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Roy Haynes might take issue with this designation, but yeah, you go Buster!

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/16/arts/music/bruce-langhorne-dead-guitarist-with-bob-dylan.html Bruce Langhorne, far left, in an image from a YouTube video with Carolyn Hester, Bob Dylan and Bill Lee in 1961 in a studio in New York. Credit Brucelanghornemusic, via YouTube Mr. Langhorne had not set out to become a guitar player. A student of the violin, he had to forgo a career in classical music after losing two fingers and most of the thumb on his right hand in an accident involving homemade fireworks when he was 12. He took up the guitar at 17, developing a unique call-and-response approach to the instrument. “Since I have fingers missing, some styles of guitar playing were forever unreachable for me,” he told an interviewer. “I really needed someone who had a thread going to really do my job,” he continued, alluding to his musical collaborators. “Because then they could generate a couple of lines of polyphony, or a rhythmic structure, and then I could enhance that.”

Always enjoyed him whenever he was on a record. RIP.

Need to get Murdoch on the case.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-39610937 Emma Morano was born on 29 November 1899 in the Piedmont region of Italy. She was officially the last person born in the 1800s still living. She had attributed her longevity to her genetics and a diet of three eggs a day, two of them raw. Her life not only spanned three centuries but also survived an abusive marriage, the loss of her only son, two World Wars and more than 90 Italian governments. According to the US-based Gerontology Research Group (GRG), the world's oldest registered human is now Jamaican Violet Brown, who was born on March 10, 1900.

Now that's a record worth revisiting until you die...maybe even after!

That was what I meant about being curious to learn about the interactions between them. Not implying in nay way that one "stole" from the other, just noting that, yeah, same place, same time, same cats. But you don't hear that in conventional jazz history conversations much, and I wish we could.

No, definitely wiggly. Still not on CD, correct? That just ain't right.

I liked the drumming and the tenor solo. I wish there had been strong lyrics and a stronger singer. But the title, Harmony Of Difference, that seems like something that's in the air right now, something Resistance-y. I like the notion, at least,

If he was, and if you want to take it to mean that she got bashy sometimes to an uncomfortable degree, I'll not disagree. To me, she often enough sounded like somebody who had to pee but couldn't get up and go because it was, you know, the set. Thant's not a quality I associate with any gender, but it is how Joanne Brackeen has often enough struck me, as wigging on the bench because the bladder sought in vain the relief of a healthy urination almost too lon denied. Ancient Dynasty was a helluva a record for them both, though, so calmer head and drier benches prevailed.

Oh, I know Hawes. Just saying that this particular record never really "took" with me. I would be interested in hearing more about the interaction between Hawes & Russ Freeman, though.

Heartened to hear of Mitch Moreland's early triumphs in Boston. He was a constant favorite of mine while here. He will get cold, he will get hurt, and he does have his holes. But his glove is true, and his attitude sweet.

Thoughts, prayers, and good vibrations in general for Lou Brock: http://bleacherreport.com/articles/2703600-mlb-hall-of-famer-lou-brock-diagnosed-with-multiple-myeloma-cancer?utm_source=cnn.com&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=editorial

Don't feel bad, never been a favorite of mine either.

Bob Cerv, Three-Time Yankee and One-Time All-Star, Dies at 91 https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/13/sports/baseball/bob-cerv-dead-slugger-for-yankees-and-athletics.html?_r=0 For a month, he played with his jaw wired shut after it was broken in a collision at home plate with Detroit Tigers catcher Red Wilson. Cerv ate a liquid diet and occasionally needed oxygen during games because of his difficulty breathing. Playing well — and playing injured — made him so popular on the moribund A’s that he was honored that July at Municipal Stadium in Kansas City with a ceremony attended by former President Harry S. Truman, with whom he became friendly.

You're ok, but other people aren't. So on their behalf, no, you're not.

"women are delicate" and "I have experienced with other women, however, a kind of going overboard to try and assert the Yang part of themselves, more so than necessary, to the point of abandoning their own delicacy as women. I worked with a pianist who would do this and I would mention it in a real professional way that she was neglecting that part of her nature." are not even the same sentiment, although maybe to today's ears they are? I mean, I've been programmed (mostly by self) to believe that a balance within one's self is a good thing, that the more balnced you were, the more, uh...balanced a person you would be.. Now, if it was Joe Hardon telling some chick to not be so rough, ok, that's gonna be ALL kinds of WTF?, but it's not Joe Hardon, it's Joe Henderson, himself a player who was not unaware of the different elements to be found inside, including delicacy. I get that times change, and so do people's perceptions of both inside and outside, but I'd hate to think that there's still no room for artist-to-artist heart-to-hearts about projections of personality, and "i don't know that what you're playing is really all of who you are, what do you think?", I mean, yeah, that's a really limited-access zone for a conversation, but...those are talks that can be had, and Joe Henderson would not have been somebody I would would exclude from that access. ok? Unless you're going to be one of those "fuck everybody, this is who i am, if you can't handle it, fuck off, yeah, this means you Joe Henderson, you're part of everybody, EVERYBODY, understand?" We all know people like that, and how do they end up? So determined to not be pigeonholed that they end up unable to simply fit in. Anywhere. Ever. Wearing a perpetual Personality Condom. Maybe that's the right approach for these times in which we live in, but I'm old, don't plan on living another 61 years, and really don't see going there now. Nor do I ever plan on "clitoris" becoming a verb. No in this lifetime.

Joe Henderson, let we forget. http://www.melmartin.com/html_pages/Interviews/henderson.html

Horse not dead, just collapsed. I checked first, because, you know, if was a real dead hose, it should being beaten. Gotta know the language!

I think it says more about the state of 21st century Western Civilization than it does anything. Get off the Facebook and back into the clubs, all genders, leave THAT part of it behind for sure, but people would be better served overall by less verbal philosophy and more hanging out in the nightclub. Feel the chemistry in person, all peoples. What? No more nightclubs? Well now, cart, meet horse, y'all get something done, please, enough of this!!!!!!

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/12/arts/television/obituary-dorothy-mengering-david-letterman-mother.html?_r=0 No words needed. Dorothy was money. always. RIP

Again.

The backing band could be anybody, and really, this could be any Kenny Burrell record from the last 35-40 years or so, but Kenny Burrell always sounds good to me, so oh well about that other stuff.