BruceH

I can't help but think it must have lots of overlap with my collection. Couldn't you put all this stuff on one or two i-pods?

Lately I've been listening to the Piano Moods box.

Hey, I know that restaurant! Quite a few years since I've been there, but nice place. There's a seafood restaurant in the Castro that on at least three occasions has played good-to-great vocal jazz at a politely low level when I was there. I asked a guy there about it, and he showed my their stash of CD's behind the counter, mostly jazz and blues. It really does enhance your dining experiance.

I heard that the Martian machines come up out of the ground? Huh? I don't get that. Seems to me they should come from SPACE, but whadda I know?

I don't hate him. Don't love him either, but, hey...

My favorite is We're Only In It For the Money, his trashing of Sgt. Pepper, and the hippie thing in general, but I've got to admit that I haven't listened to it in many years.

Well, seeing how bad the original was, this could be quite bad and still be better than that.

87th, of course. Sorry.

He died of cancer last Wednesday, July 6, 2005. Birthname was Salvatore Lombino I believe. Excuse me if this has been mentioned already somewhere on the board. He was one of the most prominent crime genre writers of his generation. Also wrote the script for Hitchcock's The Birds, but I can forgive that. Rest in peace, Sal/Evan/Ed.

He died of cancer last Wednesday, July 6, 2005. Birthname was Salvatore Lombino I believe. Excuse me if this has been mentioned already somewhere on the board. He was one of the most prominent crime genre writers of his generation. Also wrote the script for Hitchcock's The Birds, but I can forgive that. Rest in peace, Sal/Evan/Ed.

The only way to change "the suits" minds about jazz is to smack them over the head with a tire iron and dump the bodies in a ditch. (Warning: won't do much for jazz.)

Agreed. On the other end of the scale perhaps, is Ursula K. LeGuin, who had and has excellent prose (especially by genre standards) but who's written very few stories that are compelling as SCIENCE FICTION. (BTW, to me Olaf Stapledon is Da Man when it comes to SF. He's the original Old Growth Redwood and most of the writers since are saplings growing in his giant shade.)

It was also reviewed in the Wall Street Journal.

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Me too, but I dearly wish that someone had applied a piece of duct-tape to his mouth.

I read the Sarris a few years back. Must say, I found it a tad disappointing, though I can't say what I was expecting. On the other hand, I finished it, which says something. How is McCarthy's book about Hawks? I've been meaning to read that for some time.

Hm. Hayakawa makes the unproven assumption that Hubbard actually believed this bullshit himself. Frankly, I seriously doubt it. ← Me too. I think Hubbard did it for the money.

Tang!

Damn.

There was a time when I wanted that Tang so badly I was blowin' my tropical top...

They're not going to blow up the comet; just dent it a little. And this will be millions of miles from Earth. Personally, I'm all for it. These comets have had a free ride for far too long.

Walk Don't Run----words to live by.

You don't?

Me too. I hear they're coming out with a new one.