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Trust me, I'm not thinking too hard about it; just came across the image and don't get the hoopla! I just clicked on your image. She cleans up a lot better than that. She looks like she was "three sheets to the wind" in that photo.

She was actually pretty good as a young teen playing the double role of the identical twins in the remake of "The Parent Trap". That was about ten years ago. If you want to have a positive experience with her acting talents, you might want to check out that DVD. Since she has left puberty behind, I don't think that anyone is greatly impressed with her acting skills. She is good looking and gives the tabloids a steady stream of semi-shocking news about her hard partying. She makes frank remarks about her active libido, which the press seems to love to quote. In other words, she is like any number of young women of pleasant appearance and dubious talent in the entertainment industry today, who have a PR machine working overtime for them.

I think that you are thinking too hard about it. Stop with "anyone see anything" and that's all you need to know about her.

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Moving on, I wonder if Sun Ra was known to be authoritarian and controlling with his musicians, so that he would not have allowed Gilmore to record with others just for the sake of being in control. I wrote a review for a Sun Ra concert for my college paper, and tried to talk to Arkestra members or Sun Ra himself before and after the concert. I was not allowed to do so. A non-musician spokesman was designated to take my questions and call me back with the answers. I recall that as I was milling around the near-backstage area, as close as I was allowed to get to backstage, before the concert, two Arkestra members were fearfully gulping down some booze. They were looking around in obvious discomfort as they did so. I asked them what was going on and they said that the booze helped them relax, to be able to perform, but that they were scared that Sun Ra would see them. These were two gray haired guys, and they were visibly anxious about it. It reminded me of the descriptions of Vince Lombardi in Jerry Kramer's "Instant Replay", where offensive linemen would hide ice cream cones behind their backs if they thought that Vince was near. Does anyone have any information about this topic?

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No Chit? I almost bought a dvd yesterday, then I thought better of it. Which DVD--we need to know the details of these Near Purchase Experiences!

but he bought three LPs and ALMOST bought another one. There is no thread for music you almost bought. There should be such a thread. I almost bought the new Winard Harper CD from the bandstand at his concert Saturday night, but then I didn't. It cost $20 and I had a momentary surge of fiscal responsibility.

It is quite possible that Martha did not pick any of these titles, hired a consulting firm to do so, and fulfilled her entire direct role in the project when she posed for the cover photo.

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The black can of Raid feels like a nuclear option as you are holding it and neutralizing your target.

I had an album from about the same time, with cover artwork that was somewhat similar, entitled "Pot Spoon Pipe and Jug"--a compilation of early songs about drug use. Was that one part of the same series, Chris?

Yes, this Raid stuff, in the black can, works great. It shoots out a big stream of poison for a really long distance, so you can stand far away from the nest, like halfway inside your front door, and hit the nest with a big wallop of poison. Then you can duck inside fast if a bunch of angry wasps come out. The next day I knock down the nest with a long stick and smash it all up into powder on the ground. I haven't been stung yet. Once a woodpecker came right up to one of the nests and snatched it away in its beak and flew away with the entire nest. But that was too good to be true more than once. We have a lot of woodpeckers around but it never happened again.

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I don't know if we are referring to the same song. I am thinking of an instrumental. The notes to my Wills compilation state that it refers to a Big Beaver Refinery in Texas, an oil refinery. That could be made up though, I suppose.

I was a jazzhole for several years. I once told someone who was listening to Lou Reed's "Coney Island Baby" that they were a disgusting person for listening to it, instead of jazz. I scorned virtually all rock. Somewhere along the line I changed and now listen to almost everything. I don't care for certain artists or albums, as a matter of personal taste, but I do not put anything down because it is of a certain genre of music. I listen to more jazz than anything else, but also listen to classical, country, folk, blues, old rock, new rock (mostly with my children, I must admit), soul, reggae, and other musical genres. Like someone else just said--"it's all good". Well, at least all of it can be good. I wonder if the initial effort required to become a true jazz lover in our society, which often involves a conversion aspect and a period of very intense listening and reading about jazz without much peer support, can tend to create a person who is, at least for a time, a zealot. I wonder if the same thing is known to happen in religious conversion situations.

I found this thread interesting and read it. I hope that you don't mind if a non-musician offers a few ideas. fasstrack. you may be playing for the toughest audience in the world outdoors. Maybe they are just jaded. If you came to another city, you might find a different result. Try Kansas City for a weekend, for example. You would really clean up playing on the streets of the Plaza district, where the trendy, upscale shops and bars and restaurants are. We are stuck with a sax player who sits at a crowded spot and plays the head of "Love Me Tender" all night because that is all that she knows how to play--literally, over and over. And people throw money into her case. Also, there is one other street musician, a guy who sings the Top 40 of 1970-74 in a barely adequate voice as he strums a guitar--he is so irritating that I could scream every time I hear him. He sits there at the best corner, night after night, year after year, raking in the dough. I saw Winard Harper's sextet with guest Bobby Watson at the Blue Room in Kansas City on Saturday night. The place was packed, the audience was attentive, they literally screamed with approval after several numbers. The audience consisted of young, old, black, white, all kinds of people, totally engaged in the music--it can happen now as well as it could any other time.

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Winard Harper Sextet with Bobby Watson joining them for the second set, on Saturday night at the Blue Room in Kansas City--it was one of the most exciting performances I have witnessed in some time. The first set, without Watson, was fine. The second set, with Watson, was inspired. (I have seen Watson do that to Wynton Marsalis' working combo too, about two years ago). Winard has some promising younger soloists with him--trumpeter Josh Evans, pianist Sean Higgins, tenor saxophonist Lawrence Clark.

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If it wasn't for Louis, it is doubtful that we would be here together on this board in 2006.