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I well recall Larry's review, and I listen to as much Sal Mosca as I can get my hands on, although not as often as I can get my hands on it. Over the years, as Larry suggests, he's evolved into quite a distinctive niche player, if you know what I mean, couldn't have happened without Tristano, but not really speaking that language as overtly as he once did. I guess he really led the hermetic lifestyle, though. I seem to recall an inrview with him somewhere in the last decade or two where he said he's looking forward to playing with Oscar Pettiford, or something like that. Isolation - works wonders for developing one's personal art, not worth a damn for getting gigs.

It should be noted that: Not only do chicken have fingers, so do steak.Whatever fish might have begun as, fingers or sticks, they have now mutated into shapes. Fish shapes. Go to lunch with your closest elementary school family member on the right day and "sea" for yourself.Pig have always had feet and knuckles, both quite the tasty, yet never that I know of, fingers. Or toes.Proof positive that once you start to eat something, evolution will do or not do what it will do. Ol' Cappy there was originally from American, so I'd not trust him to science your food. You know how we do. Just sayin'. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clarence_Birdseye

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Who doesn't love Julio Franco! http://espn.go.com/mlb/story/_/id/13630613/at-57-years-old-julio-franco-playing-baseball-japan

Chicken have fingers. Fish have sticks.

Ok, process of elimination of the Al Casey cut: http://www.allmusic.com/album/buck-jumpin-mw0000677607

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Stanley Cowell plays SO much piano, and always - meat. Generally not flashy or firework-y, perhaps easily overlooked or somewhat slept on because of that, but always, meat. Past what's already been rec-ed, I'd conditionally advise going for the sideman dates over the later leader dates. Fertile, fertile territory. Of course, the later leader dates are fine as well. It's not that they pale in comparison, it's just that...damn, that dude as been on some really righteous records, lots of them. But also, this - it's not really a "leader date" per se, but if you find the Concord CD of the Piano Jazz show he did, jump on it. It's a total delight, really. Also on Strata-East - The Piano Choir records, especially the second one. Idiosyncratic concept that might require a different listening "focal point" to fit it all in, but - marvelous music.

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too easy...sorry... Flip Wilson Flip Phillips Wilson Phillips

Sweet!

King Curtis on 16?

Saw it today, liked it. But it's a movie, it's definitely a movie, so go for entertainment, not for education.

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We still have seven games left against the Astros, which makes for some interesting math as far as Division Championship vs Wild Card goes, especially with the Astros showing signs of their own wobble, but...this team has not yet convinced me that it would make that much a difference except math...maybe I'm being a bit old-school about "earning" your place in the post-season meaning anything more than, ok, your W-L record is all you need to have earned anything, but...so be it. Like I said earlier, just playing meaningful baseball in September is gift - and surprise - enough for me. Have not really followed the NL that much this year, but it seems to me that the AL this season has largely been a living example of that most awful of sports realities, "parity". Royals very close, but otherwise, not team with a .600 or better winning percentage and A's aside, no team with less than a .479 (for the sake of bitching, let's call it .480) one. So that's just a lot of..."good" and ""not so good" teams, right? Some years are easier to be enthusiastic about than others. When I was a kid, these "out of nowhere" things were exciting. Nowadays, they're just as likely to be annoying as anything, the whole "I'd rather be lucky than good" thing is just so...childish. At some point, dreams need to become goals, and goals take more than just luck to achieve. At some point, hell yeah, you got to be good. And then be good some more. I'm old enough to remember pre-divisional baseball, never mind throwing in a Wild Card team, never mind now having a play-in game for that Wild Card spot. At some point, jesus, you play 162 games. I that's not enough to determine who's for real and who's just getting lucky, screw it, don't have a 162 season, just set up a six month tournament and laissez les bons temps rouler, you know what I'm saying? Now, having said that...I'm not yet crank enough to say the same thing about "I'd rather be lucky than bad".

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The internets are suggesting that this was a French release, which I have no problem believing,.

No, it's not. Until it is...thankfully, most of us have a really high threshold for things like that. Unfortunately, most is not all. It's dangerous out there, if not always in the literal sense.Sanity, I think, is more easily imitated than it is actually possessed.