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Charnett is drummer Charles Moffett's son. His first name is a cross between CHARles and OrNETTe.

Zounds!

For one thing, what's with all the capitalized words? Makes it seem like the whole description is one long title for the CD.

Got one! Thanks, Organissimo forums!

Anyone know where I can get a copy of this? I have an assignment to write about Hemphill and I'd really love to hear this legendary recording.

I'll be at Symphony Hall Friday. Might have to miss Saturday, though.

Good fro him!

And aren't clowns supposed to be funny, even when most of them aren't? It depends on how you are defining tragedy. I've seen lots of comic things that aren't funny, in that they didn't make me laugh out loud. But they were still incredible affecting comedy. And besides, a mime isn't a clown. Not to belabor this, but he performed in the persona of a character named "Bip the Clown."

Wasn't his stage character named "Bip the Clown"? And aren't clowns supposed to be funny, even when most of them aren't?

The Ciomplete Atlantic Recordings of Lennie Tristano, Lee Konitz & Warne Marsh Disc 3

Yes, he wasn't funny, but he was marvellous at what he did. MG Agreed.

OK, we lose Pavarotti, pretty much all voice. Then we lose the mute Marceau. Who's next?

I saw him perform back in the 1970s and I recall that he was an amazing technician. I mean, you could practically see the box he was in and feel the wind he fought against. But he was not funny. Not at all. Give me Chaplin any day. Or Dario Fo, the greatest "mime" I ever saw in person, though he did include nonsense vocalization as part of the act.

Years ago, there was a jazz DJ in Boston who used "Stolen Moments" as his theme song and played a different version every night, it seemed. Still, of all the versions I've heard, none beats the one on BATAT.

Went to the 30th Annual John Coltrane Memorial Concert in Boston last night. In addition to the Boston-area musicians, several of whom have been participating in this event since the beginning, the Ravi Coltrane Quartet also played.

Great article, Larry.

Thanks!

A moment of silence for a lifetime of silence.

Not to get too creepy here, but I do recall seeing a late 1970s variety show starring the now-older "Brady Bunch" and noticing that Cindy had, err, "ripened." Of course, I was probably about 16 years old then...

BTW, I dig the new avatar, Rostasi!

I certainly watched my share of Match Game back in the day. I'd still love to score me one of those elongated Gene Rayburn microphones!

Another icon of my sadly misspent youth is gone! (No disrespect to Brett Sommers intended.)

That's why they call him "the Little Giant." I saw him at the Regattabar in Cambridge several times during the '80s and '90s, to great reward. I'd love to hear in person again.

But my favorite line from the review is this one: "At fifteen hours, 'The War" is too much of a not good enough thing."

Direct quote from Nancy Franklin's New Yorker review: "...a nagging, peskily ever-present sound-track by Wynton Marsalis..."