johnblitweiler

The word "innovator" has become meaningless and useless. Which is OK for me, I never used the word much, there aren't a great many people who are really and truly innovators. Same goes for "deep" and "profound."

Looks like Bunk Johnson on the wall of the Down Beat hall of fame. I love a lot of his music, but isn't he more unfamous or infamous?

I'm speechless.

One wearies of all these jazz halls of fame. How about a Hall Of Value instead?

Fred Whipple Harlow Shapley Jean Harlow

Muddy Waters Bessie Smith The Rhythm Boys

Finally read, for the first time, "Nostromo" - what vivid characters. Now I'm tempted to go back and reread some Conrad novels I first read some decades ago, see how much those books have changed since then.

Teachout's defense is pathetic. One of his most annoying sentences is, "Many other people who knew both Armstrong and Glaser have told me the same thing." I don't trust that "many other people" from Teachout or anybody else I don't know. Exactly who else told him the same thing? Let's not be surprised if Louis contradicted himself in conversation once in awhile. Who among us has not been momentarily bugged now and then and said something harsh about a person he/she loves very much? Maybe I said it when I didn't know all the facts, or when I was sick, or...

me you dog named Boo

Did anyone ever write a biography or college degree thesis about Joe Glaser?

Julius Hemphill Orange Julius Sergei Prokofiev

Could it be the old one about the cantelope, the dog, and the infant?

Thanks for the article. Ted Panken is one of the very best interviewers ever.

Dang. When I was young I used to know who Boston Moody was.

Thanks, Jim. Where do you find these Down Beat articles?

Truth.

belle of the ball Dancing Queen Wayne King, The Waltz King

my poor White Soxies still can't hit or catch or throw a ball

53 years ago I dreamed that I was playing an electric organ and I was playing Jimmy Smith's solo on "See See Rider." When I awoke the bed was drenched - wet dream. Didn't a psychiatrist write about a connection between dreams and puns? I may have posted this elsewhere: One night I dreamed I had composed the most beautiful song ever. I awoke long enough to jot it down on a scrap of paper. The next day I had the urge to play a Freddie Redd Blue Note lp that I hadn't played in a long time, and heard the very song that I had composed in my sleep. Freddie had my most original thought before I had it.

I like some Abba and Fugs recordings and don't mind disco music. OTOH friends tell me I would surely like Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello, but it hasn't happened yet.

Surely the orchestra version of "Petite Suite" wasn't apprentice stuff. It counts, even if some else was orchstrator.

My interview may have been the first Down Beat published about Marcus Belgrave (Nov. 7, 1974). I may have heard him at the South Bend Armory with Ray Charles in 1960. The band opened with an hour of "Moanin," "Sister Sadie," such, with I believe Hank Crawford playing piano, before Ray & Raylettes came onstage and sang for over an hour. Quite a happy night.

Speaking of tainted saints, there's Dick Buckley. I've never forgiven him for his on-the-air attack on the Globe Unity Orchestra when they played the Chicago Jazz Festival (1985 or so).

My favorite guilty pleasure by far is plagiarism and slander is another guilty pleasure.