kenny weir

Hooker? Fuzz? Junk? Rumble? Oh, Yes Please!

Bring it one youse cultural midgets. Scott is fucking brilliant - it's those who haven't heard him or have an in-built resistance to listening to anything Australian - or even considering jazz greatness dwells there - who are missing out.

Lame!

The hottest, most original and explosive trumpeter in the world right now is Scott Tinkler. Pardon the hyperbolly, but I believe it to be true. IMNSHO. Other Australians well worth checking out: Peter Knight, Phil Slater, Eugene Ball, Paul Williamson.

Seriously, the versions I've heard are pretty humiliating, IMNSO, compared to Slim Harpo or Etta James - an outlook with which I'm sure Pigpen would agree.

I suck.

Damnit youse guys - I thought some of us had made an admirable effort to derail a thread about jazz records to one about sports terminology. But no. You have to wrestle it back to the original topic. Boring!

I wondered about the use of footy, as well. I've nevber heard that term used outside of Australia. Has anyone? Be it grid iron, rugby league, rugby union, Australian rules, soccer (the "real" football ... ), Gaelic football.

Yeah, I reckon he looks guilty as hell, too.

My own Mosaic habits bemuse me in this regard. When I first started hanging out at BNBB, any suggestion that I would veer AWAY from the Blue Note stuff as I slowly caught the Mosaic habit I would have found riotously funny. As it turns out - with 12 on the shevles (Hey that sounds pretty cool, heh? ) and another on the way - the DByrd/PAdams (bought at Running Low) is the only BN Mosaic I've bought. And I like ity, but it's not a favourite. Meantime, I fallen hard for Mosaic and the pleasure ir provides exploring some older and (often to me) less familiar areas ... Chico Hamilton Johnny Hodges Woody Herman (Columbia) Kenton (Holman/Coopper/Rosolino) Kenton (Russo/Holman) - bought for $40 at last year's Wangaratta Jazz Festival! Mulligan CB Tav Farlow cheapie ex Amazon HRS Bix/Tram/Tea Jazz Crusaders Yesterday I ordered the Condon mob set, based entirely on the giddy pleasure the Bud Freeman Single has provided for the past week. More weirdness: I've become a Dixieland nut. I look at the likes of the Mobley, Turrentine and Parlan sets, think about it, then say, "Nah".

What bullshit. Writing and playing are two different thing, although it may be possible to do both, of course. I can think of a long list of non-playing writers who have enriched my life. The list of good player-writers is short. You display the same sort of attitude that regularly gets tossed up in Australia. Bitching but all to eager to gets some ink or airplay from those you despise. If you feel those folks aren't up to writing about your music, don't provide it to them. And speaking of airplay and/or ink, wanna get some in Melbourne? PM me.

Seems to be a merging of the terms critic and reviewer here. Are they same? Interchangeable? Mutually exclusive? Whatever. As someone who considers himself a reviewer but who is regularly tagged a critic, I would change this to read ...

Tonight, the real significance of recent leaps and bounds by Australian soccer really kicks in. With the World Cup over, the Socceroos take on Kuwait in Sydney in an Asian Cup qualifier. Sold-out crowd of 40,000+, while I'll be beer drinking in a CBD bar frequented by the green and gold army (I think - I also got a lot of goodies in the mail today). Get this: There is not a single player in the Australian team who played in Germany. Thankfully, there has not been weeping and moaning over this. Somer former Socceroos have been recalled for experience and there is a wealth of youngsters getting their first chances to press for Olympic and potential South Africa trips. And against what will prolly be a tough but supremely beatable amateur side, that should be enough. Besides, Lebanon has withdrawn making it a three-team group, two going through to the Asian Cup finals. It's a huge thing for me/us - normally, even after finally making the World Cup finals, we'd have to wait about three years to see the Socceroos working hard. And now here they are, mere weeks after Germany and with plenty more to come.

Yep, that's the one. Hey, I think you and I have discussed this before. Arghhhh. Our minds are rotting. Condemned to reliving long lost days of hippy bands. Over and over again. And again. And again.

Oh yes, but mostly Sardonicus and after - especially Spirit of 76 (the only one I actually still own). Best version EVER of Like A Rolling Stone. What the hell's wrong with you? I also liked Son Of Spirit. I actually saw them at the Rainbow in about 1978. The show became a live album. It was pretty disappointing - basically a heavy metal show! And of course Mark Andes went on to Firefall, along with Rick Roberts (whose stuff with the Burritos I liked) and Michael Clarke of the Byrds. Less than the sum of its parts, really.

Yup.

Geez. Price and desirability of the music aside, this all is just plain crap. I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole, even if they did accept OS customers. What a frigging bad look.

Maybe I should just go ahead and get that Jazz Crusaders set. Yep - that's one of several I picked up soon after. Ideal. A natural. On the solid advice of my financial advisor, who said: "Go out and spoil yourself a little." I did. Also: It may seem like a silly thing to say for where you're at now, but ... there's a lot to be said for enjoying new-found space and freedom (movies, TV, sports, jazz, food, music of all sorts, sleeping in, housework, whatever ...). Just being able to make decisions in the now, on the merest whim, I got a real kick out of, and still do ...

How I dealt with my "divorce" (we weren't offishilly married, but y'know ....): Which reminds of a tune what a music pal of mine wrote many years ago: "Victoria Bitter, she made me that way ..." Ha ha. Also: Divorse Smoother Only joking ... mostly. FFA, hang in there - it does get better/easier. I may have missed it somewhere, but ... any kids involved?

Yesch! Creepy ...

I saw Cafiso a couple of times in different settings last year. Call me in about, oh, a decade.

I recently got handed a DVD about the making of this album and American Beauty; I think it was part of a series on classic albums that aired here a few years back. Anyway, I was surprised that it was SO absolutlely faskinating, especially as it's about albums with which I have only the most superficial acquaintance. Great interviews; spotty sounding footage (including quite a lot from the GD Movie). Best of all: Setting the scene of mid-'60s SF, a shot in the vicinity of Haight St has a bunch of dudes dressed in turn of the century garb ambling downhill. I'd be suprised if it WASN'T Mike Wilhelm and those Charlatans.

Yes. I agree. Go Cadel Evans!

Perhaps laying out the relative merits of the NY and AZ jazz scenes may be persuasive. No? OK.

When, in the '60s, my dad ran a furniture shop in NZ, he'd routinely sell a house-load of stuff to English families newly arrived. Then he'd, routinely, buy it all back off 'em when they gots homesick for England. And then about a year or so later, he'd (ahem, routinely) sell them another household of stuff when they returned, having realised the good, olde England they had been pining for was a mirage. Which is to say, moving back to AZ may not solve anything. At all.