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Seems to be from that, yes. That video eliminates the splices/cuts/whatever of the original release (starts at 41:05): Still, yes, more than three choruses before then! That seems to be in Bb rather than the usual Ab? But there's no pitch-correction needed? At least not much? Interesting...was somebody challenging somebody? Maybe Bird was challenging himself? And maybe that's why he played more choruses, challenging himself in an atypical key?

If there were more people like Chuck Nessa in the world, maybe we wouldn't need more people like Chuck Nessa in the world. Unfortunately, there's not. So we do. Happy Birthday, and then some!

PM on: Furtwangler the Complete RIAS recordings 1947-54 in Berlin (9 cds on audite) $45 Rudresh Mahanthappa/Mark Dresser/Gerry Hemingway - The Beautiful Enabler (clean feed) $8 Pinton/Kullhammar/Zetterberg/Nordeson - Chant (clean feed) $8 on Moye/ John Tchicai/Hartmut Geerken - The African Tapes (2 cds on Golden Years) $12 Don Moye/ John Tchicai/Hartmut Geerken - Cassava Balls (2 cds on Golden Years) $12

He plays a little longer than usual here: Three choruses here, on a long form, and the amount of self--correcting is revealing, he'll flub a lick one chorus, nails it the next. I've noticed that Bird would do that a fair amount, if possible, he would NOT settle for less than perfect, even if it meant returning to a previous flub. Like he did with "Four Bothers" on that thing caught with the Herd, took him three times through the bridge to really start hearing it, but once he did, he had it, and then he was done. 7 choruses of blues I agree about the Dirdland stuff with Fats, that's some of the best Bird ever.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/18/sports/david-levin-dead-champion-balloonist.html?action=click&contentCollection=obituaries&region=rank&module=package&version=highlights&contentPlacement=7&pgtype=sectionfront&_r=0 An avid sky diver, skier and hiker, he was less than enthusiastic about a legal career, so he offered a receptive ear when a childhood friend and ballooning enthusiast approached him with a proposition: Why not open a ballooning resort? His friend had a spot in mind, a former sheep ranch in the San Luis Valley in southern Colorado. The Balloon Ranch opened a year later, and Mr. Levin caught the fever. “From May to October, I flew almost every day,” he told Sports Illustrated in 1993. “It was magical — I felt like the Wizard of Oz and Phileas Fogg and Babar the Elephant all rolled into one.” ... Mr. Levin was inducted into the hall of fame of the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale in 2015. This year, the National Balloon Museum in Indianola, Iowa, announced that Mr. Levin would be inducted into the Ballooning Hall of Fame in July. Competitive ballooning was, in his telling, more art than science. He laid his plans carefully, sending up dozens of toy helium balloons to select the perfect target based on wind patterns. But once he was aloft, instinct took over. “The best pilots have a feel, an innate understanding of how the wind will move them,” he told Sports Illustrated. “When you are flying well, it is like meditating; firing the burner acts as your mantra.” I mean, who knew that you could do this with your life? I'm impressed as hell!

What I liked about her was that she knew her place, not as in accepting somebody else's definition, but like she knew for and within herself what and who she should be and went about the business of becoming that and not wasting time trying to be anything other than that. That confidence of identity specificity...I guess it's called being comfortable in your own skin, and she sure seemed to be that. I never really got into her playing at any time, but I always dug her supreme Marian McPartland-ness, she was the ultimate Marian McPartland, right? How cool is it for anybody to be the ultimate them? It's like, I don't need to ever hear her play to dig her. Now, having said all that, what year is the album under consideration here, in what year was it recorded?

But oh by the way, I was delighted to find that the remaining music from this series (or whatever) was collated onto a CD in 2010, and I course, that diem was also carped! https://www.amazon.com/Nielsen-Symphonies-Overture-Concerto-Maskarade/dp/B003LDKJMW Gotta say, though, that it's a considerable downgrade in terms of cover art...

I saw the cover, Carl Nielsen, and a Danish orchestra, and was instantly hell yeah, this diem is already carped!! And it is a really beautiful performance too, that orchestra was in a zone for these pieces, an zone that more than easily cut through the superficial surface noise. For just 50 cents, yeah, that's a deal I make EVERY time!

You can at least buy it from a first-generation pirate: http://www.jazzmessengers.com/en/1954/conte-candoli/cool-gabriels http://www.freshsoundrecords.com/cool-gabriels-albums/3843-cool-gabriels.html https://www.amazon.com/Cool-Gabriels/dp/B000926S8C Who knows, these might even be from original tapes, maybe? How they got there, who knows? But I have less queeze about them than I do those Real Gone JazzPorn Collections. I mean, really? Me myself, if I wanted it (and I don't, really), I'd get a FLAC lift of a fileshare of the FreshMoonBlueSounds releaseand be done with it. That's essentially what you're buying with those Real Gone things anyway. If you're too old to do that type of thing yourself (and I am), talk to somebody under 30 (40, in some states). You can get all kinds of hooked up.

wow, we're up to .500. This is gonna be our year! wait, that's for the cowboys fans to say...never mind. Anybody remember Steve Palermo? Steve Palermo, Umpire Whose Career Was Ended by a Bullet, Dies at 67 https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/15/sports/baseball/steve-palermo-umpire-major-league-baseball-dies-age-67.html?rref=collection%2Fsectioncollection%2Fobituaries&action=click&contentCollection=obituaries&region=stream&module=stream_unit&version=latest&contentPlacement=2&pgtype=sectionfront&_r=0 Mr. Palermo was the third-base umpire at Fenway Park in Boston on Oct. 2, 1978, for the playoff game between the Yankees and the Red Sox. When Bucky Dent of the Yankees hit a go-ahead three-run homer over the Green Monster in left field in the seventh inning, Mr. Palermo signaled that it was a fair ball. After the game, his father, a Red Sox fan, acted standoffish toward him. “What, you couldn’t have called that ball foul?” his father asked, according to an article by Joe Posnanski of MLB.com. “It was, like, 20 feet fair,” Steve Palermo said. “So?” his father said.... Mr. Palermo said that he did not regret the action that ended his umpiring career, and that he hoped others would have done the same thing if his wife were being attacked. If he were to say he wouldn’t do it again, he told MLB.com, “It means I made a mistake. I just can’t admit it was a mistake.”

Forever is a long time, more than I have, anyway.

He's still in business, so afaic, he can be as gruff/grumpy as he wants to be. Whatever it is, it's working.

Bob Koester being grumpy contradicts everything I've ever heard about the man.

Ok, that sounds familiar as well...I guess the 20/20 hindsight question now is what kind of a contract did they do for warehousing/shipping, who'd they do it with and why (friend, recommendation, a suggestion by the Morris Levy estate, just who?), who's in charge of staying on top of how that contract is being executed, just basic business stuff, really. Such things are not necessarily for public disclosure, but when a company such as this one which has engendered a lot of personal emotional investment from its clients, I don't think it's inappropriate to express concern along the lines of "well, we're happy to help you now, but if you're going to keep going, what are you going to do to keep it from happening again?" That seems a very fair question, perhaps not from everybody, but from people who bleed Mosaic Black, yeah, that's a fair question.

As I recall it, it was cheaper to lease warehouse space at the shipper than it was to keep the inventory in-house. Sounds like Cost Center Chess to me, and of that I'm not at all a fan, and perhaps I am not recalling correctly. But there we go.

Hellzapoppin'!!!!

That's a simple question that should have a simple answer. It's definitely the right question!

I'm a really patient person if/when I know that everybody's doing the best they can. Some of this Mosaic technology drama has me wondering if really they just need to have somebody drop by now and then who knows how the hell this computer database/networking shit works. I mean, really, if their ordering and shipping databases aren't in sync and Kevin's stuff goes to the wrong house, in what way does that qualify as an unavoidable error?

Hosted by Nadia Sirota, I see! I liked her this record: Not at all "Baroque", at least not as you would think. Also good to hear Henry playing. The guy's a treasure as player as well as composer.

It might be hard for some to remember the impact of the introduction and then popularization of non-Cantonese Chinese food. Between that and the more-or-less parallel invasion of Tex-Mex and jalapenos, it set in motion a revolution of the American palate that continues to this day. My folks used to think that basic Italian food was "spicy", just because of the garlic. I myself used to think that jalapenos were "hot", albeit pleasantly so. Our collective flavor options have expanded almost exponentially in less than half a century. It's another form of the Information Revolution, because what is flavor if not information?

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/05/13/us/henry-chung-hunan-dead.html?_r=0 When Mr. Chung was growing up on a farm in Tao Hua, a village outside Liling, in southern Hunan Province, food preparation was a two-woman job: His mother, Wang Shao Yi, chopped the ingredients, then added wood to the fire as his grandmother, He Xiang Tao, had instructed. The elder woman “loved to use fresh ginger, hot pepper, black beans, black pepper, garlic, scallions, vinegar and good white wine as flavor builders,” Mr. Chung wrote in “Henry Chung’s Hunan Style Chinese Cookbook” (1978). “She was often choked by strong smells and she would say, ‘This is a mighty good dish!’ ” He added, “Her cookery was early injected into my blood.”... Finally, in 1974, when he was in his mid-50s, he started Hunan, a tiny restaurant on Kearny Street in San Francisco’s Chinatown, where he introduced diners to hot, peppery Hunanese food, a departure from the milder Cantonese cuisine that many Americans were more accustomed to.... One diner dazzled by Mr. Chung was Tony Hiss, a staff writer for The New Yorker, who was walking by the restaurant on Thanksgiving in 1976 and lured in by its rich aromas. A few weeks after eating Mr. Chung’s onion cakes and chicken and garlic sauce, he declared in the magazine that Hunan was “the best Chinese restaurant in the world.” People clamored to eat at Hunan, partly because of Mr. Hiss’s praise. Mr. Chung moved from his original spot to a larger space in 1979 and later opened several more restaurants around San Francisco that are known as Henry’s Hunan. His son Howard said in an interview that some less adventurous customers were shocked by the garlic, spice and ginger of his father’s dishes and demanded something tamer. “If someone said, ‘I want moo goo gai pan,’ he’d say, ‘That’s Cantonese!’” Howard Chung said. “I was a waiter for many years, and people would walk out. They’d ask for dishes we didn’t have. They’d say, ‘That’s not what we had in the Midwest.’”

whoa...

I found a Red Camp album today, and carpe diemed. This one: Also found out a year or so ago that Red Camp is also the father of looong time Dallas bassist Alex Camp. I nevr knew! Oh shit, check this out...are thee smitsonian DLs still available?