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I do not wear a watch, have not worn a watch since 1974, don't even own one now, and can still find a way to know what time it is when it matters. And if I ever do buy a watch, it's not gonna be from Apple You know what else goes on your wrists? Handcuffs. Speaking of which, I don't wear a wedding ring either, and have remained faithful for every day - and night - of my marriage. So when Apple comes out with their iCockring, I'll not be getting that either.

Not a bad singer, actually, although by the standards of the time, I can see how easy it would be to get lost in the shuffle.

He's one of those guys who nowadays sounds better to me in the car than he does at home, which is no way a value judgement, because a lot of shit neither sounds good to me in the car or at hone. Tell you what, though - if this doesn't sound good to you in your car, pull over, take a break, maybe let somebody else drive for a while. And frankly, Veedon Fleece needs to be heard in the car, or whilst otherwise moving through space. That's music that essentially conflicts with the notion of finite and fixed, so get high, hit the road, put on headphones & blindfolds, hell, do all at once, just be responsible abut it. Otherwise, don't bother, no good will come out of it any other way Now, having said all these good things, I have to be honest - I totally lost interest somewhere in the early 1980s. I kept reading all these gushing reviews and kept hearing all these kinda uninspired records with a "mood" and a voice that little by little kept decaying, and for my time, that voice is what makes it all mean something, not what it does, but how it does it (as Mr. Nessa so well described Booker Ervin, and Booker Ervin is another voice that best reveals itself listened to whilst one is in motion...these are vibrations, right? literally, and vibrations by definition are motion...and I think Lee Konitz made a record about motion, and a damn good one too, so that's Ervin & Elvin to consider at once, and, game over, physics FTW) It's also why I have never had any use for the Grateful Dead, really, noodly, sometimes better, playing, but DAMN those are some sadass no singing motherfuckers. So...life is short, right, and I had just gone through my James Brown Polydor nearly-completionist phase, and thank god for 99 cent used records, that's all I can say about that. I already knew who Pee Wee ellis was, and maybe someday. But maybe/probably not. But as they say, shit happens, especially in life, and especially to voices, and what you get done before it does matters.

So, this is a wrestling thing, right?

I think that's what he was thinking about his bass when they took that picture.

http://variety.com/2015/music/people-news/monica-lewis-actress-singer-dead-dies-at-93-1201518835/ Briefly married to Bob Theile, dated Ronald Regan, so have many degrees of that is it from Pharoah Sanders to Ed Meese, and do you really want to think about that?

Reminds of Baraka/Jones' comment about that band having the street name "The Assassins".

Is this real, or is this one of those wrestling things?

Ornette reached to more worlds than just jazz, or just music, even. People in all the "forward thinking" arts knew "Ornette Coleman", some even knew what he was all about, but all of them accepted inspiration from the concept. Perhaps you could say that Ornette was to alternative/underground arts culture what Miles was to mainstream pop culture, somebody whose name alone was an instantly understood point of reference in any conversation. Or perhaps that's an overstatement. Even if it is, I do think it safe to say that "Ornette" extended past the territory of jazz. More than half a century! Leonard Bernstein sat in with the Five Spot quartet, although I don't think I would really want to hear the results, I'd have loved to have been there to have seen it.

He brought his group with Francesca Tanksley (and whatever happened to her?) and, iirc, Louie Spears & Malcolm Hinson to the DMA "Jazz Under The Stars" somewhere in the early 90(?). The opening act was a James Clay group featuring a just-happened-to-be-in-town Bobby Bradford, and Clay was so late for his own gig that they started without him. Those were the days. Billy killed it though (as did Tanksley). And really, is one of the nicest guy to talk to I've ever encountered.

Sparrow? If not, then Bird?

Kinda rough...

Thank you, that got it, much appreciated.

Let me just say that the tune selection is impeccable, leaning as heavily as it does on CTI Turrentine. That stuff is iconic. Every way that CTI went wrong for most other people went right for Turrentine.

First Ornette I ever heard - the "Una Muy Bonita" Atlantic 45. To this day, I still hear the fades when hearing that tune. First time I realized how upsetting Ornette could be - buying Free Jazz in Louisville in 1971 while there on a summer vacation visiting one of Dad's old Army buddies, who had kids about my same age who were also into music, and who was all "hey Jim, let's hear that record you bought, I bet it's some far out stuff!" First Ornette record that really grabbed me by the real-time balls and made me get a band together RIGHT NOW to play music like THIS - Dancing In Your Head. First Ornette record that nudged me into finally accepting what I already knew about how music was going to "work" in the digital age - Tone Dialing. It's not enough for a prophet to guess right. That's not a prophet, that's just a lucky son of a bitch. A prophet has to get it right and have it be proven right, not by force of will, but by the irresistible forces of inevitability. There ya' go, that was Ornette. IS Ornette. A freakin' Atlantic 45. How many lives have been changed by some kind of an Atlantic 45?

Ordinarily I would make some kind of an alto joke, but today is so not the day...

...sigh...

Just concluded an absolutely flawless transation with a German seller through Discogs. Hate to be ignorant (again), but how does one leave a feedback/rating for a seller?

I don't see the attraction of commercial-free services. Hell, I grew up in a house with one TV that only got four stations and none of them were NET. And I took a bus to school, only walked when I wanted to. So, not spoiled, not nostalgic, just...not bothered by commercials per se. Otherwise, 10 busk here, ten bucks there, next thing you know, we're talking aobut real money jsut to get away from commercials, and hell, with the money I save, I can buy a CD or a used vinyls or something. Or a tank of gas. Or something.

Done, Now let's move on. But thanks for noticing. I hadn't. Now, about that clip...

But Lazaro wants to offer the album as a premium/incentive to his station's subscribers. How is that supposed to work? "For your pledge of $X we'll send you a link to an Amazon download"? You know what I got the first time I subscribed to KERA=FM? Freaking Super Chief, that's what. Freaking amazing. And it was a "promotional copy". But hell, that's what it was used for, for promotion. Maybe entities should be allowed to preload their Amazon account for predesignated items, but that hardly seems like a "gft". For my personal collection, hey, I don't care, I'll take anything. But as a gift? The only links I want to get will have casing on them.

Apparently the Internet Is Our Friend here, as is Michael! The mention of The Partridge Family reminds of the We Are The Levitts album on ESP, which tries to be all things to all Levitts, including the teeny bopper Levitts, but also includes some under the radar Chick Corea & Ronnie Cuber for the other Levitts. But back to the Moffets...Ken, have you heard any of those others?

I don't mind hype, god bless hype, it's how most anybody knows anything, and buyer beware, always. And I totally get the self-determination music aspect of this and all the other things looking to reframe or at least focus the inner conversation(s), but...past that, another reality is that lost time is not found again, and shit, people are just now, figuring out, oh, hey, that Steve Coleman guy's been into some shit after all, gee, who knew? and in a sane and/or sensible world, there would have been a healthy symbiosis with Steve Coleman and R&B, as there was with Miles back in the day. But no, the "mainstream" was all about Pride & Tradition on one side of the street, Gangsta Ho' Me's on the other, and the motherfucker who wasn't on one side or the other got ran over. Retrenchment of Nihilism, same destination, differnt avenues. People wanna say, oh, that's normal, it's always been like that, and well, I'don't know about "usually", I've not lived that long, but as far as "always", no I'll call bullshit on "always" in this regard. So yeah, lost time, not found, except..not lost, still not really found, yet, I'm telling you - no matter where all this ends up, it's gonna have to eventually go through here, if only for a minute. Mathematical inevitability, if only because the gift does indeed keep on giving.