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Not just hot, but viciously, aggressively enticing. "Perky" probably means different things to different people, but to me it's essentially a flat-line of possibilities. Laura Petrie was indeed perky, but dammit, she had all the these facial inflections that conveyed the sense of if you want more of this, ok, keep on gettin' more of it, it's here, and don't think there's any end to it, because you'll die before you get to there. The more you get it, the more I'll make you want it. Not particularly broad, but infinitely deep.

Fully?

There is no early autumn in Texas, so why not look forward to a Late Spring? Joe Comfort was the man who convinced me about Nelson Riddle, who was the man who convinced me about Frank Sinatra. I might be in the minority by recognizing it so explicitly, but for how many others through the decades that might be at least in part subliminally true, I'd not want to hazard a guess. So in sociological terms, Joe Comfort possibly = one of the most important bassists ever?

...and a Google Maps Street View car drove through the alley. So they exist (and are pretty non-inconspicuous, if you know what I mean, looked like something out of a movie shoot or something, baig ass camera mounted WAY up high on a compact car's roof). So, I duuno, coming soon to a Google maps near you - Alley View?

Ok, just once, somebody do a review that says, hey, I know that these are sincere, serious people making sincere, serious music, and I respect them on those terms. But whatever their means or ends are, there's nothing here that I can latch on to, or even makes me think I might want to. Sorry, but I pass, and good luck to all for whom that is not the case. That's the kind of person to whom I would say, well then, if you're that personally honest about why you're turned off, let's talk about something else and see what you have to say about what does turn you on, because that sounds like it might damn well be a fun conversation. Nobody likes or gets everything, dig, but what you do like/get, if you speak to it with real feeling and personal insight/perspective, hey, I love it when that happens! Same with what is not being liked/or gotten. Vomit in the bathroom. ok. Conversate with some integrity. Because it's all opinion once you get past the technicalities. So demonstrate some integrity in your positives and I can respect your negatives. Hello, Stanley Dance. But all these clueless narrative synopsis posing as anything other than turdalism, no, that is not fun, not at all.

...and never mind how all the lazy people focus on the "spirituality" of the "late" period and totally ignore the math, of the music which was very real, very specific, and very purposeful. You very seldom hear, yeah, Trane started exploring the links between consciousness and mathematical representations of same, you only hear about how Trane freaked out, started tripping and seeing god, and then finally dissolved himself into one giant Lost Squawk. Ayler, maybe. Maybe. But Trane, no, not even close. And don't even get me started about how Pharoah is so often heard as just a noisemaker trying to keep the energy up. No, Pharoah was using some very specific "extended" techniques with his instrument, and doing so in a very controlled fashion. The energy whas the end, not the means. But a lot of people won't deal with what was involved in the actual means, Hey, passion, squeals, Adorno, etc. Pick one from Column A, two from Column B, throw in a beverage, and voila, there's your "response to the music" All indeed very "white" responses to "black" realities and mechanisms. Not racially/genetically, but in terms of cultural conditioning and a self-limited expectation-based evaluating process. Of course, we're all limited, but you'd think that recognizing one's limitations would either stir the pots of curiosity or else compel one to isolate one's self in the interest of sticking to what one knows to be true in the way that one knows it, in either case, humility in the face of the new and/or unknown. But apparently there's no market for either one of those options these days, it's all about, hey, I know some things, so here I go out into all of them. Latch on to certain elements that do indeed resonate more or less "universally" and then conclude that you've got it all figured out, and when you come up against something that indicates otherwise, find the fault in the thing, not in your possibly un/under-developed sense of what that thing might really be, and then turdificate all over the place for the benefit of people who know even less about what everybody knows than they do about what some people know, and are theretofore unwilling, unable, and uninterested in calling bullshit, because oh well, you know how "some people" are, they assume that if you don't like what they like that they're feeling superior to you, not that their disdain for your dislike is quite possibly not based on your liking or not, but simply on your display of whether or not you have even a basic understanding of what it is that you are not liking displaying an ignorance-based certitude of limitless arrogance. OF COURSE you have a basic understanding, EVERYBODY does, right? As used to be said back in the day, motherfucker, PLEASE.

It's not like if you don't like it, you don't get it, but there's a way to communicate that you don't like something and nevertheless get it. Making sweeping generalizations with no bearing in fact and putting up pseudo-quasi authority appealings, like hey, see, I don't feel bad about turdifizing, they did it too, that is not that way. This guy is like, oh, Om & Interstellar Space & Kulu Se Mama & Live at The Vanguard Again, all the same thing. Well, no. So not the same thing.

.......Wilbur Ware was unfortunately not overly prolific and I agree that all his recordings are important, but again (hope not being too pushy...) if it would come down to 1 TRACK which stands synonymous for your appreciation of Wilbure Ware`s euvre, which one would you choose ?? Ok, I can get it down to three, from which I'll leave it to you to make the final selection. "The Man I Love" from The Chicago Sound. That arrangement has a "showcase" feel to it, like it was designed to be played in clubs by a working band as a more or less set piece, and it sounds to me like Ware plays it accordingly. So I get a kind of "community" feel to it that I really like. "Well, You Needn't" from Monk's Music - both the solo and the accompaniment show how Ware could swing you into bad health and move you ears into totally unexpected places harmonically with his logical yet still atypical substitutions. "By Myself" from Super Bass (also included in the Clifford Jordan/Strata-East Mosaic set) - 7:42 of solo bass over basic changes. As Stefan from SNL used to say, "This one has it all", only, like, in the best, the very best way. I feel funny for not including anything off the Rollins Vanguard date, or from the Grant Green trio side, but in the case of the Rollins, I couldn't pick just one, and besides, that's a perfectly triangulated trio, so...I will say though, that Elvin never again had a bassist so bass-icly propulsive until he got hooked up with JG. not that propulsive! These are just my first three that come to mind. Like I said, any others will do as well!

The rule is against linking only, not discussing (in whatever form that takes).

Any of 'em.

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You didn't. It's just that in these "name everybody you've ever hear and liked" threads, all the names don't come at once. If they did, your head would literally explode, and then you'd have nothing left to remember. So, you pace yourself, or more accurately, your brain does, via its memory.

Put me down for Wilbur Ware, he was one of those guys who was about bass, bass, BASS. From him you can look behind and forward, as far as you want to either direction, and never be totally disconnected. I'd even go so far as to say that if for whatever reason you can't feel Wilbur Ware, then why are you listening to "this music"? For the double fuel points? For the good Christian fellowship? For the mandatory community service time? For the love of Ivy? Pray, tell, why?

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Childress of Medic? When we've used the local Medic, it's been a husband/wife duo operating out of their house, so I assume Childress? I do know what you mean. All kinds of people disappear around here.

Where is this readily available? Amazon is out of stock, and Dusty Groove has yet to stock it.

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A while back, I worked with this really good country guitarist who had a grandmother in Gun Barrel City (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gun_Barrel_City,_Texas ), whom this guy swore was a stickler for giving the whole family onion enemas when springtime rolled around. I kid you not. So maybe this is related to that?

FWIW, the Brubeck Storyville stuff released by Columbia was pretty good.

OMG, I was watching some DVD last night, saw the sofa, and said to myself, hey, wait a second....and here we have confirmation. We had a sofa reupholstered about a decade ago by Childress Fabrics in Frisco and were/have been well-pleased by the results. But the online reviews are terrible, and it was a decade ago. They've been in business since 1958)?, so maybe a new generation has taken over and is not handling their business. We've had other furniture repair done by our local Furniture Medic and have been extremely pleased. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Furniture+Medic/@33.063035,-96.792787,15z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x0:0xd54fc9785c3fbb66

It's like when that black american blamed it all on acid.

Note to self - every time "Adorno" enters into the "reasoning", walk away. Just walk the fuck away.