kenny weir

Now that's bloody funny! What to you expect? It's a weird place.

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A guarantee: This absolutely will not happen because this guy is ... 1. Too lazy. 2. Too self-observing. 3. Not really interested in a conversation with people, but mostly in having his own views commented upon. Postively or negatively, doesn't really matter. Looking up threads on artists would take time, and besides by posting on earlier threads he would be merely joining a conversation rather than initiating one. Not the same buzz at all, eh?

Ordered this months ago, getting it at lunch time today: Yum! Hag: The Studio Recordings 1969-1976

Reports/reviews/comments wanted on the new(ish) Joe Robichaux. Anyone got it? What do you say? Where does it fit in, stylistically?

BTW, could be that if so many folks here are doing this that it's little wonder some newcomers are a little perplexed - that while there's a lot of jazz talk there's also as much these days about other stuff, musical and non-musical. We all just take it for granted, but it probably does seem kinda strange.

Well, heck, I'm certainly a paid up member of this club, too. It's been a very gloriouslty confusing couple of years - esepcially, no doubt, for the listeners to my radio show. Our station is split up into various categories - roots, jazz, metal, etc etc. But now, thanks to an understanding programming manager and a suitable timeslot, I'm in a place where I can play pretty much what I please. Such pigeonholes may be necessary for logistical reasons, but are really for administrative purposes. I'm sure there's been a bit of head scratching going - "Yes, but what kind of show is it, exactly?" Bah! And, of course, those pigeonhole don't reflect musical reality AT ALL. So for me the past few years have been a jumpin' jamboree of jazz (mostly older stuff), R&B, western swing, bluegrass, blues, gospel and much more. As well, I have been exploring various kinds of psychedelia with much zeal - which means that when I reach for more modern jazz stuff I have a knack for picking out Coltrane and/or Sun Ra. I can identify at least two contradictory impulses at work - one, to nail down music that gets me "closer to God"; and, two, just to have some good old plain goofy fun. Preferably at about 3 minutes' duration. Hell, maybe those two aren't contradictory at all. I even picked up the entire Pearls Before Swine catalog - they'd been a blind spot for sure and give me much pleasure. And much to my son's delight, the Monkees are prime time driving music for us. And then Allen's That Devilin' Tune came along to play a hefty role. Like Dan, I am relishing being up to my neck in vocals again - Charley Patton and Floyd Tillman, hello there. And if I'm expensively retracing some moves/steps made many years ago, the ease with which all this stuff is gettable is amazing and thrilling. I have to confess, also, that a part of this is disenchantment with some of arid and precisely brilliant contemporary jazz I had been hearing. And lots of it. Just wasn't doing it for me any more. It's all good - cliche, cliche. I'm finding my revisitation of ancient and venerable and crusty blues and country stuff has been enhanced by a decade plus of little but post-war jazz.

Dirt's a soul classic!

Not me, bud - but I do know I'd rather listen to an horse shitting than a WM rekkid.

So why are you posting about him? And why if you're such a jazz buff are just about all your posts since arriving here on this thread and this thread alone? Don't care what people think about Wynton? Ri-i-i-i-i-i-ght. R-i-i-i-i-i-ght. One reason: He attracts trolls like like horse shit attracts flies. A self-referencing cyber legend is born!

Hmmm ... vivid imagery!

I'd say posing that question is itself a pretty smartass stunt.

I think it's a matter of perspective ... From the perspective of the mainstream, Grammys and other awards, commercial radio and TV, and so on - I'd say rock AND jazz both and lots more besides are rotting corpses. But I don't take any more than passing notice of that stuff, and certainly don't base my buying and/or listening on it ... so far as I'm concerned music - on the margins, in the fringes, underground, cyber-wise, whatever you want to call it - is thriving. It's music - how could it not be, somewhere, somehow? We are very fortunate to be able to make the decision to completely opt out of all that BS. Making a comparison between rock and jazz from that perspective seems to to be quite surreal.

yEAH THAT'S IT!

Welcome here. You may just find it a bit of a relief. Here's what someone posted at that other place recently: I think these sorts of forums have as many defintions as there are people using them. Speaking only for myself, jazz is just part of what it's all about these days. Many of us have talked that particular topic to, um, death. As well, for me, jazz is just a part of the whole glorious buffet that are my current musical tastes. But I still I continue to hang out here and at JC. Why? Because that despite my digging to bits rock and country and blues and pop and, oh yeah, jazz, I continue to like talking about them with jazz fans. I check out the Steve Hoffman forums every now and then, but I prefer the goofballiness, sarcasm, cynicism, lateral thinking, aggression, humour, kindness, intelligence and so on that jazz fans bring to the table. Same goes for talk about food, politics, movies, books, and even serious stuff like family fuckups and so on. For me, this isn't a place to come and talk about jazz and jazz stuff. It's a place where jazz people come to talk ... about just anything. So make of this here place what you will - others sure do.

I doubt 'Mericans of any age or generation are in general way more dumb than, say, Kiwis or Aussies. As far as geography goes, 'Mericans are challenged by the insularity of their culture and country, where each state is seen as a virtual country. As well, it often seems 'Mericans tend to view the rest of the world as something that happens on TV. I reckon this lack of curiosity about the world allows nasty nut jobs of all sorts to bypass the nuances of the world at large and typecast, say, all residents of the Middle East as rabid bomb-hurling types who "hate us because of what we are are, not what we do" and so on. In Oz and NZ, by comparison, just about everybody gets out and travels the world. We gotta - we're stuck right up here on top of the world! Still, it was pretty bloody funny when I saw a clip of 'Mericans being utterly flummoxed when asked in a vox pop poll: "Name a country starting with the letter U."

Uh oh - flames on a Wynton thread!

The bonus disc as being what the shipping fee has paid for - I like that; a good way of looking at it. Anyways, I've ordered the RT Vol1 N2 along with From The Vault 1, which I've long wanted. Ordered yesterday, and already shipped.

Ahhhh ... still looking, but I may have found a martial arts home at last. The aikido place didn't work out at all. In the end - which came quite quickly - the place and the people didn't suit me. There was a bit of macho about the place and very little by way of explanation or detail about the path on which I was supposed to be embarking. Another factor that I didn't take seriously enough was travel time. The aikido joint was in an inner city suburb, but driving time was more than an hour each way from my home. Longer if using public transport after work. A tiring, unsustainable logistical nightmare in other words. A rather costly mistake! A few weeks back I saw a notice in a 2nd hand book shop for a wing chun school in the CBD. After a free introductory lesson I went to a few casual $18-a-pop classes. Then, feeling very comfortable with the place and the people, I went on a monthly direct debit plan. Needing to go at least 3 times a week, and preferably 4-5, paying the casual rate was killing. This week I've been to 3 classes in 4 days. It's a trip. Some of the classes - lunch times, Saturday mornings - are 1 1/2 hours, with the first 1/2 hour an intense, sweaty workout. Man, it feels weird/great to be doing some serious exercise after about 2 decades of couch potatodom. (Not that I'm about to cancel my cable sub mind you). After that there's a lot of sparring exercises with revolving partners. The concentration required during such is fabulous - this is a real meditation trip. Very cleansing. The school has a pretty wide range of ages, sizes, genders. No macho BS, very friendly. Better, it's quite a new place - only been going a couple of years, there's no grading or belts as yet, although the teacher is very experienced and part of a long lineage. The school is unafiliated in any formal sense, which I suspect is no bad thing, as I've heard that wing chun is notorious for its political feuds.

That's nutso. I thought $12 to Oz was bad, but $10 to Virginia?

Kinda an American slant there, but nothin' unexpected from the joint that has widely and loudly proclaimed the Superbowl "the most prestigous sport championship in the world" ad nauseum in the past week! I just talked about the Upset upset with my sport buddies at work and decided to check. Nice, story ... but - from Wikipedia:

Hey - great to see youse guys still flying the flag and keeping up with the good stuff. For those who don't know, I myself have moved ina different direction. My buddy Roger Mitchell has taken over coverage of Ozjazz for the Sunday Herald Sun here in Melbourne. My own journey over the past coupla years has encompassed great noodly slabs of Grateful Dead, various psychedlia artefacts, heaps of vintage jazz and country and a whole lot more. Basically American music of a certain age to over a century old. My radio show has also switched to a slightly out of the way timeslot that allows me the heady freedom of switching from Charley Patton to Bunk Johnson to a half-hour 1969 Dark Star to Bob Wills or Floyd Tillman to John D Loudermilk and Roger Miller and back to the Allmans or the Sons of Champlin. Yippeee! The psychedelic thing has me turning often to John Coltrane and Sun Ra, so who knows? Maybe before too long the musical winds will blow me back to Ozjazz!

I'm tempted to suggest that it should read "Crap is New Age Music". But that would imply that there aren't lots of other types of Crap.

This is hardly surprising - there's more than 800 songs! Or are you going a little, ahem, batty as you age?

Kenny Weir can verify this, but that looks to me like a Hawthorn Hawks jersey! Could be - the colours look right. But if it is a Hawks jumper, it must be ann old one - anything from 50 to 100 years.