Jazzmoose

I've been spending the last month or so rereading old SF paperbacks of mine. I tell you, after spending the last few years reading Faulkner, Ellisnon (R, not E!), Welty, etc., etc., I can finally understand the reaction some have to SF. Some of it is still good, but a lot of it is just junk. As an example, Heinlein would have been better off sticking to juveniles and maybe writing political tracts. He's just not that good. And he was one of my favorites!

Roast Berigan? Do you get taters with that?

So if he ever figures out how to delete this thread, do we lose these posts in our post count?

The Complete Capitol Singles set is still around isn't it?

Kind of off topic, but all this talk about Wes and Mel made me pull out the Wes Riverside set and listen for Mel a bit more. So anyway, right before I woke up this morning, I had a dream that I went to an auditorium on a college campus, and Mel was there trying to push a new CD of religious music. I asked him if he was the guy that recorded with Wes Montgomery, and he told me excitedly that he was, and took me over to a B3 to show me some stuff. A few minutes later, who should appear but Diana Krall ( ), but Mel won't give her the time of day. So, she walks up to me and asks what I did to get him to talk. I said "I don't know, I just asked him about Wes Montgomery. Give me your email address, and I'll tell you more about Wes." Diana walks away with a bewildered look on her face. End of dream. Damn, I'm glad this got pulled back up; I missed this the first time around!

Seems to me if she was as sick as she says, the buzzard'd be grinnin...

I've been getting them from banks lately. Of course, no one's guessed the right bank yet, so it's pretty easy to tell they're scams...

Not me. I'm too smart for these crooks. Hey, where's my wallet? You're right, though; a really successful scam leaves the mark completely unaware that a scam even took place. Kind of like the state lotteries...

Now I can go post on the "have you been scammed" thread...this voodoo charm I bought to scare everyone away from Empty Foxhole until payday didn't work at all!

Hmmm...I just realized the wife's out of town the latter part of October. Might be time for one of those budget buster orders anyway...get a big box in the house and mixed into the CD shelves before she gets back...

I'll take the Hutch, Hill and Wilson (I never seem to pass on more Mogie...), probably eventually the Rivers as well. I dunno about the Silver, though; there's so much more Silver out there that I don't have and need to get...

Yup. Thursday nights on KCSM.

"Wait a min-a-min-a wait a min-a-min-a wait a min-a-min- STOP!!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm sure that's not the first time someone offered piss to a reporter...

Apologies to those who don't like "alternate names" on the same board, but I guess I should 'fess up by now and admit that I posted occasionally as "bardhop" and "grog", needling the obvious two counterparts...

His SISTER'S pig? That's just sick....

Whoops...fell off the wagon at Borders today, but at $9.99 plus "buy three, get the fourth free", these puppies were hard to turn down... Monk-Underground and It's Monk's Time Duke-Festival Session and Blues in Orbit You tell me, how could I resist?

Sorry for the duplicate thread guys; I should have known others would have noticed this one!

Yeah, but you know how it is...he wanted to see if he could bring it up one more time...

Come again?

Music Fans, Beware the Big Bass Reuters Page 1 of 1 02:45 PM Sep. 02, 2004 PT Blasting music can be hard on the ears and the neighbors, and now researchers say it can also pack enough punch to collapse a lung. Reporting in the medical journal Thorax, they describe the cases of four young men who suffered a lung collapse -- technically called pneumothorax -- that appeared to be triggered by loud music. Three of the men were at a concert or club when the pneumothorax occurred, while the fourth was in his car, which was outfitted with a 1,000-watt bass box because he "liked to listen to loud music." A pneumothorax occurs when a small rupture in one of the lungs allows air to leak into the space between the lungs and the chest wall, causing the lung to collapse. Symptoms include breathlessness and chest pain on the affected side. A small, partial collapse may resolve on its own, but more severe cases may require the insertion of a chest tube to allow the air to escape the chest cavity. Often, an underlying lung disease or chest injury is the culprit in pneumothorax. But so-called primary spontaneous pneumothorax happens in the absence of an underlying disease, typically striking tall, thin, male smokers. The cases described in the Thorax report suggest that loud music may be one cause of this type of pneumothorax. Though the report cites only a small number of patients, lead author Dr. Marc Noppen said he suspects more cases of music-induced pneumothorax will now be caught. Since the report's publication, he said, doctors in a few countries have told him they've seen similar cases. If more doctors routinely ask pneumothorax patients about their exposure to loud music, the number of injuries attributed to blasting tunes will likely go up, noted Noppen, who is with the Academic Hospital in Brussels, Belgium. In two of the cases his team describes, the men were standing close to large loudspeakers when they suddenly felt chest pain. A third case involved a 23-year-old smoker who had suffered several episodes of pneumothorax. During a follow-up medical visit, the doctors mentioned having seen two music-related pneumothorax cases, and the patient suddenly remembered that two of his attacks happened at heavy metal concerts. Noppen said he and his colleagues suspect that loud music may damage the lungs due to its booming bass frequency, which can be felt as a vibration going through the body. The lungs may essentially start to vibrate in the same frequency as the bass, which could cause a lung to rupture. It's probably a good idea, according to Noppen, to stand back from the speakers at concerts and clubs and to ease up on that car-stereo bass. It might also save your hearing, he added.

Your neighbor was a urine drinking vampire???

Damn it, you're not going to bring up Old Milwaukee again, are you?

Damn! Now I really wish I'd seen it; that's pretty good!