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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!

Not that much of a Josh Hamilton fan here. Too much drama, not enough desire to be rid of it. If that's 100% fueled by his addiction, then that's too bad. But from all I can tell, his addiction is the sympton, not the cause, and he gives off a lot of vibes that he feels otherwise.

The radioactive creep of the Jerry Jones Death Mojo continues it was to his next-door neighbors. Pitchforks and bonfires and midnight husecalls appear to be the only remedy remaining. Yu Darvish has sprained UCL, Tommy John surgery possible http://www.lonestarball.com/2015/3/7/8166607/yu-darvish-has-sprained-ucl-tommy-john-surgery-possible

But sans Wookie.

Breach of contract, yes. Probably pretty sound, legally. Still not sure if the cancellation was intended as an attempt to censor or an attempt to boycott...seems to me to be a bit of difference, although not a primary-colored obvious one. No matter, never mind the desired ends, "boycott" is such a noble word. "censor" is for thugs, very unnoble.

One does not experience one's fetishes? My, how uncommitted!

Jimmy Carter Ralph Carter Florida Evans

All men have had this problem at one time or another, you're right about that. When the engine cuts out, you go down - if you're smart about it.

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I remember a Saturday Review piece fromt he mid-1950s (no, I was of reading age then, but our local library was well-stocked in that regard, and there were a lot of "real time" jazz articles & reviews in that magazine for a good while, so...carpe diem, etc.), anyway, this article made the point that Les Brown's band was not a jazz band per se, it was a dance band, but it was as close to a jazz band as a dance band could be in the marketplace and not actually be a jazz band...one of those articles that in retrospect seems as clarifying as it does ludicrous, but I have to confess that I did hear Les Brown in a different way after reading that, when I heard him at all, which outside of Leap Frog, Doris Day, and Bob Hope was hardly ever for a looooong time. But yeah, fine band, s close to a jazz band as a dance band could be in the marketplace and not actually be a jazz band. As true in 1984 as ever, eh?

That's all I know about...and are they all complete?

Joe probably would not have minded living in San Francisco, working and teaching locally, and keeping up his lifestyle, which is pretty much what he did once he and Milestone parted company and until, really, Verve picked up on him and got him some spotlight. From what I can tell, his "pursuits" were as few as they were intense. Black Is the Color = good (enough) overdubbing record. Multiples = damn fine, borderline great, overdubbing record.

This. Among other things.

Where was that Wookie guy, Ford's too old to be flying solo without a Wookie.

Is cancelling a for-hire performance censorship or an act of economic boycott?

Has there ever been a single-source collection of all of it? And much of it was there, anyway, including the things with Ella?

Whoa, that's a good one, Steve!

Gettin' the snow as we speak, a healthy outpouring!

I really want a CD issue of this. My LP's about shot.

Recently discovered this, not a player, but a piece.

I'm wondering if Horace was hearing some WCJ with bassoon on it and was just being wry.

Not his best solo work (that would be either the first Riverside or the Columbia, imo, but his first, and not without considerable interest as such. And by all means, this: I'm with Lon on Hines as well. That guy was a trip. SO much music!