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So, what did he play?

Is that K.D. Lang? It's Patti Smith, in her dreams...

I Never understood why. The rhythms on that are too static for my taste. I'm an Illusions and Blythe Spirit man myself. Same here. When it comes to Blythe, I'll always keep my Illusions. Half of the tracks on Illusions are performed by the In the Tradition band, the other half by the alto-guitar-cello-tuba-drums quintet.

Not really ugly. Just kind of plain...

I agree with that. I don't think Change was a bad session, but it is not one of my favorite Hill dates. To my ears, the band just didn't gel on that one. Compulsion is a masterpiece in my book. You can be sure I'll keep listening to both.

I'm not in any way a violent man, but I'd like to smack that sillyass motherfucker upside his head more than just a few times. Luttuce face it, he's asking for it!

Good point. I wish that had happened, too. For what it's worth, I invoked your name above because I recalled a previous thread where you made that very assertion.

Incredible stuff, Larry. Thanks so much! Don't think I've ever seen film of Tristano before. I'll definitely be returning to those.

Forgot about that. Perhaps a subconscious influence.

Lettuce face the music and dance. MG Lettuce face is clearly the offspring of "Oil & Vinegar."

Just got both Compulsion!!!!! and Change. On first listen I'm liking Change a whole lot more. Just seems to be a more realized set of tunes. And the band kicks ass!

Didn't you like one of the movies, though? You're right. The third one (only one I've seen), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban(2004), was directed by the Mexican auteur Alfonso Cuaron, whose other films include Y tu Mamá También(2001), and Children of Men (2006). One of the best CGI-employing films I've seen, infused with both real and metaphorical darkness. I also got a kick out of seeing members of what I think of as the Mike Leigh stock company playing parts in a film for kids: Gary Oldman, David Thewlis, and Timothy Spall, all perfectly cast. In fact, I laughed out loud at the first reveal of Timothy Spall, as he was so appropriate in appearance to the role he played.

In a word: Yikes! Lose the glasses and that would be a great cover for an album by the Rondo Hatton Memorial Orchestra.

There can really be no excuse for this abomination. Ugly, incongruous... and back to front! This is a pet peeve of mine. I mean, WTF, it isn't as if the album in question was obscure!! You could make a good case for this being the most famous jazz album of all time, and they can't be bothered to dig up the original cover? The corporate love for jazz boggles the mind. They couldn't even bother to dig up the original master tape for that one, as I recall. Fucking shameless.

And they say he spent time in a mental institution. Powell or the artist?

WTF??? Who the Hell is that, Paul Whiteman? Not Whiteman. It's Johnny Richards! Did they mix up their Johnnys? What's with the bathrobe, I wonder. the remarkable photograph draws the attention first... but: (Question to the native English speakers) Does the album title make any sense? I'm dumbfounded It seems like this album cover went wrong from the get-go. I think I get this one. That guy onna cover. He big jazz fan. Like listen to Johnny Griffin all through night!

Eudora Welty's first short story collection, A Curtain of Green. One of the stories, "Powerhouse" is based on her recollection of seeing Fats Waller perform in person.

Gun Crazy and Pick Up on South Street are two of my favorite noirs. Pick Up has great performances from Richard Widmark and Thelma Ritter, plus it features one of my favorite settings in any film: the riverside shack where Widmark's character lives, which is reminiscent of a similar setting in Chaplin's Modern Times. I love that bit where Widmark uses a rope to haul up a wooden box that he suspends in the river to keep his beer cold. Reminds me, in a way, of the safe apartment sequence in Touchez Pas au Grisbi, just for the specificity of its criminal-at-home domesticic detail. I've never seen The Crimson Kimono, but Fuller's House of Bamboo is some kind of crazy, comic book schlock masterpiece, with a great performance by one of my favorite actors, Robert Ryan. In my opinion, and not mine alone, Ryan is a noir axiom every bit the equal of Mitchum himself.

In fact, it's popped into my mind, unbidden, on several occasions.

Must not be very memorable, because I used to own it and can't recall a damn thing about it either, apart from the cover.

Well, as you know, Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl... but she doesn't have a lot to say... At least according to Sir Paul...

...not forgetting to add the semi-obligatory (Harvey) Kurtzmanic "...or some such."

...you know, "omen-wise.'

Just received my copy of "Plectrist" via UPS today. Very nice recording. Hopefully the first and last purchase I'll ever make from Walmart. Still can't believe I got the very last one. Not sure if that's good or bad.

I checked around the internet the other night to try to find a copy of "Plectrist." I couldn't find anything under $40. Then I recalled this post from back in April and surfed on over to Walmart.com. Lo and behold, there it was for $14.88. I pulled the trigger, then thought I'd try to order an extra one, but they wouldn't let me. I received a shipment confirmation this morning. I surfed back to the site and they're now listing the disc as "Out of Stock." So it looks as though I got the last one! God, that fucking figures. Hey, I got the last copy of "Plectrist" from Walmart. You have a great wife and two kids (Not to mention a great book/LP/CD/DVD collection). Would you trade?