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I don't think a year will pass that I don't find out about some Verve record that I've never even heard rumors about, musical or spoken word, Granz or MGM. That label is like a bottomless pit of Who Knew?.

I have neither...will take care of that at some point. I'm a casual but firmly ongoing Ran Blake obsessive, if that makes any sense...not somebody I listen to a whole jumbo lot, but somebody about whom I'm generally thinking about/hearing in my head in some form or fashion a whole helluva lot of the time. His mind, his process, his...outcomes, that's some of the few things where it never seems to be wrong, ya' know? Just, never wrong, and you can't find the wrong in it, it's not there. Christine Correa, on Round About, wrong. Ran Blake on Round About, not wrong. Never wrong, Ran Blake. Never.

Out Of The Cool is also a totally different record with "Where Flamingos Fly" following "Bilbao" on Side Two...I'd recommend that all serious Evans enthusiasts check this set out simply to enjoy the effect of the different programming, it's...significant, at least to me it was. The McFarland stuff...a little disappointing. Great writing, but a little moth-bally emotionally (again, to me). Richard Davis, though, hey... Also on the table today (a low impact work day, time to get up every 15-20 minutes and pay attention while listening, Perfect LP Storm!). Forget all about today's "Shecky" synonym-cliches about old-school Vegas hacks, this motherfucker was SHARP. Old-school sharp, yes, but the voice heard here is that of a man who sees and hears everything and is ready for it before it comes at him. The assumption that it all will come at him, hey, that's another discussion, but not this one. PSA - If you have kids who like to music-shop, Skype with them while they do. My daughter & her boyfriend (on premises) & I (Skype-ing with them) found this in the basement of Dusty Groove for a buck, and it's nowhere near as plowed as I expected it to be, being in that place at that price. And the presence, jeez, this sucker pops out of the speakers, POWWWWwwww, Plus, although there's no such thing as THE perfect jazz record, I don't know what that means,, I'll express a personal opinion and say that this is certainly A perfect jazz record. Some people say big bands, why? Well, THIS, that's why. The DG basement inventory is not listed online, so...Skype Diem! Went into this not expecting much...the kid looks like Gary Lewis, it's on Coral, and the liner notes by NFL Hall-Of-Famer Lenny Moore just reek of opportunistic tax-break Presenting-ism, but...it's not a bad record, at times it's a little surprising, actually, when the kid plays like a kid and not an eager-to-please lick-licker. Not sure that Eric Gale was the right guy at this time, he was still green himself, at least relative to what he would become, but overall, I've heard beter by worse. Plus, the back cover shows two wild bill Davis & one Lionel Hampton w/Charlie Teagarden records on Coral which, as with this one, I've never even dreamed about possibly existing even in theory. WTF? UBER plus, though, is Moore's liner essay, which is, on the whole, pretty amazing, if wholly counter to any jazz-hype conventionality. He starts out painting a picture of a kid who literally couldn't even make it through the Star Spangled Banner but who sat in anyway and showed...something, and then Moore took him in under his wing, let him move in with him, took him around to meet all the cats, groomed him until he began to get a rep as "a white cat with soul", and now, here he is, y'all, here he is. But the MEGA-UBER plus is this passage: Hello NFL Hall-Of-Famer Lenny Moore, unwitting catcher of Trane's quantum-ness in action. bravo, sir, BRAVO! Spoonful of HOOT! is more like it..otoh, blatantly commercial/etc/blahblahbla. OTOH, whatever false notes are palyed are played no differently than they are on any pop-record-for-hire, and, most pleasantly, none are played by Shank. Shank plays this shit really nicely, actually. As far as personal investment potential here, none, negative, in fact. But as far as objective appreciation of task accomplished relative to task intended...not a failure, not even. Carol Kay on bass helps this a lot, and Shorty Rogers...Short was doing session with the Monkees too, so let's just say that the lack of condescension and the presence of a real-world sensitivity to what this stuff was supposed to sound like instead of some "jazz interpretation" way of sending a stealth message of fuquitousness from all to all is noted here with respect and a small degree of genuine pleasure. If "Forgotten Genius" is inaccurate, I'll withdraw it. But you gotta prove it first, and this won't be what you'll use as evidence. I'm just now/finally getting around to Carter, and geez, what took me so long, my bad. Comparisons between this and the Arditti are instructive, as well as being the only comparisons I can make at this point. That will change as time goes by, assuming that I'm here to go with it. Anyway, there's an inherent playfulness to this music, not silliness or goofiness...joyousness might be a better word, joy in just bouncing all that shit around, bobbing and weaving it in and out back and forth, that I find completely irresistible. It's melodious as hell, really, full-bore melody. Not "lyrical" but melodic. Melody means a lot of different things, if you ask me.

Why do I still have the feeling that Bill Evans' was fundamentally conflicted about being a jazz musician, or even about "jazz" in general? Probably not consciously, but still...

Have Round About by that duo...still not sure if Ms.Correa is ever gonna work for me...and, when I like them at all, I like singers.

Conducted by Ormandy.

What were the odds? Upon further review, it was 1980, so the odds were better than 50-50. I recall the time on Board Krypton, somebody asked tomatbluenote, hey, these recent Jackie McLean Blue Note records have been great, when's the next one, and tomat, honest man that he was/is, had to say, well, they're not really blue Note, they're leased from Japan, and you now, we'd love to have the money to make Jackie McLean records from now until infinity but we don't, and we're not, and that was that. Honest answer, and reflective of the reality, but if Jackie developed sort of a detached protectiveness about playing being all he did to define himself, well hey, no money for no records, c'est la vie, am I going to be the one to say, oh Jackie, no, don't do that? No, I'm not. Having a casual/random listen to Nature Boy right now, and that's just a sweet record, the kind of thing that has no real "moment", yet leaves the cumulative effect of wow, that's deep. Jackie, Cedar, Billy, and that kid, David Williams, "sound of surprise" my ass, this is the sound of, like Donny Hathaway said (through the pen of Leon Ware), there's no need to look, cause you know who's there. Not that I don't value the sound of surprise, hell, yes, I do, but I Know It's You is of no small importance as well. At some point, the shift of investment moves from music in the abstract to the ongoing-ment voices of the people. "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes", damn, that's pure I Know It's You, and if it's not my baby's arms having been around me a long time, it IS Jackie/Cedar/Billy's voices, they too have been around me a long time, and they too have passed the test, through the good and the bad, and THIS is why I want to post...

Shirley Booth Don DeFore Billy Eckstine

Details appreciated, thanks. If you get more info as release date approaches, please share. Cocktails At Dusk available at Amazon US for a pleasant variety of prices: http://www.amazon.com/Cocktails-Dusk-Tribute-Chris-Connor/dp/B00NJAOVF8/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1417739466&sr=1-1

Connor tribute on UK impulse!, correct? But what will Russell tribute be on?

Puppet Beatles move looser than real Beatles. Except Ringo.

Oh god, now I've been an asshole. I apologize! Better go take a shower. Wait, that was yesterday...maybe a towelette, just to show my sincerity. Seriously, all in jest. I like the crusty as well as the sweet. Hell, I like pie. Jazz is pie.

THAT's the spirit!

jesusfuckingchrist, are these the last days or what?

Nah, I mostly stay inside these days. It's easier, safer, and more technology-appropriate! Nevertheless, when I get that bug up my ass to just get out and go looking for stuff...I go. But there's not too much left. Glad I did it when I did

Bought as an object, will be kept as such, on the shelves right next to my early 70s UA (NOT Blue Note!) two-fer of the BN sessions. Bought primarily out of curiosity, which was rewarded. Raggedyasstightness and BOOTSY! Damn good band, and I'm reminded again how the one place in school where the classical/jazz/New Music divides were not absolutely non-overcome-able was the percussion department. Hello, African diaspora in full effect., to this day, all we need is a drummer for people who only need a beat, but even if you don't, STILL all you need is a drummer - if it's the right drummer. Otherwise, all you need is a good bassist. Out Of The Cool is a totally different record with "Sister Sadie" leading off Side One. Who knew? Will get to the McFarland half tomorrow, it's been decades since I heard it, I think... Moral of the story - if you clear all the CDs off the lid on your turntable, you can play records on it. Bigger moral of the story - you can put CDs in places you didn't know you had, especially if you do it when nobody's looking. Sorry if that sounds obscene, but I'm waiting for LTB to find them. Then we can talk about sounding obscene.

Wish he was here to celebrate it....

Capuchin Swing, yes...the first time I heard it was in...1981? And I had been listening to a lot of rap at the time. There was one spot on Side 2 where Jackie played this one lick and I said HOLY SHIT, THAT'S A RAP LINE!!! Because, you know, it was. I've never been able to find it again, maybe I was a little stoned at the time, but yes, Jackie's rhythm/voice, very "street" sometimes, how could it not be, and there's all that to think about as well, not unlike Max playing with the break-dancers, continuitizing certain things so not everybody wakes up one day and has forgotten. Because most people will, just as a fact of life, so, build your defenses as/where you can.

Well hell, does this mean hospital hot dogs? Eeeeewwwww..... GET WELL!

Been there done that, for real. Back in the road days, traveled with a turntable, a Sony reel-to-reel deck with phono inputs and detachable speakers, and a trunk (eventually two trunks) of selected LPs., mostly the fun-rare stuff (of which there was more of back then before CD Reissue Revolution), almost nothing "common". And of course, sometimes the urge would come on to listen to a "common" old favorite. Well, you know how it is, you get the urge for something and it ain't there, you go looking for it, right? I don't care what it is, you go looking for it. Y'all know what I mean. End result, getting out of the hotel room, venturing off into all sorts of places (planned and unplanned), meeting all kinds of people, and often enough finding/not finding the original quest was insignificant compared to the time spent venturing out, the money spent to stimulate local economies, and, especially, the delight of not finding what I left to go looking for, but finding something I never thought to look for, record or otherwise. Try driving through rural Mississippi or suburban Chicago or ANYWHERE in Calgary trying to find a pawnshop or junk shop in search of an MP3. Why, I never!

That one looks like it could easily have been considered for an LT-Series Blue Note cover. (not everybody likes those photos/covers, but I've always really dug them). Nice work!

No, she started with her first husband and went from there. Very animated and delightful conversationalist, a bit scattered, but in a way that was not incompatible with her music.

Dennis James Dennis Day Doris Day

Well, back when they REALLY sold records, that's how it was calculated, I believe. So, fact relative to back in the day, medium and measurement alike, each in their own way, and alone together, hello, new day in the morning..

Took the shower, felt good, but remain haunted by the Sly line about dying young is hard to take, drying off is harder...how true it is.