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This is a splendid album, carpe dies when possible. And afaic, this music would not have been this music without Joe Bonner.

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Not a dud that I've heard, at least not yet. I've picked them up whenever they've shown up. And the Dizzy Reece w/Clifford Jordan & Charles Davis is serious.

He made a mark, a good one. RIP, and much thanks.

Found this old thread which describes a similar, perhaps identical issue, but the fix doesn't appear to be here anymore?

There used to be something like that, yes. The view you are seeing is called Outline, and it used to be something an individual user could set. But I've looked all over and don't see that option any more. There are "themes" in the very lowest left corner in very fine print, but switching them did not change the view for me, jsut the "look" of the existing view, if that makes any sense. I'd lean towards a browser-related fix right now. As Scott suggests, clear cache/cookies, maybe even try a different browser altogether.

I think the only ones not yet mentioned in this discussion are Ode To Super & A Ghetto Lullaby.

Left Bank ,material, yes. But that's 60s playing released in the 70s. Still, some of the most intense J-Mac on record, imo. Duet album with Michael Carvin - yes Cosmic Brotherhood album, -yes The rest, ok, but they're recordings of a guy who took a break, chilled out, got into teaching, and now was returning to semi-action. As docments of that type of thing, they're fine, but that is what they are documenting.

Alvin Dark The Nightcrawlers Slithering Streetwalkers

People talk about I wish we had a great jazz movie. Well, here one is , it's about jazz dancing, and Bunny Briggs is all in it. It's a great movie, and RIP Bunny Briggs, you were the real deal, a survivor, and an artist.

Steve Little Shadoe Stevens Lamont Cranston

That was true up until, what, maybe five or so years ago...I needed some gizmo, and I thought, I'll go to Radio Shack, it'll be back in that corner. Well, no, it wasn't. Hell, that corner wasn't even there any more. It was all cellphones and toys. I asked the guy, what happened to that corner. He said, oh, we don't do that any more. Good luck on that one, I told him, friendly, of course. Yeah, I know, was his friendly yet grim reply. It's funny. I've been slowly but surely working my way through all seven seasons of Mission:Impossible (Leonard Nimoy as Paris, much better than remembered, btw..and Linda Day George...much higher forehead than remembered), and it's LOL funny sometimes, if this show is to be believed, the battle for world supremacy was fought with parts from Radio Shack, the parts that ended up in that corner. No wonder the world's gone all to hell. We need that corner.

Onan for a penny? How can I say no?

I've got good company/competition-to-be-feared right here in the DFW area, believe me, hello Ken, hello Joe, hello all you who I don't know but who grab shit when I leave to get coffee and come back to it not being there no more, hello!

I imprinted on this/his Rhodes sound. Many happy returns, sir!

John Wetteland Warne Marsh Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

http://www.sbnation.com/2014/11/26/7281129/radioshack-eulogy-stories Just...awesome.

I'd really like to see all this stuff boxed, because I don't know that any of the Prestige dates have yet to impact me as albums the way the later stuff did. Moments aplenty, but not that Side A, track One thru Side-B Track Z thing. However, I do get that from a documentary standpoint, it's every bit as personal a journey, and in real time (as some here have mentioned before), it had to have been one helluva ride. But I would like an opportunity to go at it cohesively from start to finish without interruption.

hmmm...maybe some, but not all. I like that Tony Scott shit, the stuff where Tony just rented a studio, called people in, did about 20 albums worth of tunes, and then sold them off bit by bit. That's Evans at my favorite/best, just being there and reacting. He was a shrewd reactor at that time, one of the best. I also like his solos best when he leaves long silences and then jabs a whole solos worth of ideas into one or two lines and then backs off again, like he feels guilty about even having these ideas, so maybe nobody will notice. That's the crazyass neurotic almost-genius Bill Evans that I'll always dig. As a proactor, though...hmmmm....after a while, c'mon, sit up straight, take the needle outta your arm, eat your vegetables, maybe work with clay in your off hours, and stop playing all that pretty shit all the damn time, ok, and for god's sake, stop trying to overcompensate for the heroin by doing the blow, and for the pretty with the aggressive-pretty. It doesn't help, ok? Then again, too late now!

Ok, hello Sixth Sense, hello Frank Mitchell, hello too much reverb, but hello who cares?

You're in the Tampa-St. Pete area, iirc? Still lots of old folks there. right? Ask around to the ancient dinosaur lounge pianists and/or their survivors. They might well have some old-ass fake books. Remember, those things predated Real Books etc by decades, used to be sold underground, and were intended for any gigging musician, not just jazz players. I inherited one from my HS band director that's full of all kinds of bad songs and good ones, verses to songs, original changes, etc. It's a mess, but it's also a bit of a treasure, just because. These are not things that usually pop up on eBay or the like, because of the limited nature of their original use and circulation. But go ask the dinosaurs. Find some guy named Frank LaVitro who's been playing cocktail piano at the Muffinbread Room in the Rostendorfer Hotel since 1937, see what he's got.

Gave it some listens today. A kick-in-the-ass reminder that good dance music works like nothing else. I wish my knees still worked. But then I'd have been dancing instead of working, and then would get fired, kinda like the Direct TV ads, only in real life. So, thankful for poor joint health, thankful for Monday Michiru, thankful for top-shelf remixers. Happy thanksgiving, y'all!