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Yes, Hannibal was there in the late 1960s. That's where/when the Soulmasters record was made.

It's only taken 50 years...but this story reeks to me of revisionist do-goodery in the sense that from all I've heard (and some that I've witnessed) the acceptance of Billy into the "club" not exactly warmly embraced by the school or the program...but no matter, at least it'[s now being openly discussed as a point of pride, pretty much a full 180 from when I was there and a classmate of mine, Charlie Young, became the second African-American member of the band...you can tell very clearly that their was an agenda in this whole era of "jazz education" that was not at all about embracing the music from its primary organic sources...to what extent that was rooted in full-frontal racism and how much in the simple nervousness of a tunnel-visionary business plan is at once besides the point and all of the point, and really, today, when everybody loses, everybody wins, I guess. Cool pictures of a world that never really was, except for where it was. Bottom line = Billy Harper, FTW

This.

"How much is too much"?, that' silly if asked in a vacuum. Am I buying this from my disposable income, assuming that I have any? For how long will I feel the impact of this purchase? What might/will I not be able to do while waiting to replenish the funds spent on this one item? Is the price of the item in line with the motivation for getting it? i.e. - is the is last missing piece of a collection, is this some best-ever performance, or is this just a curio that you happen to run across? Really, now, shit cost what shit cost. Whatever the price is when you find something that you want, that's what it costs. Haggle if possible, but if you want it, be ready to pay for it. $55? That's like one order some days, half of one order if it's getting frisky. It can be, like one order for 8-9 items at Berkshire, or it can be this one item here. Money's the same, right? So don't get distracted by the "I've never paid this much..." thing, because the odds are that you have paid that much at one time,just not for one item. But you gonna look at dollars, look at dollars. Here's the big picture - yes, everything comes back around. But the rarer stuff comes back around with far less frequency. The common shit always gonna be there, that's why it's common. And remember - all of the above is based on "want" vs "need". You should only play this game if you can truly appreciate the difference, because otherwise you will end up punked by life.

Or just wait until you have a better job.

What elements of cohesion do you find here that are you find lacking in the Reiner?

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Hello, everybody gettin' naked, like naked is the place for everybody need to be. Be careful what you ask for, etc.

Doing both, doing both...in the old days you could just cut a motherfucker for getting all dicty and/or bitchy. Now you just go and whine about it online. Not sure how much progress that is, to be truthful, because in the old days, you thought twice about getting all dicty and/or bitchy, hello bullshit, meet deterrent. Nowadays, it's like, hey, all the dicty and/or bitchy your ass can eat, don't worry, if we run out we'll make you some more, open house at this house, we never close, and everybody naked all the time. You know, when everybody's naked, nobody's naked. But your private parts are still out there for the critters to eat on anyway. Who's got the upper hand then if not those who want to eat and run? Is that really a preferred state of being, I ask you? Happy New Year!

It's all Wynton's fault, he killed it, this is just what death looks like in real time, show's over, everybody go home, nothing to see here. TAXI!

More uneven, yes, definitely. But imo also much more interesting because that's the album where we start to hear that Sonny had been working on things other than just perfecting his old style during his time away.

Not on jazz/pop/etc records, no. But a good house DJ will keep a non-stop set going for hours on end, and their transitions between cuts are a point of pride, craft, and art (and a good mix creatively handled is indeed an act of art, I think). They'll be fading in and out like nobody's business. I think there is a parallel to film there. But with on the other stuff, no.

I get the iconic stature of The Bridge as cultural artifact/symbol/whatever, but as music, I think it's the least interesting album that Sonny made for RCA, perhaps even in the 1960s, period.

Good for DJs to talk over and/or cue up the nest record w/o having to handle it from the board. Still gotta make the transition, but it's one less step.This stuff used to get played on the radio! Jukeboxes too, a fade out on a 45 sets up the next record nicely there too. Boogaloo cuts, in particular, if you're in that zone as either dancer or listener, do you really WANT it end sudden-cold, or would you rather is just ebb on outta there? As to do I like it, don't have an opinion one way or the other, really. It's a record. What I do like are the fade outs that take, like, forever to fade completely out. Those are fun to listen to, becuase it was all board fades, right? So to listen to how slow they were pulling down the faders and NOT breaking rhtyhm is neat in a sports kind of athletic way. YMMV, of course. Brian Wilson, otoh, was the master of the sudden fade, like first there is some music, oops, where'd it go? An art unto itself, the fadeout is, but it's an art specific to records. In real life, yeah, you gotta end it somehow, over, fine, finito. But on a record you don't. Hell, they do it in movies all the damn time! Interestingly, in house music, a single cut will often loop out forever and then come to a cold end. But that's because the loop at the end is being put there to give the DJ a canvas on which to paint their transition to the next cut. Some cats can get really creative with that stuff. That's like film, the fade out superimposed over a fade in.

Oh, it's an uncomfortable show all right. That first fifteen minutes was just establishing a few premises, that's all.

Oh, The Regime were backstabbing players in all kinds of ways to keep them locked up at bargain prices, the team had lost all faith in The Regime. Landry was out in a world of his own and everything, everything was broke and not gonna get fixed. It was just a sick, sinking ship, getting more sick and more sunk every day. Skip was the only one in the press not toeing the party line, he dropped it all out there for everybody to see, and it made him an easy target. You can say that he was an asshole, and no doubt eh was and still is. But time has proven him right about this one thing. Credit due where credit due. Still, stopped clock right twice a day, etc.When Mark Cuban - another guy I'm not totally fond of - took him to school, ate his lunch money, and shat it back onto him, that was sweet as sweet got. "In 1998, Bayless chose to leave Dallas after 17 years and become the lead sports columnist for the Chicago Tribune." Ah, ok. He was probably permanently rurnt by then. Funny, his brother seems like such a nice guy.

Was that before or after Dallas?

Eating is a reflex (alas...). Don't exercise too much, again, motivation is not my strong suit. Only go to the doctor when all else fails, and then just to feel better, not to stay alive. Too lazy for discomfort. Really, if you want to use me as a specimen for the fierce determination of the human life forcespirit or something like that, I'm really not your guy. I'm more like Exhibit A for life goes on until it doesn't. I'll put it this way - I was watching football Sunday night, and the Christmas tree, which had been looking a little off-center shifted for the last few days, just fell over, right on top of my head. Pine needles everywhere and shit. Was my reaction a rugged, OMG I could have died, get me get outta here? No, it was a simple, oh shit, there goes an hour of football down the drain, maybe I can get the wife and kids to help, or maybe I can just watch the game through the branches, I'm in no pain and it's gonna be the same mess no matter. Seriously - motivation is not my strong suit.

Don't know the man myself. He earned a lot of goodwill from me for blowing open the teetering-doddering cesspool of cynical manipulatory hubris that was the last years of the to-me-reviled Landry/Schramm DieNasty, but has long ago squandered it all because, although he's never to my knowledge straight up told a lie, his habit of framing speculations and observations in the most sensationally bullshitty manner imaginable has rubbed me the wrong way almost as much as if he has, and probably cumulatively more so, because, you know, a man in his position can only tell so many lies and live to tell another one professionally, but a bullshitter like Sklippo here can just go on forever. He did write one column about racing somebody up Central Expressway from Downtown Dallas to, I think, Plano, during the pre-rush hour afternoon, that was as funny in the reading as it probably was foolhardy in the doing. But you live around here long enough, you get used to seeing it, and I'd be the lier if I said that in my younger days I didn't ever open it up and do the bob-and-weave @ 90+ my own self once or twice. But, you know, that was then...

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RIP Joe Macko, not a name that is (or should be) well known, but the type of guy that any type of organization with any kind of soul to it is gonna have in its ranks. http://www.lonestarball.com/2014/12/26/7451247/joe-macko-has-passed-away-at-the-age-of-86

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$100 is a damn good price for this...

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