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Ulmer did three Columbias, correct? I'd like to see them available together at least once, just to give people that chance.

Damn fine records all, and quite the varied lot too. At the least, they're essential to check out.

Ah, just making sure that Sly doesn't get left out of the conversation, that's all. He's easily taken for granted these days, and perhaps understandably so, and the gap between his biggest impact and Prince's first was such that whole other elements of Pop Identity got a place at the table, but in his time, Sly was a profound musical and social power for many of the reasons that Prince spoke to. And then he self destructed (although probably with some help), and then...no more of that, although the Clinton umbrella would kinda keep it alive under one roof, just not under one name, and those guys never tweaked the gender role thing the way that either Sly or Prince did. Just some idle what-iffery, Internet candy.

Tommy Jerques And do tell me about Rita Reys, only know the name and a few of the records.

Here's a question to get your Internet crime on with - if Sly had not so totally crashed and burned, what kind of a landscape would Prince have been stepping onto? Musical and social? Seems like daggers were out for Sly, also seems like he was the easiest of targets too. If not a willing target, then an ill-equipped one. Seems like Prince always had his eyes open as he went about the whole boundary dissolving game.

And how about a Miles & Cicely movie, with music only an incidental element? There's more than one "Miles movie" to be had, if not actually made. Hey, I Imprinted on George Hamilton as Hank, so I would not be able to see that through clear eyes...and believe me, that's a drag.

I enjoyed Cheadle as Miles quite a bit, just felt that there were two movies happening at the same time that were only partially tied together by the end. That was my qualm, such as it was. Interstitial enough, it seemed that the more...interpretational of the two, the Mystery Tape story, really took off in a way that felt like Miles. The more literal biopic element did right to bring out the sensitive side of Miles, but I dunno...I liked the time skipping rather than straight flashback gambit, and the thing in the boxing ring at the end where boxers became band was for sure a kind of brilliance, but Frances as Rosebud, not so sure...

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The Buddy Collette oral history CD is an invaluable document.

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Saw it today. Seems like either the Frances movie or the mystery tape movie would have made for great individual movies, bur didn't feel like they really linked together on a great movie way. Still, I was entertained, and truthfully, liked the fictional lost tape movie quite a bit. Don Cheadle as Gangster Miles works!

What Karl says. Posting this for the live bit only, and also, primarily, "Hippodelphia" as a JB-esque songlinker. That is at once uber geeky and user hip. Hippodelphia. And let's talk about how many people in any line of work can put together a live show this tight and a record that is every bit as tight more or less by themselves.

Higdon -very nice piece, and for some reason at first had me thinking of Next-Gen Joni Mitchell..but not for long. That was a weirdly strange wonderful thought to have while it lasted. But yeah, very nice piece, Jennifer Higdon y'all. Brahms - did not know the piece, but the big takeaway of the night for me. Whoa. Words do not even begin to fail me. Orff - first time hearing it live. Amazing (?) how much of its constructions have entered the popular music subconsious. Live, the contrasts of coexisting heaviness and lightness creates this pop-like Zero-G thing..can't say that I was moved by too much of it as I was simply drawn in and kept in. However, soprano Kathryn Lewek, gorgeous voice, hearing it totally natural was a true delight...One of those "light" (as opposed to...thick? Maybe?) voices that seems weightless and free on some very demanding music. Strong music. It was a strongly vocal evening, and the orchestra actually seemed just a little off on the Higdon. But once the chorus ok, choruses, took hold, it all locked in. That Brahms thing, that was a whole night's worth of heaviness itself. Everything else, meaty icing a a pie-worthy cake.

Prince, brought to you by Budweiser. From where? For what? Fuck you King Of Beers. THIS is not your son. #deathtoignuncebeitculturalorbeitlickwidd

FM radio playing AM music.

Now they're just fucking with you.

Catalog!

Geez, I still got this new Threadgill thing sitting here waiting to be played, but every time I walk over to the changer it's like, okay one more time for Sonny, and one more time turns into the whole dawn day. Again - one of the better Sonny Rollins records, period. Ever.

Did Wolfgang just get pwned?

Iwell.never have guessed Billy Mitchell, obviously. Just don't know him that wel

Dude, if them monkeys was dancing Balanchine or some such, I would not feel bad about them or me being there. Would you? Would you feel bad about dancing monkeys dancing Balanchine just because they were dancing monkeys? Would you deprive yourself of seeing some Balanchine just because it was monkeys dancing it? I for one would be riveted, because, hey, Balanchine. Fuck the monkeys, it's Balanchine.

More layers than numbers to count them with. Amazing human being. Damn fine pianist. Sharp dresser and always one step ahead of those who were one step ahead. What's not to love?

Oh, I know there are plenty of people who don't know what they're signing up for at first. Especially people who come into it from the outside (which is to say, from the mainstreams of society). But at some point, hey, like the man says, do the math. And really, at some point, as long as you're paying attention, pay attention to at least some of that popular shit, go ahead and Venn Diagram it on out. Know your neighbors, you don't have to invite the in for popcorn and Netflix, but geez, not everybody/everything that is in the "popular" circuit is a total idiot, examine that Venn diagram closely, or else you'll find yourself listening to talk radio all day long because today's music sucks and all that. Talk radio! ALL DAY! It's funny, though, talking about Bowie, MJ, Madonna, and Prince. I've never really gone full-deep into any of them, but pretty much dug MJ a lot, that voice, those moves, and even when he got waaaaay weird, the music was...felt. Michael Jackson never lacked for feeling. Bowie, had an appreciation more than an actual engagement, but, you know, again, a lot of feeling there, one does not play that elaborate a game with identities and their conscious/calculated reinventions without feeling a reaason to do it. Much respect. Madonna, hey, oh well, some fine singles, but mostly, about the image for me, sociology mega-trumps most of the music. But again, I respect that, because she knew that people were paying attention, and she payed attention back, she was not just vapidly absorbing all the fame, she was vibing it back. Not everybody does that, and that's one reason why there's so much wreckage of various types. If you're gonna be vain, cycle that shit back so it doesn't blow up inside yourself. But Prince, hey...I couldn't keep up, was not really incentivized to keep up, not with all of it, but I loved that cat, because he was a geek who won, and won convincingly in all the ways that matter to me. Or as some friend of mine said around the time of Dirty Mind, "that freaky little motherfucker is FUNKY!" Freaky and little, and even motherfucker, grounds of ambiguity or worse, but FUNKY trumped all, and ok, take Junie Morrison, you might well need to know about that music, but Prince forced you to know about his music. Prince did not surrender, except, maybe at the end with those maybe painkillers, and damn that sucks if true. Take a lesson, people who want to not be unpopular!

Seriously, if you choose underground, embrace underground. If you cannot embrace it, don't choose it. Thinking otherwise...where is the math that shows that leading to a happy life? Not happy as in Madison Avenue Etc. but happy as in you are at peace with yourself and your choices that you are doing what you do out of the need to do it (call it love, hey, doesn't bother me), not the need to be Stuart Smalley or some shit like that. I don't believe that Genius Is Pain, nor to I believe in The Tortured Artist. I do believe in genius, and I do believe in pain, and I do believe in tortured and I do believe in artist, but I do NOT believe that those words inevitably fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. To that end, if you choose to be in investigator rather than a replicator, embrace frustration as a cost of doing business. If that's gonna be a problem...probably not the career choice for you. I mean, I get that life is not fair and that the game is rigged and all that, but the underground is a place to be be able to strive to deny that, not to affirm it, especially not willingly and/or enthusiastically.

Hey, make it out this way and I'll treat you to one. A summer weeknight after a Little League or soccer game is when the whole thing really comes together. Either that or Sunday after church if you're in one of those really small towns (I'm not). But even without the trappings, those things are GOOD. One year at Thanksgiving they had Pumpkin Pie Blizzards, and they used a whole can of pumpkin pie filling in each one (I had a large, so that's probably why the whole can, but it was Libby's or some other grocery store stuff, not some generic DQ-label generic faux-concoction), and real pie crust (ok, "real" pie crust, but it still tasted like pie crust). I've tried to do the Sonic shake thing, especially with half-price after 8 PM, but those things leave a sweet residue that kinda bugs me. Not Blizzards. What the difference is, I couldn't tell you. Sorry to be DQ-ing in the Mister Frostee thread, but it's ice cream I know. No offense, I hope.