Son-of-a-Weizen

Okay, okay...so there are a few minor QC bumps in the road. At least no one has complained about the labels being wrinkled and off center!

Good choice.

Just finished listening to 'Warming Up'. How about a Dave Burns & Bill English Vanguard Select? 3 fine hardbop lps.....not on of 'em ever out on cd.

Kenny Werner Trio tonite at Blues Alley in D.C.

Ranking Poodle's #2 makes sense.

Here's one for you then.

It would've clashed with my "I don't wanna stay in Iraq for another 100 years" button. Hmm, I see your point. Then again, wouldn't that 'another 100 years' button clash with your other favorite pin.........the 'I never had a problem supporting the open-ended military commitment to enforcing southern & northern No-Fly Zones after 1990' one?

Thanks for that link, clave! Last week at BJ's I saw a Boston Patriot hat. Maybe the next time I go there I'll pick it up. The card attached to the hat said "NFL Classics". Of course, the Patriots were an AFL team. One problem - the hat is navy blue. The main color of the Patriots was red. This the one? I'd thought about springing for one as well....never did like the new logo. That's it SoW! $12.99 at BJ's. The adjustable strap in the back says "Patriots". I too have never liked the new uniform, including the Elvis logo. But since they won the Super Bowl with it, I don't expect that they will ever go back to what I am nostalgic for. By the way, BJ's also has a second hat that is a little lighter weight. It is basically a lighter shade of blue, with the front panel being white. Same Pat the Patriot logo. Now here's the one you (we!) want! $16 at http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=htt...l%3Den%26sa%3DN

Thanks for that link, clave! Last week at BJ's I saw a Boston Patriot hat. Maybe the next time I go there I'll pick it up. The card attached to the hat said "NFL Classics". Of course, the Patriots were an AFL team. One problem - the hat is navy blue. The main color of the Patriots was red. This the one? I'd thought about springing for one as well....never did like the new logo.

Just don't go overboard with the cake intake or next year you'll be on the cover of......

Do they still have Strombolis at Nicks? Can you still smoke in Bloomington bars? Did Barak light up? Was Ghost wearing his "I'm Not Bitter" button?

No.....and what a joke it was to read some of the online headlines last night ("Tiger Makes Big Time Push") Yeah, right.

No, yucko....I sent that cake to the folks on the campaign press bus to chow down on!!

I baked a sheet cake.

How about a Teddy Charles box? Loads of wonderful material there...a fair share oop. A licensing nightmare?

In those days, $15 bought a guy a decent quantity of hooch, eh? Don't tell me you wasted it on food!!!

A local 'down memory lane' sorta piece that ran in Monday's Wash Post. I enjoyed the tale...but never having worked for a newspaper/mag, I always (perhaps incorrectly) thought that a copy boy was basically a glorified errand runner, and as such, was wondering how an 18 yr-old in Buffalo would have been able to secure such a press pass? Also, how many of these credentials would have been issued in an average year....and did the pass basically get you inside the door of every major venue coast-to-coast? On the Record: Dad's Love for Jazz and Words Came First By Mitch Gerber Special to The Washington Post Monday, April 7, 2008; Page C08 I found a piece of my father's past, after more than 60 years, in the stacks of the Library of Congress. It happened this way. In the early 1940s, when he was an 18-year-old kid in Buffalo, working as a copy boy at the morning paper, he got a press pass from Down Beat, the national jazz weekly. Years later, when I was a kid in Buffalo, he told me stories about flashing the card to get into downtown nightclubs, where he'd stand at the bar to hear Teddy Wilson and Gene Krupa and the other gods when they came to play. He still had the pass in a dresser drawer, under a little box that held cuff links and tie clips. The pale green pasteboard with barely shriveled edges and art deco lettering had the managing editor's scribble at the bottom and was marked to expire in December 1943. By that time my father was in the Army. I wondered if he ever wrote about all that good jazz. "Not that I remember," he said. "I just went to hear the music." I didn't quite buy that. He had loved to write. After the war, he produced good stuff in a nonfiction-writing course at the University of Pittsburgh, which he attended on the GI Bill. But by that time he was married, and I was on the way, followed by my sisters. Dad spent most of his working life managing the menswear department of a chain of Buffalo department stores. He was contented, but he didn't write anymore, except sales reports and letters to his kids at college. When I went to work for the morning newspaper, I walked along the same hallways that he had, saw stories impaled on the same spike on the city editor's desk, walked out into the night through the same polished brass doors. It felt good -- Buffalo is a place of strong, deep roots. But the paper went out of business, and I landed in Washington. I had a good family, a rewarding job, and the years went by. Then I came upon that pale green card again, now squirreled away in a box of ephemera, and again I wondered if my father ever had been published in Down Beat. Fortunately, I was in the ideal place to resolve the mystery. One of the advantages of living in Washington is easy access to resources that even the Internet can't yet match. The federal government has preserved a lot of paper, and it's just a Metro ride away. At the Library of Congress, I applied for a reader identification card -- the process took less than an hour, and the ID is good for two years -- and turned a couple of corners to the Performing Arts Reading Room, on the first floor of the businesslike Madison Building. Yes, they said, the library had every issue of Down Beat. Bound volumes were no longer available for perusal, but I could order up the microfilm. I handed in the call slip -- Volumes 9 through 12, January 1942 to December 1945 -- threaded the film into a viewing machine, and advanced to 1943. The machine whirred in the darkened little room as I maneuvered through the weeks of that wartime year. Feb. 1: "Tex Beneke Joins Heidt's Band." March 1: "Niteries Face Race Problem" and " 'God Bless America' Puts American Band Leader in Jap Jail in Shanghai." May 1: "Dooley Wilson Plays Village." June 1: "How Columbia Bagged Sinatra." Below that big story was a brief item, just two paragraphs: "Blackout No Bar to Solid Buffalo Bash." I stared at the page for a few moments, drinking it in, hearing Krupa and Wilson in my head. Then I went home and phoned my father. "Dad," I said, holding the copy I'd made of the Down Beat story, "I want to read you something." BUFFALO-- A blackout halted traffic and put out lights in four western New York counties May 5, but it didn't turn out the lights of Memorial Auditorium or stem the frenzy of jive and jitterbugging that went on at the annual Musician's Union Parade of Bands. He interrupted me: "Did I write that?" More than 7,500 jammed the huge Madison Square Garden-like structure to dance to the music of 25 bands, headed by Mitchell Ayres, and applaud the rhythms of the Andrews Sisters. "I wrote that! I wrote that!" Dad hardly ever raised his voice. Continuous music was provided by local bands that alternated from stands at opposite sides of the auditorium. The music started at 7 p.m., and at 5:30 a.m., when this correspondent was leaving, reluctant but beat to his size nines, the session was still going strong. I paused before pronouncing the last line: -- Saul Gerber

...same here w/the Getz. Thanks.

Thanks Marcello. I like these sorts of 50's/60's hazy nightclub shots...and there don't seem to be all that many available for purchase. Most of what I see out there are either studio session shots, LP cover art...various reproductions of advertisements such as those in the link I've added below. For sure, they're all very nice...but just not what I'm looking for. Probably not looking in the right places. Have you seen similar shots (not necessarily of Miles) taken inside of Birdland or the Vanguard? Be nice to find a Hank Jones or Kenny Dorham club shot. http://www.enjoyart.com/jazz.htm

http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Miles-Davis-...s_i2570551_.htm

Iggy Pop boinked Nico?

Had a great weekend......saw the Buster Williams Quartet (w/Lenny White) Fri at Smoke, then Charles McPherson over at the Jazz Standard Sat nite w/Randy Brecker, Billy Drummond, David Hazeltine. I thought that McPherson started out a little off his game (even introducing Brecker as the pianist ) but he hung back a bit and then rallied toward the end. No question that Brecker dominated the stage. Last night caught the Teddy Charles Quintet at the Vanguard and the buzz in the room was tremendous. John Mosca wasn't in the room last night but apparently had been at shows earlier in the week? The sax player (Chris Byars) was very good and he had his father come in at the end to play oboe on Gryce's 'San Souci'. The bass player, Ari Roland, was unreal.....had a few solos with the bow and got so worked up a couple of times I thought he was gonna burst a blood vessel! That show for sure was pure joy.

Well since most of the members here are also over there.......and your screen name is the same at both locations.....I bet that person is here tracking your every move ...waiting for the right opportunity to pounce and deface your favorite Lexington Ave labels with a wild combination of bold zig-zagging Magenta, Cerulean & Neon Carrot crayon streaks!

They could do 'The Complete Muse Red Rodney Sessions'.........there's at least 9 or 10 lps for a big box.

Look at this seller's name. Oh my. http://cgi.ebay.com/OASIS-SUPERSONIC-JAPN-...1QQcmdZViewItem