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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!

Because it's only acid and free jazz that fuck each other up?

Dusty Groove will come to your house and pack it all up? Note to Brenda - when I die, call Dusty Groove...or call Laurie. Seriously, always glad to see happy endings in situations like this. Many of us here shop at DG often enough that the odds of the collection being "kept in the family" (so to speak, in the extended sense), are pretty good. Laurie, you're not disposing of the collection, you're merely making it available for wider circulation. It's a good thing.

You gotta look for old fake books, ones that essentially compile old, original sheet music lead sheets.

Me either. I just don't care for that record too much.

Yeah, glass half-full, glass half-empty, optimism/pessimism determined by the level of thirst at any given moment.

Musically, no argument. But in terms of "collecting" or even just simply acquiring, Braxton, Cecil, and especially Lacy...it's like all those labels, all that product, if you're not there in real time, it can be a bitch of a retro-fit, and even if you are/were, there's only so much money at any given time. Say what you will about the 70s, but shit, motherfuckers had contracts, deals. Easy collation for historical reissues...if I tell you that I'm bygod thankful for so many the BS/SN boxes becuase at last I'm getting to replace my oldass cassette dubs, can you feel my painful joy? Because I don't mean high-end Maxell CrO2 blanks, I'm talking generic ass K-Mart store brand blanks, because that was all I could afford to get all I desperately wanted to hear from the 1-2 people I knew who could get it where Iw as at that time. You think that retro-collecting Sonny Stitts or Lee Konitz can lead you down some dark alleys, try collecting Steve Lacy or Braxton or Cecil. And then try finding time to listen ot it all and digest it all AND eat three balanced meals a day, with or without dessert! Shit was a lot easier when there were cutout bins, too, I'll tell you that right now! People should buy all the Hat stuff they think they might even someday sorta like, becuase right now, it's still semi-plentiful. But that's an exception, a supremely Carpe Diem exception.

Hobart Dotson Hobo Ho Santa Claus

That would have sealed the deal for that series, afaic. Best unified collective documentation of time/place HOF, for sure. Pretty damn close to that already.

The only originally-released BN that I feel lukewarm about is 'Bout Soul. Right time, wrong place, or something like that. Other than that, there's always something there for me, a lot of something, actually. As far as the latter-day "reissues", Tipping the Scales, I just don't get that one. And I might have enjoyed High Frequency as a quintet, rather than quartet date, maybe somebody to fill the gap between Jackie and the rhythm section, sometimes it strikes me a s a little too "this then that" in terms of overall group sound. Sometimes, not always. But other than they, no worries when it comes to Jackie McLean and Blue Note, none at all.

David Gates Gates Brown Cecil M. Gattes

So....Red Sox in Win Now, Win Forever mode, perhaps? http://www.sbnation.com/mlb/2014/11/24/7276173/red-sox-pablo-sandoval-hanley-ramirez