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What was Wynton's estimate?

At Storyville it's business as usual--at least as close to usual as it could be without Karl Knudsen. Fortunately, Mona Tanager, Karl's right-hand woman of many years, is running things. She knows the company inside out and I feel comforted by the fact that she is hanging in there (she had talked of retiring a few years back). Eventually, of course, the company will be sold. I fear the worst when that happens and Karl's spirit evaporates. As some of you know, my association with Storyville goes back over fifty years, to the time I used my early B&O tape recorder to make the label's first recordings (Ken Colyer's band). For that reason, and because of the close friendship I maintained with Karl through all those years, I almost feel as if I were losing a part of my life--but not yet. Let's hope Storyville is taken over by someone who cares, not a corporation.

The data is obviously placed by software, because it is riddled with errors, some quite hilarious. I looked up my name and found out that I had worked with Charlie Green! I was five when he died. That's only one blatant error, there are man, many more, throughout AMG. Before they add sound and other embellishments, I think they ought to check out what they have and make corrections.

Since I work at the computer for about 15 hours a day and my browser stays on, I just check in whenever the phone rings or I need a break. Easily 30 times a day, and each time it's JC and AAJ as well.

Sounds like it was well worth missing.

Thanks, Adam, that's the one. I'd love to see it again. BTW I checked last Saturday's TBS schedule and didn't find anything like that. Here's something on it from the NY Times site Portrait of Jason 1967 - Biography/Gender Issues/Race & Ethnicity/Sociology Type: Documentary Distributor: Film-Maker's Distribution Center Directed by Shirley Clarke. (NR, 105 minutes). Portrait of Jason is a disturbing but fascinating 90-minute exercise in the Avant Garde (earlier prints ran 105 minutes). Experimental filmmaker Shirley Clarke, produced, edited, directed and provided voiceover for this landmark film. Essentially, the picture consists of an interview with "Jason," a young black homosexual and male prostitute. Despite her kaleidoscope style, Clarke takes great pains not to editorialize: Jason is Jason, like it or not. While mainstream critics expressed nausea and disgust over Portrait of Jason, Swedish director Ingmar Bergman declared it to be "the most fascinating film I've ever seen." ~ Hal Erickson, All Movie Guide

Several years ago, there was a Shirley Clark film like that. I don't recall the guy's name (the film was named after him--"Joey"?), but she filmed him as he rambled on and reminisced, getting drunk in the process. At one point he said something rather shocking about Miles Davis, quickly adding, "but I'll never tell." His moods were a roller coaster ride, it was a remarkable film.

Absolutely Beggar's Banquet!

I write checks....and things, and test my main Mac's graphic ability. I amalso currently spending a few hours each day deciphering and translating into English Royal Danish slave tax ledgers for St. Croix - 1772-1780s. I enter the info into a database for eventual on-line availablility.

... and here's Don Pullen at the same concert. Hard to believe that they are both gone.

Here's a grainy photo I took of George in Perugia, at the 1984 Umbria Jazz Festival.

If the French are a race, as your thread title calls them does that not make you a racist?

in NYC, and elsewhere throughout the world, this is also a great weekend for anti-Bush/War protest! What more can you ask for? Tolliver, Graves, et al and a free speech exercise!

Yes, and he did an excellent job as such, IMO. Last week they ended the program with an in memoriam acknowledgement.

Marty is also very witty--check out some of his liner notes. A few years back, there was a meeting of moldy fig record collectors, somewhere on Long Island. Collectors are an odd breed and one of them approached Marty Grosz, all excited. "Guess what," he told Marty, "I recently saw you in a film-it was great to see you!" Speaking with considerably less excitement in his voice, Marty replied, "But I'm here, in person--isn't that better?"

There was a period when recording jazz soloists with string backgrounds enjoyed popularity. Some--the purists, I suppose--thought it was a sacrilege, but all you have to do is listen to Bird's "April in Paris." A great recording by any standard. Many musicianswanted to record with strings--it came to symbolize success, in a way. Of course it also broadened the market, but I don't think that was the main consideration.

Sol was a little bit of a joke a few decades ago, when I first encountered him. Not a bad player (nor an exciting one), he was the poor man's Benny Goodman. I am amazed to hear that he is still around, and performing!

I generally turn my computer on around 7 AM and off at around 1 AM. Occasionally, I work until 3 AM, and I have been known to take an hour's nap in the afternoon. I, too, am amazed to see someone like Lon, who is on Texas time (they do have their own time, don't they B) ) post during my mornings.

September 29, 1944 - NYC The Lion's Band: Max Kaminsky (tp); Frank Orchard (tb); Rod Cless (cl);Smith (p); Jack Lesberg (bass); Mac McGrath (dr). Let's Mop It Black and White Muskrat Ramble Black and White Bugle Call Rag Black and White How Could You Put Me Down? Black and White December 1, 1949 - Paris Willie "The Lion" Smith: Smith (p); Wallace Bishop (dr). Echoes of Spring Royal Jazz Here Comes the Band Royal Jazz Relaxing Royal Jazz Contrary Motion Royal Jazz Zig-Zag Royal Jazz 12th Street Rag Royal Jazz Late Hours Royal Jazz Portrait of the Duke Royal Jazz December 24, 1949 - Paris Willie "The Lion" Smith: Smith (p); Wallace Bishop (dr) Dardanella Royal Jazz La Madelon Royal Jazz Cuttin' Out (no drums) Vogue Charleston Royal Jazz Carolina Shout Royal Jazz I'm Gonna Ride Vogue December 24, 1949 - Paris Willie "The Lion" Smith Quartet: Buck Clayton (tp); Claude Luter (cl); Smith (p); Wallace Bishop (dr) Darktown Strutters Ball Royal Jazz Ain't Misbehavin' Royal Jazz Stormy Weather (no cl - issued under Clayton's name) Vogue Get Together Blues Royal Jazz Nagasaki (no cl) Royal Jazz January 29, 1950 - Paris Willie "The Lion" Smith: piano solos Can You Hear Me? Vogue Trains and Planes Voguez Conversation on Park Avenue Vogue Pretty Baby Vogue Sweet Sue I Vogue Sweet Sue II Vogue The following may be a medley, it is apparently from the same date and was released on Dial LP 305. I believe this is the only Dial release of his performances--probably the session you refer to: "Reminiscing the Piano Greats" Dpn't You Hit That Lady Dressed in Green; Maple Leaf Rag; Don't You Dare to Strike Me Again; Shine; Darktown Strutters Ball; Pork and Beans; Chevy Chase; Oh, You Devil Rag; When I Walk with Billy; Buddy Bolden's Blues; Passionette. I hope this helps.

Greg, if you are going to talk about big flip-floppers, there is none bigger than your Bush. I think it's laughable for anyone in the Bush camp to make accusations of flip-flopping. Anyone catch Rice on Meet the Press today? It was interesting to see her squirm as she tried to evade Russert's questions, and she is lying as much as ever these days, sound a lot like Professor Irwin Corey when she double-talks. These are the people you seem to embrace, Greg. I have always found Howard Stern to be a disgusting person, but top say that he was "brain-washed" by Franken's book is lame. Are you brainwashed by the scripts Bush reads?

Thanks for that nightmare, Alexander. I think this sort of mania--and there must be a word for it, other than "pack rat"--is more prevalent than most of us realize. Also, it is not limited to the elderly (although age does often seem to bring it on or make it get out of hand). My mother was the victim of Reader's Digest, Publisher's Clearinghouse, Time-Life, a multitude of phony charities, and, of course, late night TV offerings. She kept her apartment clean but cluttered with all this crap, including boxes of "free gifts," i.e. the useless plastic crap (usually made in China) that these companies use as lures. When she was hospitalized, I and a friend flew to Seattle and fillled the dumpster several times witth all of this. I must add that she sanctioned it, realizing the abnormality of having 3 Bissell rug cleaners, a collection of vacuum cleaners, numerous shredders, etc., most still in their original, sealed boxes. My upstairs neighbor, who is in his 40s and maintains a professional job in the broadcasting field has this compulsion. It has reached such excess that he can't get into his apartment, so he has been known to sleep in the hallway. There was a leak in his apartment a few months ago and it took the super and one other man 3 hours to reach the kitchen, which is about 24 feet from the front door. As they worked on the leak (which reached my apartment), I took a look from his front door and what I saw was absolutely amazing. Except for the new, narrow passageway to the kitchen, one cannot see the floor, it is covered with hundreds of books, unopened DVDs and tapes and packages. Visible only from the waist up, an eight-foot replica of the Statue of Liberty stands in the entrance to the living room. Beyond it, poking through the mountains of books, are two replicas of the Empire State Building, one of them about seven feet tall. The coop committee took a look and told him that he would have to put that stuff in storage, but, instead of doing that, he just keeps ordering more stuff--last week, according to the doorman, he received 16 rather large packages! This is obviously a fire hazard, but I also have to wonder how much that floor can take before my apartment becomes a library annex! The situation right now is that the co-op board is taking him to court, but they tell me that he might just win. In the meantime, an inspector is scheduled to check out the apartment. I hope he is winged or that he has mastered levitation!

You have never seen a thread like this!

Must you yell at me, Bev?

...but I'd recognize that hair anywhere!

Another way to do it is to call yourself "berigan."