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They're kidding me, right? Not the Debbie McGee, surely? What would Paul Daniels say... Isn't she lovely though...

And I always thought you had to 'choke the chicken' ... not cut it's bloody head off!

From iTunes (didn't think initially I would ever use it) the un-issued tracks from Miles' Quintet box; Water On The Pond etc. Stuck them straight on the iPod in amongst the rest of my 'owned' stuff.

Plus, bitching about other board members.

Great news. I loved this album and played it many, many times when it first came out (was it '94 - ish?). Then it went missing from my collection - possibly lent out to college friend... I'll be on the lookout for this one. Cheers.

Kleenex....

Will do. Up for this afternoon, Olé, Giant Steps and My Fav Things --- all obvious choices but for the right reasons).

This is funny because I've never actually kept count, but having spent the last month filling my iPod up (that is going to hold about 450 albums), I've realised that I must have well over in jazz releases. The iPod is currently about 80% jazz, which is probably similar to my collection in general. I haven't even thought about which Stax and Motown I'm going to put on

That reminds me, when were kids, we used to have pig's trotters (before the corrective surgery ! ). You could still see those little hairs. Uck.

Or you could take one of these, , keep it in the dark allowing it only to feed on millet, grapes and figs until it's four times its normal size, drown it alive in Armagnac (nice French liqueor), cook it to a burnt out crisp. The secret is entirely in theeating. First you cover your head with a traditional embroidered cloth. Then place the entire four-ounce bird into your mouth. Only its head should dangle out from between your lips. Bite off the head and discard. L'ortolan should be served immediately; it is meant to be so hot that you must rest it on your tongue while inhaling rapidly through your mouth. This cools the bird, but its real purpose is to force you to allow its ambrosial fat to cascade freely down your throat. When cool, begin to chew. It should take about 15 minutes to work your way through the breast and wings, the delicately crackling bones, and on to the inner organs. Devotees claim they can taste the bird's entire life as they chew in the darkness: the wheat of Morocco, the salt air of the Mediterranean, the lavender of Provence. The pea-sized lungs and heart, saturated with Armagnac from its drowning, are said to burst in a liqueur-scented flower on the diner's tongue. Enjoy with a good Bordeaux. Then blow up some small atoll in the South Pacific for parlour games.

This thread is fascinating. I remember in a geography class a video showing the Fray Bentos factory in Argentina(???) making Corned Beef. Everything apart from nipples and eyelids I believe. Tame in comaprison maybe to some of the stuff mentioned earlier.

I too had SearchTown replace my home page for months until I read somewher that SpyBot may cleanse my setting and stuff. Worked a treat, you can download it from loads of sites but I think I used Downloads.com Best of luck.

An octave jump up from bottom D to middle doesn't seem like the hardest thing in the world does it? But, yeah, I know exactly what you're talking about.

I'm sure that the more technologically aware board members out there will be able to give me an answer to this one either along the lines of: no way José or yes, you do it like this.... Q. Can I upload my recent batch of RVGs onto my iPod (via iTunes, or other if necessary)? I've tried and it only allows me to 'play' the album. Am I missing something really obvious here or are they resistant to copy? Help. The least listened to albums in my collection, ie. newest, aren't able to go portable. Thanks.

Warm, sunny, cloudless skies --- pretty much what we've missed during August and the school holidays.

Exactly! Thank you for saying what I was trying to say with an equanimity that I was unable to muster. Oh right....that's what you were trying to say.

Steady on Jim. Firstly, no, we don't happen to have a great many Purto Rican immigrants in North Yorkshire, I'll have a drive around though and have a look, I'm bound to notice any that are here by their attire. We do though have a vibrant salsa and merengue scene in the many village halls and community centers but they tend to be the domain of the elderly or those desperately in need to find friendship. I wasn't saying that his music wasn't real because of the get-up, I was commenting upon his get-up. Much like it bugs me when I see local lads, who having turned 18, proceed to dress for the rest of their lives in tweeds, checked shirts, flat caps and twills...oh, and get a Range Rover while you're at it. The female requirements are even more horrifying. Or worse, the Brits abroad on the Costas in their footie shirts and Union Jack shorts. As for men in suits. Of the many jazz acts I've seen in this county, country and overseas, I can honestly say I can't recall what they were wearing, they may have had suits, I do not know. However, saying that this band are more adventurous than ones who do wear suits is, well, crap. And of course, the cultural 'vibe' in downtown, or wherever, New York is very different, not a little, to that of our sleepy countryside. So yes, I probably am reacting to the stereotype, you know the one that was indelibly portrayed outside of Minton's in the 1940's -- gotta say though, it must have been dead cool then. And remember, I did listen to the music, I found it dull, a bit like a bunch of tired old bebop cliches over a latin groove. If I ever hear any more of this stuff (let's face it I've got 30 odd years to trawl through), and I like it, I promise, I'll let you know.

I don't know about that.... From this show I'm not. It's always nice to be pleasantly surprised though.

Now I don't normally criticise other people's dress sense or style but I tuned in briefly to the Brecon Jazz Festival on BBC TV earlier this evening. It happened to be during an interview with the above. And...he was wearing 'the uniform'; goatee, beret (black, of course), shades (black, of course), turtle neck sweater (shocking pink...no wait, BLACK). Oh well, it is flattering.... Then he opened his mouth and out came a load of hipster stuff straight out of Kerouac. Now, I had no idea who the guy was, and having heard him after the chat, it's evident I'm not missing out on much, but, Jesus, do the music a favour and get a bit of individuality rather than the fancy dress mode. I'm thinking that's maybe why they interviewed him; he looks and sounds the part, y'know a bit of a 'cat', a fruity guy. Sorry if I've really offended any staunch Gonzales fans here, but the parody was too much to take.

File under 'H'.

I found that a home made Stacey Kent compilation had me at my most relaxed, especially in the family car. However, when I went to pick up my new motor I had with me a 90 minute cassette of Organissimo and the soundtrack from Bullitt. This is great but you tend to get a bit paranoid and start looking in the rear-view mirror a lot. Then you start weaving in and out of traffic.....

Oh God yes.

Drop a cog, throttle on, main beam and scare the bejesus out of them. As you pass (closely) foot off gas and listen to V8 pop. Easy way to get pleasure from the daily driving woes of numpties in and out of cars.

Got mine today, well about 1/2 hour after store opened . I just had to. You know what it's like, online ordering was going to take 5 or 6 days at best. The store got 3 in this am, same price as cheapest online. I'm now transfering as much as I can but the task seems daunting. I haven't even looked at my jazz stuff yet. I wonder if 20Gb is going to get most of my collection on, should do.

I think Rooster has nailed it above. Combustication in particluar, is a great album and one that suits the tiresome car journey well. I shall have to hear more.