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I bought it, listened to it for a couple of days exclusively, and remain satisfied, extra-satisfied, actually, with the new material. It's fresh! Probably the only reason for a purchaser to be wary is if they have a reactionary phobia against strings in general, and/or of pop songs not played as revolt-bop.

I watched High society again over the weekend...in so many ways, nothing to do with Louis Armstrong, in so many ways, definitive Louis Armstrong...I'm to the point now to where I don't care how dreadful/contrived/corney/show-biz/whatever-negative the environs are (and High Society is actually pretty fine, really, Bing Crosby hippest white guy ever? not cool, but hip), whenever Louis Armstrong is there, I'm happy to see him, and less happy when he leaves. The man was, and in death remains, a life-force for the ages. I'd be all for making his birthday a secular/religious holiday like Christmas.

And that Jaro album of his is a stone classic.

The answer to "are defenders getting smarter these days?" is not necessarily, but some organizations are getting wise to how to use spray charts in a more refined manner than ever, thus the increasing number of effective shifts. It's not so much the wave of the future as it is the new here and now, because they work, simple as that. Statistical analysis meaningfully directing game plan. Hitters are going to have to learn to adapt, but how much of hitting is instinct, and how much of that instinct can be redirected on a consistent basis?

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I remember finally getting to see Alfie on VHS and being pissed as hell when the movie came to an end and instead of more Sonny Rollins (or even Dionne Warwick) there was some Cilla Black, I mean, Cilla Black? WTF? And even still, yeah, that, but this is some of the cooler footage I've seen on YouTube in a while, and oh, to have something simular for any Bacharach/Dionne session.

Three Dog Night may have done it better, but Cilla Black did it first, and it does not suck in any regard:

That cat could play. RIP. It seems like everybody should know this record, but I keep finding people who don't so...

Getting the Rangers to play their A-game with any consistency is dangerous too. That's why Arlington is winning all these safety awards.

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Not ambient, not really, but pre-Vista:

In all seriousness, that raga collection looks to be a good recommendation.

Byas-A-Drink, eh? Was he pissed at Prestige because of the MPS licensing, or anything else in particular, or, like, just because?

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Yeah, Amzon Germany got it here this past Tuesday, not bad. But - shipped by "Royal Mail"...does Germany still Royal? Or does Germazon just collect the orders?

Oh no, not silly at all. I've earned all my phobias through hard-won negative life experiences. White framed glasses and big heads for sure (although to be fair, Gayle King got that shit down to a science, man, but otoh, she's somebody on my TV every morning, that's as far as that's gone, going, and/or will go, and check it out, she variate that shit up with some depth of compulse,, not some impulsionized fllittygirl fashicue). Or conversely, sorta, people whose eyeglasses are too big for their heads, to where they look like they got tv picture tubes on their heads (and again, props and cred to GK for keeping the proportinality within the aesthetic realms of propertiety). Nuh-uh, not dropping my guard there, no sir, not gonna happen. You feel free to welcome them in your world, they'll be there instead of in mine, win/win for everybody, you, me, them, everybody, all at once, at the same time. Also people who are too skinny for their age and who lean forward just a little too far when they introduce themselves with a handshake. These are all things to assess before readily/fully enthusiasing. and there are more, so many more.... Not silly at all.....grrrblllplxlfssssssss.....

I thought I recalled readings some "so what's it like having your father-in-law as your section leader? interview somewhere, maybe in one of those Creative World bulletins (god I wish I had kept those...), but I'd not put any hard money on it.

Also keep your eyes open for this one. Sal Nistico goes deep on this one, some of the ballads are profoundly sad...

One more addition to the Park-lore, nothing musical, just human interest, and John Tapscott no doubt has more detail on it than I do, but anyway... During Park's time as Kenton's lead altoist (only altoist, as Kenton only used one in the section), his son Kim was on the band as bari player. Also on the band was Mary Fettig on tenor(???? maybe it was her horn that JP borrowed that night?). anyway, while all three were in the same section, Kim & Mary hooked up, fell in love, and got married. So all this in a road band, always on a bus, father, son, wife, husband, wife, daughter in law, father in law - and section mates. How that all worked out over the long haul, I have no idea, but of all the weird things that happen on the road, that's not generally one of them.

Yeah, first live jazz I ever saw was Basie w/Lockjaw. Big Bands DID come back, and they came through as well! I was lucky enough to be around for the last breaths of several key continuums, traveling big bands being one of them. The only one I missed was Ellington, and there was an opportunity for that that fell through at the last second, dammit. But Basie, Herman, Rich, they were still touring,as real,living bands, no ghost or tribute bands, the real deals. Whole 'nother world. another 70s ex-Kentonite who had something strong going on was Tony Campise. Exponentially more flamboyant than Park, but equally personal, if you can allow for a personal variant on Rahsaan, which I think you can, because past Kirk's multi-horn world (or more accurately, deep at the roots of it) was a unique phrasing and harmonic sense made possible by the circular breathing, all of which Campise picked up on and took to heart. His flute playing was overtly mimicry, but his sax work...it would take a while to sink in where this guy was coming from, but once it did, it was oh, wow, nobody else is really hearing things like this, through this lens, ain't that a bitch! There's some YT clips of Campise playing with local bands in his later days, and they are "nice", but with Kenton...he was fired up with Kenton, let's put it that way. RIP. Another seriously overlooked player is John Board. As far as I know, the only jazz record he made was with Sonny Stitt, that DJ's Lounge side. But holy shit, this cat...just a BEAUTIFUL player in every regard, one of the most beautiful, really. Chops and FLAYVA,, lots of flayvah, Lots.

Pete's living in Seattle now, so you Pacific NW-esters, take advantage! I saw Park a few times with Kenton, and the best I heard him play was on a dance gig (the only dance gig I ever saw a "name band" play, and a look into a world that still existed as sustenance even as it was being eradicated as statement. Sometimes there were charts, and sometimes Kenton would simply call on a player to meet a crowd request and the number would be soloist + trio. And sometimes, the Dick Shearer led trombones would chime in with improvised pad chords, with some of the players aiming towards altered tones rather obviously, and that was big fun to hear unfold, because they were all listening on the fly, big time. Anyway, they got a request for "Stardust", Kenton called on Park, and Park grabbed a tenor. Four choruses, maybe five, of some of the damndestly fluid tenor playing I've ever heard. Not necessarily an original vocabulary, but...not always important. Just clear, lucid ideas flowing from the horn, on and on. Linear development like a mofo. Magnificent. And then I realized, hey this was a dance date, not even advertised outside of the organization that put it on, who knows how many of these type gigs how many of thee type bands were still doing in those days, and who knows how much playing like this - wonderfully spoken delineations of familiar themes and variations that will not be recorded or enthused about because of the arena in which it was occurring - is going off into the ether?

Whoa...Tony Campise perhaps, as well, but Park left less of a trace.

I shoulda said DiMaggio?