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Proposition - owners of any such material be given the option to make the recordings and associated peripherals such as liner notes and cover art available through the Library Of Congress in perpetuity in exchange for a tax write off in the amount of a scientifically calculated formula to be determined by lawyers, accountants, Las Vegas call girls, and random rural sheriffs. This would be against projected sales for the next 100 years. Publishers could make a similar deal, because then we're talking about REAL money. Of course, it's a plan that needs some work (don't we all?), but there is no excuse for something like this ever being unavailable at/trough legitimate channels because the "numbers" don't "add up". Fuck it - I pay taxes, taht's where I want part of my taxes to be spent. Voice of one the people, etc. Don't "end" fraud, waste, and abuse, just redirect it into something I can feel good about. That's the American way.

I totally concree with that, It's like, if trees went blind, they'd not know they were the forest, isn't that the old saying?

http://www.albany.edu/music/451readings/Jones_Baraka_ChangingSame.pdf

But about these kids today, can any of them write a ballad worth a shit that's actually go CHANGES, with more than one "surprise" chord? Because if it's just one, it's not a surprise, it's a con. Write a whole song with changes, and then put the touchy feeley words to it and put that little headbob beat, THAT'S writing a ballad for today. And let's talk about young African-American's access to The Jazz Iconistry - unless they get to it through crate-digging (osmotic or direct), the only "formal" transmission is likely to be through some Marsailinistic institutional schoolified dogmatics, and we all know where that is set up to lead. I say encourage the hip-hop-centric individuals to pursue wihout discouragement their paths and discoveryings. Identity is to be claimed, not conferred. Just...start writing some decent ballads, ok?

Hopefully somebody catches up to, like, 2002. Esperanza Spaulding has been trying. but there's so much baggage in getting out of one thing and opening up another.

Keep in mind that these words only apply when applied to somebody you don't know yet. They may very well turn out to be that, but until then, you get that red flag feelin'.

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Yes, "stellar", there we go.

It's been my experience that the only thing a joke has to do to "deserve" to be famous is to have it old a whole lot over the years, i.e. = become famous.

Modern-ish Day Equivalent: Drunk Biker to Band: PLAY FREEBIRD! Band ignores Drunk Biker Drunk Biker to Band, louder: Play FREEBIRD! Band ignores Drunk Biker again...etc. Finally Drunk Biker goes up to the edge of the bandstand and slurs out. :Hey don't you deafass sons of bitches take requests?" Guitar player calmly says, "sure, what can we do for you?" Drunk Biker says, "Well for starters, you can all suck my dick and kiss my motherfuckin' ass...AND THEN GET BACK UP THERE AND PLAY SOME GODDAMN FREEBIRD". It would work with any song, but Drunk Biker & Freebird conjure an immediate association in the contemporary minds of people of a certain age and experience. Same thing with Melancholy Baby and drunks. As to whether or not it's funny, hey...

My point is rather that the punch line could have been uttered with regards to any song....it has nothing to do with "Melancholy Baby" and so for me if the joke is worthy of being considered a famous joke about "Melancholy Baby" it ought to have something to do with the song, the lyrics, etc... I think the fact that the joke was already being made at the time is a testament that the song was already a cliched favorite with jerky saloon patrons of the time, same as Freebird is for jerky rock fans. What the joke might lose in immediate contemporary cachet, it makes up for in potential sociological time capsule.

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"stabilizing force"

Kamasi Washington not aiming at older white jazz fans say whaaaaaaaaaaat? Jazz cannot survive without this key demographic!

Nobody recalls Fantail? Curious when it was released.

Apparently Fred Mertz was the first person to sing the song in public, under his vaudeville name of William Frawley, which he later changed to "Bub" when he too the Steve Douglas gig. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Melancholy_Baby I bet Ethel slapped the shit out of him every time he sang that song. One more vote for Ethel over Judy in this year's Common Sense Sweepstakes.

Nothing wrong with that cut that Ronald Isley and a little slower tempo couldn't do wonders for. Or even that tempo, if the bass player had some kind of pump goin' on. That's what I like about latter-day Ingognito, that bass always got that pump, not volume, pocket. However, that's an old guy talking. Everything today is faster, lighter, smaller footprint, etc. Got everything on all the time so shit's gott respect the other shit's space if it wants to be admitted for consideration. So maybe to its targeted audience this shit sounds like suishysexglide to last all night long. To me, its got that fasthardnovariationofanythingbutposition vibe of contemporary fuckporn.

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Dick Hitt http://www.texasmonthly.com/content/last-obit Shere Hite Lionel Hampton

You've seen this, right? http://basementrug.com/600 Musicians: Bill Ludlow – piano Bob Ludlow – bass, trumpet Jim Walrath – drums Wayne Mendro – alto sax, flute, vibes Now, apparently there's one person in the U.S. named Wayne Mendro http://names.whitepages.com/Wayne/Mendro and if that's right, he's been spotted in Washington: http://methowguardianangels.org/matches.html and he is a jazz musician: http://methowvalleynews.com/2014/01/01/winter-jazz-back-at-the-merc/ so you gotta ask if Jim Walrath is any relation to Jack from the Montana days...

This is like latter-day Incognito with somewhat better soloists. I really don't see why the fuss, for or against, and I really don't mind later-day Incognito, especially as sunny day road music with people in the car who don't understand stressing out on music, like fuck that neurotic shit, we got all the stress you and me can both handle in our regular lives, why do we need to look for more of it already? And this will fit that bill just fine, thank you. I mean, plenty of people have their existential crises outside the arena of music. I'm like, hey, better they still have good players playing well than bad players playing bullshit, or, especially, good pa;lyers playing bullshit, because if THAT'S all it takes to make you happy, your existential crisis sounds more like a case of whinyassbitch than it sounds like a real life problem. But if you really DO have all that other shit going on, and just want some kind of a musical chillout, placebo or otherwise, and you like it polished and relatable at YOUR level of non-insultation, good for ya' at that, and to the people who provide that musical service, good for them too, it's an honest living. Latter-day Incognito is like 70s for my children, this is like 70s for my grandkids. I guess everybody gonna need them some 70s at some point. I can dig that, that was when people still had dreams that didn't involve porn and Instagram and all that The Whole World Is Watching, So Spread Your Legs Bitch mindset. Different drugs then, better drugs, at least until they weren't.

There's no such thing as slack in territory wars.