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Metal bats would be an abomination. All the DH does is ensure that never again will it be third and goal from the 3 and you're forced to bring your placekicker in to play halfback and then further forced to give him the ball. I see no reason for the leagues to conform. What destroys the "internal construct", not of any single game but of "the game" as a whole is interleague play and the unbalanced schedule. But even that's not so much ruining anything as it is shifting the nature of the season from one of getting results from a tightly controlled experiment to one of getting results from as series of increasingly arbitrary "exhibition" games. Which, ok, it's still baseball, and it's still the best game there is. And let's face it - the collective "we" tends to favor exhibition over experiment most any damn day. So sell them tickets and play them games!

A search of Caedmon LP covers did not yield a match, but it did provide some interesting results nevertheless.

DHs have slumps too.

Chamber season picks back up on Monday night.

PM sent on Evan Parker -- After Appleby $20 Evan Parker -- The Needles $20 Evan Parker -- 50th Birthday Concert $20

This won't help any...

Bobby Jones of Mingus fame...played on "Seventeen" and other records by Boyd Bennett, played on one Woody Herman Phillips record, his DB profile mentions that he also played with one of the Ray McKinley Miller bands, and, hey, so he did. There might be more, I can't watch 'em all. But oh yeah, Bobby Nichols in the section.

Maybe looping Meet The Residents all day, including the drive to the Meyerson, was not the best way to get "in the mood" for Mozart, but...maybe it wouldn't matter. I just don't feel it. Everybody played wonderfully though, it was a joy listening to the execution, but the piece itself...sorry, I'm not your guy. Shostakovich, however...normally I watch the players, but learning that Canellakis got the call just 20 minutes(!!!!!) before Thursday's opening night (my email "alert" was sent yesterday at 2:30 PM), I said ok, I'm watching her for this one, big, massive. weighty piece, somebody else has conducted all the rehearsals, what is this gonna be all about? What it was all about was bringing it. I kept looking to see if she ever let it get away from her, where she was following the band instead of the other way around, and whenever it felt like it was going to start heading that way, up went the focus, up went the intensity with the face and the hands, and no, she had this. She had this. now i want to look at the score for this thing, her time was so sure, yet so flowing, and the phrases seemed to sing out of her conducting, but the lengths of those phrases seem to certainly be asymmetrical and the cross-rhythms quite involved...magnificent structure to the composition, and exquisitely interpreted by all. I had seen her conduct once before, at a suburban "community" concert,w here the rep was predictable and the living was easy. But this was definitely not that. This had some sparks flying, some musical joltage. The audience reaction, mine included, was immediate and more than a little intense. The orchestra was beaming, as well they should have been. It's a good band playing really well. Not only that, but the organization seems to be doing the same. This continues to be fun. Hello! YO! Made that work, for sure!

Yeah, one of those guys you (ok, I) couldn't help but being reflexively entertained by, were they serious or just hyper-deadpan. Both. And hey, Sid Page. A BAD man! Wish I could find the Don Kirshner clip of "I Scare Myself"...whew. If I had a dollar for every time I've told somebody "how can I miss you when you won't go away?", I'd not be rich, but I would be better off financially. RIP, and thanks for never not knowing. or if you prefer.

I think it's "for" anybody who hears it and likes it. That's not particularly complicated.

I'm leaving you here to find a way to live that doesn't involve me. Whether you die or not is up to you. Seriously, we need some NSA shit up in here or something to figure this one out.

I had the same issue several times this AM as well, but I just refreshed the screen and it came right back up normally. Literally seconds later. "Parser" has to do with change the "www" address to a regular IP number, basically, correct? If so, that means it could be anywhere along the way on your internetical highways, good luck figuring that out without some traceypingypacketytesty stuff that would have to be done at exactly the right moment.

It could be anything, really...I've had this thing up on my phone, expanded, and then stood 6-8 feet back to see if anything came into focus. The only thing that was really consistent after 20-30 tries was the impression of this being a young woman with long hair. However, that raises the issue - did women generally wear long straight hair like this ca. 1963 or thereabouts? Not so much that I know of. There's always the possibility that this is a pop, folk, or spoken word, record, in which case, I give up. Not that I don't anyway.

Yes? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Can-can

Calypso or can-can? Those are two different routes to explore...

Wonder if this is the new guy? http://www.vinylrecorddude.com/home.html

This is what looks like it might be a lady's head to me.

This is what looks like the young lady to me. And here is the title alone. Do we have any really geeky image software users who can tighten these up and make it show clearly?

J.R. looks like he's in The Ramones.

Dagmar The Mardag Foundation Richard Gramad

No idea who listens to what 40 or so years later, but Don Myrick here...my first "real" band to work with/in was in 1975, an African-American frat party band and we covered this (hell, about 3/4 of Gratitude)...had to have the female singer cover it, but the sax player got the sax solo, ya' know? When I was able to hit that thing at the end, it was glorious, it was warm in the heart, warm in the house...and when I didn't, it was not. It was not. I get why DJs and machines, and ok, times change people and people change times. Good things have come from that. But people should still play for other people, you right there in front of them, and them in front of you. It's not that we lose something by using the machines per se, it's that we lose something when we don't ever play right there in front of you, and you in front of us. All of us, right there, right now, real time. Real time. A DJ can do some great things, and the drama of spinning in real time and the potential for person-to-person connections from doing so should not be underestimated. But groups of players in front of groups of peoples, that is altogether its own thing. Community. Anyway, that was one hell of band in its surging prime, and fullest possible props/love/awe to Charles Stepney for doing all what he did, but more than anything else, here's to the power of possibilities, attempted or realized. Keep your head to the sky indeed.

Meditate on how the difference between "Bird" and "Bud" = IR U=I Are You=We Are Each Other=We Are One And The Same. Cosmic.

Did not realize that Abby Elliot was Chris' daughter/Bob's granddaughter. She had some good moments on SNL.

Coming up Saturday

Kind Of Blue music and On The Corner characters. The Great Reconciliation begins, perhaps quite accidentally, perhaps not.