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WHOA!

Does UK not get the same Netflix as we do here?

FWIW, That's The Way It Is is on Spotify, and is, at the very least, more than adequate. Teddy Edwards, as always! The other two impulse!s of this vintage are not on Spotify, so...there's gotta be some reasonably listenable $4.99-$6.99 copies out there, I just have to live long enough and move around enough to be in the same place they are. It's do-able, I'm sure.

In position-specific terms, he's been the Brooks Robinson of my adulthood. I used to lave watching the Orioles play whenever possible, waiting for Brooks to do one of his things. LOVED watching that guyn I've been able to watch Belte at will for a good while now, and I tell you, it has been a splendid experince.

In terms of sheer delightfulness and watchability, he has been the Willie Mays of my adulthood. Plus, a damn fine ballplayer. A sure HOF-er.

There it is!

Common-law married.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/07/25/arts/music/barbara-sinatra-dead-philanthropist-and-wife-of-singer.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fobituaries Barbara Sinatra, Frank Sinatra’s fourth wife and a prominent advocate and philanthropist who raised millions of dollars to help abused children, died on Tuesday at her home in Rancho Mirage, Calif. She was 90. Her death was announced by John E. Thoresen, director of the Barbara Sinatra Children’s Center. With her husband’s help, Ms. Sinatra founded the center in 1986 as a nonprofit organization to provide therapy and other support to young victims of physical, sexual and emotional abuse. In the years since, Mr. Thoresen said, more than 20,000 children have been treated at the center, in Rancho Mirage, and hundreds of thousands more throughout the world through videos it provides. Ms. Sinatra, a former model and Las Vegas showgirl, was born Barbara Blakeley on March 10, 1927, in Bosworth, Mo. She was a Palm Springs socialite before marrying Sinatra in 1976. She met Sinatra through her husband at the time, Zeppo Marx, a former member of the Marx Brothers comedy team who had become a talent agent. Her marriage to Sinatra was her third, his fourth and the most enduring union for both. They remained married until his death in 1998. The Sinatras played an active role in the children’s center. “Frank would come over and sit and read to the kids,” Mr. Thoresen said. “But the best way she used Frank was she would say, ‘I need a half-million dollars for this, so you do a concert and I get half the money.’ ” Ms. Sinatra had remained active at the center until recently. She is survived by a son, Robert Oliver Marx, and a granddaughter.

What about Memphis Jackson? Never really had any desire to pursue that one, always seemed like a half-baked Quincy Jones-less Quincy Jones record? Yet, here's Harold Land!

Good enough to pursue then? I would certainly think so, but when there's lists and lists and lists of Great Bags Records, these never come up? It'll turn up eventually. Most things do, especially if condition is not of uber-importance.

I like how the special sale price sticker is pasted over another one, like, 2/$1.00 wasn't working, we GOT to move this shit one way or another. Believe me, in the old Treasure City bins, there was a bigass bin full of those poor little unwanted records. I got my Joe Daley RCA in a 3/$0.99 bin, which is more expensive than 4/$1.00, but I don't mind paying extra for quality.

Don't know if any of these qualify as "great finds", but I went in to the flagship Half Price today determined only to buy things that would either delight or disappoint, nothing of the "I KNOW I'll like this!" type. No "more of the same", Ia already have more than enough of that. A promo copy, just like this one, only not as clean. A live quintet date with Teddy Edwards, this seems like it should be a "sure thing", but it's been around for 40+ years now and it's never rated as a "classic". Hell, it's never really talked about much at all. And even though it's got Teddy Edwards, it's got Monty Alexander on it, so not sure, delighted or disappointed, who knows? Louisville, Hovhaness, what's not to try? If not delighted, then disappointed. Can't see indifference as an option. Looked interesting. NO idea whatsoever. Cool Op-Art cover no matter what. Arrangers listed as Gil Askey, Bobby Tucker, and Melba Liston. Wait, does that say Melba Liston? Yes, it does. I have a blogged version of a Kim Weston album where Melba Liston contributed, and it didn't suck. so.... Love the piece, don't know the band at all, but the Supraphon label always is the tie-breaker. We'll see. Nearly flipped over it, but figures ehh, let's see, and Richard Davis is on every cut. There's also a photo of Vic Dickenson on the inside where he's doing a More Than Ready For Mainstream thing, wearing on of his headphones as an eye patch. Plus, Toots Mondello and Johnny Mince are in the section on the cuts where there is one. I figured I gotta hear this at least once, even if the arranger is Glen Osser. And finally, get ready to grab a towel, Aric... Kinda iffy on this one until I pulled it out to check the condition, and... Red vinyl motherfucker, RED VINYL!!!! I may never play it, not sure if I care that much. But as an object, hell, OG Drown Red Vinyl, one does not buy that for the music, right? Nothing was over $6.99, most all were $4.99, a few were $3.99. I had $20.00 worth of HP gift cards from father's day, so after tax, a little over $50.00

Not really. The immediate context of the photo was political, but the detail and emotion transcends mere political immediacy. This is no more a "political" photograph than The Last Supper is a "religious" painting. Frankly, with all the absolutist polarizing posturing in the political environs this day (on all sides), "political" has become synonymous with tripe/trivial/vulgar/demeaning/andallkinds of other words. Elevate, motherfuckers, elevate.

Instant classic, DaVinci for our time:

Cousin Of Funky Drummer meets Son Of Idle Moments!

Son Of Ice Bag meets Cousin Of Funky Drummer!

To be honest, I didn't find it depressing...it was just, uh, "human". It was also, if not exactly "uplifting"...it was resolutional in that Helen accepted the weight of what she did, and seems to have spent the rest of her life trying to atone for it. Seems like she was all about keeping it real all through her life, before and after those few seconds in Slug's. Seems like one of those "bound to happen" tragedies. like, a "classical" tragedy of life, a kid loses balance, gets picked up and put back on track by a strong woman, a combination wife and mother (and I still don't know about was Lee's childhood, what kind of a mother did he have or not have that he ended up falling in love with an older woman and then letting her handle all his business and things) then the kid grows up and eventually starts feeling frisky, looks at women his own age and gets pretty disrespectful about his existing relationship to his older partner, and she, having always been on the salty side, has a moment where everything combines in that certain way at that certain moment where everything snaps (and I believe we all have the potential of that moment inside us), just for THAT long, not more than a second or two, but that's all it takes, right? Larry Ridley's recounting of re-meeting Helen Morgan years later almost brought tears to my eyes, because make no mistake, murdering anybody is a profoundly weighty act every way imaginable, but when the two principles are people you've known closely over a lifetime...the higher possibilities of humanity, things like forgiveness of others, repenting and atoning of one's worse misdeeds (as we say today, "owning it") and then just moving on/up, never denying the past but always looking toward tomorrow resolved to be better than that, those are things that might be missing to a less that healthy extent today. In that sense, "I Called Him Morgan" is a "jazz movie" in the sense that "8 Men Out" is a "baseball movie". Interestingly enough, in the closing "Thanks To" credits, a pretty long list of names included both David Weiss and Jonas Kullhammar! And finally, I would loved to have eaten Helen Morgan's cooking, I can tell that.

Just got done watching it on Netflix. A very worthy watch. There was a sense of closure by the time it was over, for everybody.

"Now we're going to do it right.."