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It's not that many, really. Think about all the people who die every day, and then compare it to how many RIP threads there are here. It's like complaining about a jazz musician getting too popular or something.

Not deadly tiresome, I hope.

http://www.cnn.com/2017/04/12/entertainment/charlie-murphy-dead/index.html Two of the greatest stories ever told indeed!

I'm glad to hear that Roscoe is "ranking critical fare" now, but if that impedes him from reaching young players, that's too bad. I guess they'll get to him soon enough? Or not? Depends on what lines you follow and for how long you follow them. As far as Glasper's "musical clitoris" goes, the way he says it, it's like he's saying that his music is a female body part ("clitoris" still being a noun, not a verb), which is not what I think he's meaning to say, but say it he did anyway. It's not even slang, it should aspire to be slang, actually, but it's not slang, there's nothing in that usage to get that traction going, not even, it's just a linguistical fuckup. No self-respecting Musical Mack Man (real or imaginary) would claim that their music is a clitoris, that's just backassward, it's not hip at all, it's just...lightweight. All the more reason to end up with Roscoe, I say. Take heed young peoples. Neither a clit nor a dick be, to thine own self be destiny. Make better records and use better slang, is that too much to ask of any generation?

I guess you can get an evening update electronically now: http://www.nytimes.com/newsletters/evening-briefing That's not the same as a "late edition" though, right?

Not sure if that's valve or not, sounds like slide vibrato, might be some pretty "heavy" tonguing, like Benny Green or Booty Wood. But gotta love those Eugene Chadbourne AMG bios: http://www.allmusic.com/artist/william-shepherd-mn0001237756

Misinformed then? Next time you're in, I'd give a big ol' grin and a "WTF? Guys, WTF?". Have your phone ready for proof, like at Home Depot!

Yeah, that Bull Moose place sounds either uninformed or sleazy, like the local guy here who was asking 30 bucks for used WB/ECM LPs in the 90s because "ECM is an import".

You mean the late edition, like the afternoon paper? They don't do that, do they?

Autumn leaves, spring is here, the best is yet to come - the green leaves of summer.

Look at the people who came out of The Groundlings. Second City has earned it's legend, but these guys...next wave, and every bit as impactful. If only for Phil Hartman & Paul Reubens. And Lis Kudrow (The Comeback being a work of unique genius), attention should be paid. But growing up Nazarine damn near demand that it be.

This guy probably reached more people than John Coltrane, with less name recognition, but probably with several buttloads more money. Who among us has not eaten at least one bowl of Trix, and who would have done so had it not been for the rabbit? And more importantly, who among us is not a fan of Wally Cox?

Hey, post about the living, post about the new, post about the possible. Post about all of that. Post a lot about that. This is a jazz board, right?

There's some really interesting people (with interesting stories) who die, some of them I've not learned about until they did. I mean, if Mickey Mantle died (again), everybody would be all over themselves (again) saying so long Mickeroo (again). So, why not Mary Anderson, or people like that? Every bit as interesting, more interesting, really. There's even been some more recent music or music related deaths not reported here, Dave Peel, Joseph Rascoff, Louis Sarno, the list goes on. The solution to not having the RIP thread dominating the New Content is simply to have more new content that is not RIP. Post new content about new things. The math does itself, ok?

It is a contest, and by still being alive, you are winning. Or losing. That's for you to decide.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/11/arts/music/linda-hopkins-died-gospel-singer-on-broadway.html Ms. Hopkins was born Melinda Helen Matthews on Dec. 14, 1924, in New Orleans. Her father, Fred, who died just before her birth, was a deacon at St. Mark’s Baptist Church, and her mother, the former Hazel Smith, was a housemaid. Standing on a Coca-Cola crate, Helen, as she was known, began singing with the church choir at 3 and quickly became a star attraction.

Strangers in the night speak low in the chapel in the moonlight on the street where you live. Speak no evil, the naughty lady of Shady Lane.

James K. Polk Poke Salad Annie Jocelyn Pook

There goes my baby. Wave!

First I've heard of this "Glasper incident", but geeeeeeezus, that's just one clusterfuck on top of another. No wonder, jazz, no wonder.

Hello young lovers, eat that chicken!

Walk right in, Mr. Tambourine Man, shake, rattle, and roll, put your name on it, cry me a river, fall asleep. I gotta run. Call me, maybe, then I'll be tired of you.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/10/business/mary-anderson-died-co-founder-of-rei-cooperative.html?_r=0 Avid climbers and outdoor enthusiasts, Mrs. Anderson and her husband, Lloyd, were unhappy with the ice axes available in the United States in the 1930s. So they began to import less expensive, high-quality ice axes from Austria, and these soon caught the eyes of their climber friends. In 1938, 21 of those friends paid $1 each for a lifetime membership in the Andersons’ company, originally the Recreational Equipment Cooperative, which imported outdoor equipment for lower prices than it could be bought domestically. In 2016, REI reported revenues of $2.56 billion and said that more than six million active members had received dividends or credit card rebates worth a high of $193.7 million. The company said it returns 70 percent of its profits to the outdoor community, including $9.3 million to nonprofit groups. “I never thought a man should make money off his friends,” Mr. Anderson once told Timothy Egan, who wrote about REI last week in an Op-Ed column in The New York Times. Mrs. Anderson retired in 1968, followed by Mr. Anderson in 1970, but their influence was still felt at REI.