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I knew Fred, he always wore a bowler hat and was somewhat eccentric, although I always had a feeling that some of that eccentricity was store bought. A nice guy who probably never mad a cent on his albums.

Time Machine works well (I have it feeding a 1TB disk) and gives me comfort. but I still use the stick routinely. Is there a Time Machine equivalent for the PC?

It won't help you in this case, but I had the same problem a few years back and now I save all my important current projects to a flash stick. It's easy, fast, and effective.

I have posted this on my blog.

Did they ever find it?

Prestige got a bad rap.

I don't see anything wrong with the title. It is descriptive. Here is a forum that I have visited for several years.

I wouldn't call the Hot Five sides "poor fidelity." The Okehs were actually quite good. Oliver's Gennett sides and just about anything on early Paramount is quite a different matter. We are fortunate that much of Louis' early work was captured as well as it was. Thanks for posting the videos, Guy.

I would have preferred that the subject be left alone rather than mishandled by Burns. His not doing this would not have meant the end of jazz documentation on TV. His spending that enormous amount of money and air time on a half-assed job does probably mean the end of such generous grants going to jazz. Burns' so-called "documentary" undoubtedly sparked an interest in jazz where none had existed, but that cannot justify the waste of a very rare opportunity to do it right. Using Wynton and Crouch as advisers was only one mistake, albeit big one.

Ken Burns is someone for whom I have profound disrespect. A note to Dan Gould: Have you had your refurbished crystal ball fixed since it misinformed you about Saddam's Weapons of Mass Destruction?

I have Benny Goodman's autograph. Or do I?

I know this isn't jazz, but we are an eclectic group, aren't we? I don't know if you are at all familiar with Bhi Bhiman, but I think y'all ought to hear him and the songs he writes. He was born in St. Louis, of Sri Lankan parents, and I believe he lives in San Francisco. The first one, "White Man's Burden" was inspired by Kipling. White Man's Burden Here are some more. Bhi Bhiman

That's not a baseball cap clifford is wearing, but he is standing on the stairs, his head aligned with the A and V in Scandinavian. And Yes, that Quincy with arms in the air, standing to the left of Gigi Gryce.

I worked a little on the photo...

Brings back memories.

I am still surprised that nobody here seems to have read or heard of my favorite childhood mystery writer, Edgar Wallace. He was so prolific that when he told a caller, "I'm working on a novel," the caller replied, "Go ahead, I'll wait," Probably not a true story, but he did churn out text, mysteries only being a part of it, as well as the original "King Kong" script. As a kid, I was intrigued by his settings, which tended to include dark docks in London's Limehouse district, complete with up-to-no-good Chinese crooks.

I never hear him mentioned, but when I reached reading for leisure age, I was absorbed by the mysteries of Edgar Wallace.

What the hell is Jim smoking? German bean sprouts?

Now I'm beginning to think that I should buy it. My only copy was stolen from me.

There was a time when vocalists didn't have gender-based hang-ups. Crosby sang "Ain't No Man Worth the Salt of My Tears," Mildred Bailey recorded "Emaline," etc.

Chris Albertson-- how did you and/or Bill Grauer get the use of Ralston Crawford's photographs? Were you aware of his work in N.O. previously or did you meet on that trip?

Count me among those who never heard that Fats Navarro was G, L, B, or T. Playing a recording by Bessie Smith and Porter Grainger will take care of two.

It's a shame that you will have to leave out so many great musicians who—were it not for long accepted intolerance—could be included in your program.

Gary Burton opened the door for several musicians to come out. I don't think George Pullen's preference was a secret,at least not towards the end, after Maurice, his lover, died. Of course, what's at the root of all this is the idiotic notion that there is only one acceptable sexual preference and that everything else is somehow shameful. Let's call it sinful, because religion—in the hands of fanatics—is the true curse.