a church in Worcester, MA. Walt was calling to accept the offer and express his thanks for the letter. At the listening party -- where, in a blindfold test, my Dad identified Arne Domnérus -- the phone rang. The owner picked up the phone: "Hello?" "Hi. This is Walt Dickerson, can I speak to Jo?" "Uh... yeah, hang on. [phone covered] Jo, it's Walt Dickerson for you." "What?" "Yeah. [holding out the phone]" Made quite an impression on the attendees. They went to see Walt and took he and his wife out to dinner afterward. I've never had the conversation with him about what they talked about... perhaps I should soon. That's my long-winded way of saying, this one hurts.