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She sings it like a show tune, which I guess it ultimately is, but not THAT kind of show.

She's in G. Orignal and still standard key from my experience. Great blues key for tenor, btw. tenor A, unlimited side key possibilities,and that A...ask Jeff or somebody else, they'll tell you, from the A all the way up to the E, from the root to the 5th, unbroken, there's not one note in there you can't fuck with the fingerings on and do what needs to be done. I played for years with a bar band whose repertoire was pretty standards in Bb and shuffles in G. If you can't learn how to shade or worry a note on tenor doing that all night long, switch to piano, I guess. Now, Perry Como did it in Eb on Como Swings. That's a weirdass key imo.

35 years ago, granted. But it made us a day late for a gig in Calgary that could have led to more gigs in that lovely city. Instead it led to a docked paycheck and increased disgust of America at its worse (not gonna say worst because nobody got killed or maimed). But that shit was insane - they sent a whole phalanx or chevron or whatever you call of copcars after us and we were like, whoa, something BAD'S gone down, check this out....and then oh, really? It was a hotel show band, 50-50 African & Anglo American, and we had done just a weekend in Salina as a schedule filler. The audience was assholey too, racial taunts and lewd comments about the singer's wife, who was indeed a very attractive woman, but who was also the lead singer's wife, and mother of their two kids who were working lights in the room (good training AND cheap labor!). The dude finally silenced the worst loudmouth in the room by asking Sir, is that the way your mother had raised you, to which he said my momma's dead you N-word, to which my man came back with, in this really elegant Jamaican/Brooklyn hybrid accent that he came by naturally, well, I'm sure she's looking down at you right now and feeling very sad, which was like, you know, I grab the mike stand ready to bust heads if need be, but no, that chilled everybody out, but nobody was smiling, if you know what I mean. So, you know, we were ready to book out right away, get the hell out of Salina, get up into Calgary, worked from immediately after the last beat to get out of there at, like 4 AM, fill up and LEAVE. And then each van thought the other had paid for the gas and here comes ALL of the Salina PD, roads blocked, guns drawn, whoever called it in must've been batshit crazy, maybe it was that guy with the sad dead momma, but I didn't see any sign of relaxation after this sweet couple tried to explain that is was an accident, offered to be escorted by the police back to the gas station to pay in full and then some, no, it was straight to jail for everybody, including the kids, except me and one other white guy who spent the whole damn day negotiating EVERYBODY'S shakedown fees. I tell you, I've palyed in all sorts of shady joints over the years, but nothing was as full-frontal evil as a mainstream bar/showroom in Salina, Kansas and the town that held it. I started this post thinking I was gonna be able to walk it back a little upon reflection, but no - FUCK Salina, Kansas, them and their vinyls. If that stenchious mass of sub-humanity has been washed away, good. May their hearts be happy and their vinyl pure. But until I know that...let somebody else make the vinyls.

Dude, you are the master!

That's the one I've heard, the one with Georgie and Gilly and the boys. Can't say that it inspired me to explore her any further, but it did inspire me to keep it in the player and then the car for longer than usual. As you imply, it takes ears to deal with all that kind of shit going on behind you, ears and courage and confidence The first Ryan Truesdell Gil Evans Project has a chart of "Smoking My Sad Cigarette" written but not(?) recorded for that album, using Kate McGarry on vocals, and it's one of the highlights on that record, which for my money is nothing but highlights. That's what drove me to get the Lucy Reed record and hey, that worked out just fine. Maybe more, then. Because I will like me some Irene Kral (people say she's kind of "cold" or whatever, but seems to me that that kind of hardass insistence on doing it that way that well implies its own kind of passion that is as deep as it is not easy to tolerate for slackers who want it always up front and unwrapped)., and if you say that, you get my attention.

He gave the Ellington Suites album on Pablo 3 or 3.5 stars, and ok, I guess, whatever, but then went on to say that it sounded like Henry Mancini. So....you know...that man ain't right. And yeah, I know who George Frazier is/was.

Chicago's own...what's the guy's name, John McDonough? he used to be one of those staunch Goodman advocates back when I read the mag, going back to the 70s. Didn't have a problem with that per se, b/c BG did have some really excellent bands, but I was troubled that he was quite often dismissive of Ellington, and there's always something weird to me when somebody has that extreme of a divide.

Regardless of how one feels about his playing, Goodman tended to always be around interesting (or better) players and arrangers. I get that there is a subset of fans who feel as if he was in a league of his own, as well as another subset that views him as an at-best necessary evil. But if Prez is there, I will be too. Etc.

you can run, but you can't hide...unless you are running, in which case in plain sight is the best hiding place of all.

Fish are jumping, but the cotton is so high that you can't hear it.

Whole Lot Of Them N. Cole Juan Gonzalez

Ok,.my bad, severe cranial flatulence. I conflated several of the studio chatter tracks, like the ones about schedules and W2s into one thing, obviously wrong, and again, sorry about that. But...The thing that does, to my ears, have the whole "life forever changed" thing is on Disc 6, the very first cut, after the decision to leave open spaces in the charts to allow for later solo overdubbing has been made. Miles says he's going to leave out one bit, then a few seconds later he starts laughing and saying I might leave the whole thing out, like, yeah, this is Columbia, I got resources now. I can just hear him imagining all the possibilities and being delighted as hell that they will be his, no more of this one take make it all at once or don't make it at all shit for me, no sir. He has seen the game and likes his odds even better than ever. And he laughs. That laugh is priceless to me,, it's one of those ton of bricks micro-moments. Or maybe it's not. But that's why I'm always in for full studio chatter of anything at least once.

And then, once that air pump sees what the good life can do for him/her persinally, it become further incentived to lower production costs to it's cost center by all means availble, up to and including the importation of foreign air, and, eventually, illicit foreign air. Look to start getting some backalley Chinese air in your tires, and then when a rash of random tire explosions start occurring nationwide, you will find yourself asking WTF? air pump? when in fact what you should be asking is why the fuck was I bitching about $1.50 air? I should have offered to pay $3.50 for that air to keep it clean, pure, and American, because people will do you right when you pay more, always.

Truth be told, they need to make the air pump its own cost center and have it pay for its space every month no matter what. That's the only way to determine its real value to the store, to have it pay air pump company money back to facilities company money. In fact, they will need to hire somebody to keep track of all the air pump cost centers the store has, and then somebody else to interpret that data to ensure that the air pump is pulling it's own weight, and then yet another person to bust the air pump's ass every quarter (no pun intended, but...) and then if the air pump finally kicks ass and delivers bigtime, give it a bonus of hookers and blow, just don't put it on the books like that. See, that's three jobs out of one air pump, never mind the ancillary gigs for the whores and the coke dealers Tell me again why you miss the days when air was free, nobody had jobs, and you couldn't fine a good hooker or good blow, not individually and for damn sure not together.

It's on the Miles/Gil box, very last cut of the set iirc.

Oh, but see, the air itself is free, it's the space the machine takes up, as well as the machine itself, as well as the cost of employees being there to ensure that the machine don't get jacked that you're paying for. But air? Air is free, just go outside and try NOT to find some! But try to get that free air into your car tires, you need help with that, right, you need somebody who has a machine and a place to put it and somebody to sit behind the counter and act like they know it's there, you can't get that just by walking outside, none of those things are free, not one of them!!!! Monetization of natural resources, baby, see how it creates wealth and jobs and greater market efficiencies?

"Family money"...let us never underestimate the impact that such a thing has on lives beyond our own, especially now that for many it's getting harder and harder to have it. All the more reason to put it out there if you do. This person had the right idea, buy him a burger and a beer (or whatever his preferred equivalent might be) in my name. But make him pay for it, he's got family money, I don't!

My price point is built on a formula of Initial Interest bumped up against Replay Value which itself is totally driven by Context Within The Specific Listening Environment. Walking or driving w a lot of ambient noise on all side, value lessens. Listening to it on phonebudplugs in a quiet office environment or some other such where I can go there, be in the studio to be a fly on more than just the wall, it rises. Either way, Initial Interest is by definition high. Great band being documented not just after having made but while in the process of making music that matters a lot to me. Solid vs liquid, photo vs home movie, prepared statement vs unedited interview transcript.

That was takes. These are session reels. One is like Miles comes home for the day and lets you hear some of what they did that day. The other is like Miles invites you to the studio for the session, and this is what happened while you where there. Minus, of course, the setups and shit. And the reel changes and such. And for my money, the grandest Miles outtake of all is from the Miles Ahead session, the last take of the last cut on the last day, where Miles is talking to everybody as they pack up. You can hear the sound of a man who knows his life has just changed for the better forever, right there, right then, got it done, now let's go. Just a remarkable moment, I think. I don't expect any of that on this set, but I have heard a few Miles session reels, and they've been fun enough that I'm in for more, and like I said, the more intelligible the conversations are, the more I'm in.

He's from St. Louis, seems to have played jazz as a youngster before getting fully into composition, and might have had local interactions with Oliver Nelson, who was maybe a few years older in both age and experience. Also had a gig as composition professor(?) at Florida A&M. I'll come for the backstory but will stay for the music. Your description is not discouraging!

I mean, the nature of the music business is always that you get fucked somehow, if you know what I mean, but it also seems that if you come to the game correct and with the ability to discuss business AS business, you can be on equal enough footing for it to be a fair fucking, if you also know what I mean. Seems to me that Yusef, a BIG motherfucker who carried himself with pride, dignity, sobriety, and knowledge, most likely knew how to talk to the business people on their terms without backing down or being snowed or trying to game them. Here's what we'll do for you, and here's what we'll do it for. You will not fuck us at this point, nor will we fuck you. You'd be surprised how much can get done when it's a fair fucking.