JSngry

Yes sir. They filed a law suit themselves and talked a lot of shit during and now, after the process. I get the shit talk about Gaye's greedy kids and all that but the lesson learned here is if you think people are looking for a payday, sometimes the cheaper way is to give it to them. You're right it could have been simply...., out of respect for Marvin, we're going to end this thing. See, I don't think these boys knew just what kind of old-school fighters they were up against, that they didn't know who Marvin Gaye III really was (and what shape he's in now), or Janis Hunter, how all THAT went town (beginning with her being Slim Gaillard's daughter), or Nona Gaye, where she was when Marvin/Janis were breaking bad/up, you're talking about people who came up knowing getting ripped off and held out on and not getting a helping hand from any side but the back. Not JUST taht, but enough to have some old school MAKE THEM PAY running hard in their veins. Shit, they see this cuteass whiteboy and this Smokey The Bear hat-wearing Industry Darling doing Marvin's shit and getting paid large for it, you KNOW there's a fight. And these dumbass kids, hell, all they did, at least all they thought they were doing, was having fun and making money, because that's what their type of people do, right, music's for everybody, right, it's a gift, what do you mean I gotta pay taxes on this shit, am I not allowed to be inspired to share the gift? Etc. These kids, they just didn't get it, they thought they were right (and legally, I'm inclined to agree that they were). But shit, you got a crackhead half-Gordy (and not through Anna), an aging hippie woman who took who know how much trading and abuse and drugs and whatnot from her ex-husband (who btw, got pretty much drained dry by HIS ex-wife, a Gordy, and his ex-father-in-law, THE Gordy, AND by his own demons), and Nona, who seems to be ok enough publicly, but jesus, to see what she did when she did, how is there not some damage there?), you think these people gonna be logical about this shit? Hell no - they've been buked and they been scorned, SOMEBODY GONNA PAY, DAMMIT. People done lost the awareness of how, uh...REAL the oldschool R&B life was, even/especially the "clean" shit of Motown. These boys and girls today, they think they're protected from all that shit, they don't see it coming, hell, I do not know that they would think that anybody that old could be that rough about it. They just worry about gangstas and shit, but today's gangstas, when they in fact are that, you don't need to worry about them, they don't hide it. These old-school survivors always got some dirt in reserve for your ass, believe that. Next time this shit comes around, whoever the young boys and girls getting papers on 'em are need to hire some aging ass Motown lawyer or somebody who knows what game is being played and who knows how to play it. Keep this nonsense out of the trial and give some people some money just to show there's no hard feelings, we know that respect has a price, here's your money, now fuck off before we decide to play hardball back on your ripped-off asses. See y'all on Facebook or wherever it is that the folks go to be where life has no body or souls, just "likes".

Yeah, now THAT'S the shit that needs to be sued on all the way into a trial.

People Of Dignity would have never let this have gone to trial. There'd have been a deal cut beforehand and the Official Word would have been that out of respect for the genius and eternal inspiration of the Great Marvin Gaye, a mutually beneficial agreement has been reached, terms not disclosed. Lump sum, points on all future sales/uses, everything on paper but not in the papers. But no, these young motherfuckers want to go to court out of principle or some shit. They don't realize how dangerous that can be. Marvin did.

Her and Ray Barretto had a baby, you know.

Oh, ok. brenton Wood - http://recordstoreday.com/SpecialRelease/8056 it's a pretty weak album once you get past the two hits. Concord? Who's getting THIS write-off? And really, bob Moses? http://www.dominorecordco.us/usa/news/12-02-15/bob-moses-all-in-all-compilation-available-april-21-watch-video-for-first-to-cry Fuck these guys, get another name gottamn it, it's bad enough there was that other band called Air. Maybe they're good, I don't know, but fuck them for that name.

Two WTF? questions: Brenton Wood on Concord? Bob Moses on CD?

Aw man, people do anything in public these days and then complain about invasions of privacy and shit. Ya' think? It's a fool that drinks all the water and then wonders where it all went.

See, this is from before people got used to lap dances and shit.

What is a "sleek, hard clamshell box"?

Oh, it's no illusion. Once you get a look at the 1-3 agencies that book damn near ALL the "big" festivals (such as they still exist), you realize that SOMEBODY'S making some pretty good bread off of this music. Where the illusion part comes in is the same place it does in any other industry, in the lie that all you have to do is work hard and live right and buy the right gear, then you too can be somebody, just like Jazzstar Artist X. Uh, sure.

Either selling product or(and) making a statement is a laudable goal, each n its own way. But to make a record just to get a review, jeez, that's about the lamest, weakass reason to do anything.

JOS also appears, uncredited, in one episode of the original Bill Cosby Show as a janitor mopping up the gym floor after a game. Cosby's talking to somebody on the way out, says, "Hey, Jim" in passing, JOS returns the hey, and that's it. But there he is. This must be why he moved to L.A., to get them good roles. This is not Jimmy Smits, correct?

Down Beat exists to feed "the industry", not to drive it. Of course, it was always so (I've read the back issues going back to 194(or so), and it wasn't until the early/middle 1950s that there was not a strong/stronger/strongest on "the bands", meaning any damn band, not just jazz bands. They need money, of course, so you can't blame just them. The people who fund "the industry" have an agenda, as do the people who don't fund it, but you know what they say, money talks, bullshit runs a freakin' marathon. I've been giving this advice o all "jazz people" for a while now, might as well do it one more time - stop worrying about "acceptance" and "spotlight" by and from "the industry". They don't need you, you don't need them. Do your thing for your people, and be happy about getting that done. That's right, jazz and jazz people - when it comes to all this, NOBODY LOVES YOU! Get over it and move on from there.

Ultra-tangentially, on some (all?) of the old Second City LPs I have, the Musical Director was Bill Mathieu.

You know, shit like this is open to interpretation, like, you know, WHO SAYS? THEY SAYS! and all that, but that's Art Math, Interpretational Equationality. And that's cool, all kinds of non-traditional equations to get to alternate conclusions, but if you wanna get paid right and/or not fall out of that tree because you choose to interpret gravity before recognizing it, hey, learn how "they" do it. Cover that and THEN interpret.

I can't think of any off hand, but I know there've been a few. Talk about efficiency, write a song, make a record, it connects with the masses, all in under two minutes. Hell, it take me longer than that to find my glasses sometimes!

This is why I only listen to dead people.

That's how I came up with 50. This. By default, multiplications/divisions are always performed before additions/subtractions. If the intent is otherwise, group it accordingly. Otherwise, yes, 50.

Shelley lands on his feet (as always!)!

Does it smell like Kim's ass? I don't see how it couldn't help but smell like Kim's ass. I mean, it looks like Kim's ass.

This one arrived from New Orleans?!?!?!?!?!?!

I was having some seriously pissed-off feelings about Firefox until a few days ago, when 31.0.1 came by. All the freezing/memory bugginess seem to have stopped, at least for a little while. Better the devil you know, etc. I really like that Firefox is not owned by Google. That's about it as far as what I really like about it, but that's enough!

It's official, then. Dallas kills.

RIP. His evolution did not stop. It was quiet but it never stopped. RIP.

There are times - only times, mind you - when I actually enjoy all that for the memories it brings of hearing music on a "get it while, where, and when" can basis, becuase there were so many things that that was the only way you could get to the music in question. Like, I was real bad about going through my parent's friends record collections and asking them if they really wanted this LP, and if not, could I have it. Or, as I got older, just any occasion for going inside somebody's house was an excuse to look through their records and then buy that record if they didn't really want it, and never mind once I started hangling out with older musicians and their girlfriends and their dealers and all THAT kind of circuit. Or radio stations, even, be on a road trip, pass by some out in the boonies radios station, ask them if they had any old copies of shit they're never play ever again. It didn't always work, but often enough, it did. And sometimes, hell, the noise and the imperfections and especially the reverb-added and or "electronically re channeled for stereo" horrors, time and place, for real. Big time, one that I'm not conjuring up, one that I'm revisiting. Of course, that's listening to the record, not listening to the music. But if that's how you first, and in a few cases, still, the only way you heard it, then that's where the music is, if only because back then, I was too naive to tell the difference. And as far as ambiance - I mean, who really wants to hear a clean copy of a Ramsey Lewis record like In Crowd or Sloopy instead of a crackpoppy beat up battered POS/POW of a copy? Where's the residual party in that, eh? Those are the kinds of records that were meant to be fucked up!