Big Al

No.

Check the "Jazz Radio" forum for threads that David starts which advertise each week's show. And welcome to the Organissimo board.

The Parlan box is the main reason why I later purchased the Turrentine Mosaic. Enjoy Al. It's a great set! Oh yes, that one's definitely next! This and the Parlan box were what I asked for. Started listening to the piano trio sides yesterday. Oh WOW whatta groove!!! Have I mentioned I love my wife and that she's the most wonderful woman in the world? Yes, I'd be saying this even if she got me a tie for Fathers Day.

I GOT THE PARLAN BOX! I GOT THE PARLAN BOX! I GOT THE PARLAN BOX! I GOT THE PARLAN BOX! I GOT THE PARLAN BOX! I GOT THE PARLAN BOX!!!!!!!!!! :excited::excited:

Then there's this stupid-ass song, which would've gone nowhere had it not appeared in that iPod (or whatever) commercial. Thanks, Steve Jobs! "1234" One, two, three, four Tell me that you love me more Sleepless long nights That is what my youth was for Old teenage hopes are alive at your door Left you with nothing but they want some more (Good Lord, is this Janis Ian's daughter writing this shit???) Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, You know who you are Sweetheart bitterheart now I can't tell you apart Cosy and cold, put the horse before the cart (Where the hell did that last bit come from? Run out of ideas? Couldn't find something ELSE to rhyme with "apart"?) Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes Too scared to own up to one little lie Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten Money can't buy you back the love that you had then One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten Money can't buy you back the love that you had then (How lazy is that? Poor seven and eight! Excluded because they didn't fit the meter! Hey lady, are you gonna write a song about seven and eight and their feelings of exclusion? They're probably hearing this song thinking, "Hypocrite! You sing about exclusion and you leave us out! Bitch!!!) Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are Oh, you're changing your heart Oh, you know who you are Oh, who you are For the teenage boys They're breaking your heart For the teenage boys They're breaking your heart ("When payments due exceed accounts received at seventeen" Everybody sing along now!)

Proving once again that no one else ever went broke underestimating the stupidity of the masses, it can only explain how the following vapid Hallmark reject became a hit song: "Unwritten" I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Hey!!! Creed oughta sue!!! -Al Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Oh, oh, oh I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten Oh, yeah, yeah

Geeeeezus, that's a lotta bread to shell out for such a mediocre record!

Would your mother like another son? I'm very low maintenance, she'd love her daughter-in-law, and we come with two beautiful grandkids as well!

Dude, I alreaday have that one... I pre-ordered it on your recommendation, remember???

I'd sent the Mosaic e-mail to my wife as a subtle hint of what I wanted for Father's Day: either the Turrentine box or the Parlan box, preferably both to save on shipping. Today, I went home for lunch and on my doorstep is a DHL box from Mosaic!!! Now, my wife does not know I went home for lunch, and I'm not gonna tell her. Why ruin it for her, y'know? So I'm like a little kid at Christmas now. I cannot WAIT for Sunday to get here!!! Heck yeah I'm married to the most fantastic woman on the planet!

When I die, I want jazzypaul's version of "Amazing Grace" played at my funeral. I've listened to Mainstreamism three times in a row, and really have no desire to stop. It's been a LOOOOONG time since that happened (R.E.M.'s Accelerate notwithstanding). "Caravan" sounds fresh and new again; "La Vie en Rose" takes the exoticism of "Caravan" and drones it up a notch; "Losing My Religion," as done in 3/4 time, becomes an all new song, one that actually sounds more longing than the R.E.M. original. I wonder what Buck-Mills-Stipe would think of this version. "Lucky Southern" sounds like something Pat Martino wishes he'd written. And then, of course, there is the sublime "Amazing Grace." Would that all spiritual music was as moving and inspiring as this. Great, GREAT album, Paul. What I wouldn't give to see you guys live. Looking forward to album #2 soon, I hope (and this time, I'll ask for extra-speedy-super-dooper-priority-PRIORITY mail! )!

Not that I would know..... the thought just occured to me, that's all.....

A metal enema is better than "Seasons in the Sun"

As much as I love Michael Nesmith, this song has always struck me as misogynist, sexist, and just downright nauseating: Nine Times Blue There's a certain something in the way You looked at me and said you'd stay That let me know that I was out of line But I didn't know what else to do And like a fool I tested you By demanding things of you which weren't mine And now I feel like such a fool For making you crawl back to me But you did it with such love That you're standing far above Me and all I did to you I'm sorry now, what can I do? "I'm sorry???" That's it??? "Sorry?" I know that never in the world Could I have found me such a girl Who's there to pick me up before I fall So if in the end we should go Both our separate ways I know the lesson I've learned here is worth it all What lesson??? That you're a jerk? Yeesh!!!

I'll bet that song took maybe five minutes to write, produce, record, mix, press, and release. Maybe. And yet, I can't help it: I love that song! The cheesy synths make it sound like it's snowing outside. The choir sings their song. It's June, and I can't wait for the holiday season to start so I can hear that song a zillion times in December. I can't help it. I'm a sick man.

Holy shit, I was about to post the exact same thing when I read this. That's pretty scary! Neil Diamond is too easy a target. I mean, his lyrics are so bad they're hilarious. It's like saying "MacArthur Park" is a horrible song. Well, yeah, of course it is! Which makes it that much more hilarious! "The Pina Colada Song?" Hell, even Rupert Holmes admits they're cheesy lyrics. (Saw an interview with him on VH1 the other night; he seems like he doesn't take himself nearly as seriously as a bunch of the "songwriters" already listed here).

Let me be absolutely clear: NO FUCKING WAY!!! Its not going to happen, Texas gave away their best pitching prospect to get Hamilton from the Reds last year. They even had scouts go to Hamilton's AA meetings and speeches he gave to people in recovery just to make sure it was the right decision. He is the best thing to happen to Texas in a decade or more. The guy is the real life "Natural" and a great story. A GM's dream on the field and off. Unlike in the natty the players on Texas don't care about the extra attention he gets and look out for him. True dat, and so far so good. I hope it lasts, I really do.

That depends: is Scott Boras his agent? If so, then Hicks will pay him gazillions of dollars.

Let me be absolutely clear: NO FUCKING WAY!!! But then, I wouldn't put it past the Rangers to trade a guy like Hamilton for future prospects that will also likely be traded away for some washed-up veteran pitcher on his last season. Not saying there's a pattern here or anything..... Yeah, well have you seen how bad our staff has been the last few weeks? Two games in a row, the Rangers have spotted a five-run lead to the Royals. THE ROYALS, fercryinoutloud!!! Couple that with more atrocious defense (Geez, when was the last time the Rangers played a game WITHOUT an error?), and the bats are the Rangers only saving grace right now. Hell, I'll be glad to take some of that pitching off your hands for one of our batters. As long as it's not Hamilton.

Have you heard it? If AMG is to be believed, this sounds like it's right up there (or down there) with Elegant Soul. I hope it's better than that! I have an LP burn of that, I enjoy it...like all of Reuben's Blue Note dates...take that as either a recommendation or a condemnation depending on what you think of my taste. If it's like BLUE MODE, bring it on baby!!!!! If it's like LOVE BUG, that'll be cool! If it's funky, good enough for me. If it's a radical departure, thanks but no.......

Have you heard it? If AMG is to be believed, this sounds like it's right up there (or down there) with Elegant Soul. I hope it's better than that!

In a few weeks! Sorry, Paul; couldn't resist!

Blue Note's website shows them: BN's Three Sounds page Wow. If AMG's opinion is to be believed, neither one of these are top-shelf albums. Not even middle-shelf. I'd rather credit anything Dan says about these than AMG. So, what of them, Dan? MG Soul Symphony ranks above Elegant Soul, by a significant margin, IMO. The latter suffers for song choices, like "Harper Valley P.T.A." among others, while the title track of the former stretches across one side of the LP and actually holds interest. Monk Higgins originally wrote the tune as his Master's Thesis (or something like that) and then made changes to make it a vehicle for Gene Harris' soulful piano. Its supposed to reflect "the Negro experience in America" and its definitely worth hearing if you are a fan of Harris. The rest of the album has several shorter, radio-ready throwaway ditties like "Popsicle Pimp". I will definitely be interested to hear people's impressions of Soul Symphony, as I've come close in the past to using the title track on a BFT - but how can you use up 24 minutes of space on one tune? Good enough for me. I'm definitely interested in Soul Symphony now!

You have the wrong writer it was originally done be the La's, for what it is worth the tune is about heroine. Gotta say i enjoy the tune, the original version not the cover ! Well, I knew there was a similar version by Velvet Underground, didn't know about the La's version. Listening to it now, (thank you, Rhapsody) and in THAT context it makes more sense. It also helps that a GUY is singing this song. Having a female who sounds like she's inhaled a hot-air-balloon's worth of helium sucks all the meaning out of the song. The Sixpence version just sounds like a mindless singalong.

Now if I could just find six CDs in the catalog worth having......