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Whitaker apparently had no problem portraying Bird in a film that distorted the facts and focused on drugs rather than the music.

Yes, Kenny G should definitely play Gary Coleman. Platform shoes have made great strides since the disco era, as it were.

Who is Oscar Cohen? I must confess that I never heard of him and I don't find him mentioned in any of the many Armstrong books I have. The press release says that he was Louis' manager. What, then, was Joe Glaser? Guess I'll ask Dan Morgenstern—he knows Louis's work and life through and through. That said, fine an actor as Whitaker is, I can't see him as Louis. And that title, "What a Wonderful World"—I hope I'm proven wrong, but I fear the worst.

I hope you forgive me, 7/4

Ég vonar að þú fyrirgefur mig, 7/4.

I never (and I do mean NEVER) eat fish. Iceland did that to me. They have fresh fish that seafood lovers rave about, but having it six days a week (horse, whale or lamb on Sundays) siured me on the species, entirely. Moosie, I was only kidding about Björk, I like her stuff.

I did not choose to be born in Reykjavík, but I do choose to boycott Björk and her avant-pop band of aural terrorists. Where does she keep her money? Hmmmmmm

The country of my birth has come a long way from the old fish wars, but it looks like it hasn't all been good.

This just in ...

Great! That should make all of us proud. :tup

I hear a finger cymbal quartet w. an electric washboard beat.

Here's a Polaroid™ of two of my favorite ladies, Alberta and Marian.

The flu that confined me to bed in early 1969 has had a lasting effect on me. I never watched TV during the day back then, unless I was too sick to work. There was a lot of talk about the newly retrieved lunar rocks so I stayed tuned, hoping to see them. While I waited, the regularly scheduled program ran, and it finally caught my attention. It was designed to show why we ought not smoke (I was puffing at least one pack of Tareyton filters a day). The sight of black lungs and people barely able to talk did it for me. My first attempt only worked for a couple of weeks, but the followup has lasted almost 40 years. I might not have lived to respond to this thread if it had not been for a nasty flu.

Dave James: "Hold on Chris. If they cashier O.J. for life, how is he going to continue his relentless hunt for the killer(s) of Ron and Nicole on every golf course in the country?" Why not just lock him up in a mirrored cell? That ought to do it.

Stop being such a moose!

It's taken far too long and his commitment of a yet another crime, but this is good news. I hope they give him the life sentence he has so long deserved. Here's how The Los Angeles Times reported the verdict.

Anyone here heard her album of Cole Porter songs? It is undoubtedly one of the worst, ever!

No "might" about it, these were the Newman recordings—I just forgot to mention that.

Diagnostic Overview: Your responses indicate that you're basically normal, except for your obsession with sheep and running naked in the moonlight. Electroshock therapy might help; taking foolish inkblot tests on the internet sure as hell won't. Get a hobby (one not involving sheep) and try to keep your twisted impulses under control. People who answer as you did always cheat at card games or other pursuits. Long-Term Prognosis: You are destined for greatness, but only on America's Most Wanted. Your overly obsessive need for control hampers your ability to create lasting personal relationships personal unless you take hostages (and sometimes not even then). With a maladjustment as severe as in your case, the only career path for you is as a Senator or pimp. Additional Fears: You're also afraid of t-shirts, cats, and red cars. This is silly- when was the last time red cars caused you any harm? Not even close, which would be okay if there was some genuine humor involved—there ain't

As pricey as it is interesting. Thanks, Marcello.

Just as WWII delayed the development of television, so it also delayed certain audio advances. I can't locate it right now, but, a few years ago, I came across an interesting article in a 1940s issue of down beat. It was about a new way to play records, and I think Motorola was the company that was working on it. This development did not change the discs but rather the playback equipment, eliminating the needle (or stylus) and replacing it with a photo-electric "eye" that read the variations in the record's groove. When it comes to thinking ahead, this item from the January 5, 1901 issue of the NY Times is even more remarkable:

As far as I can tell, "gorts" are members of a protective group who keep one finger on the "thread closed" button and use it at the slightest sign of a poster departing from a norm that defies reason. They are generally frequency freaks who greet each other with sound waves.