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Links "m"-phatically edited to bring within board policy regarding linking to bootlegs, which these are (these not Euro-PD compilations, although the Brubeck/Storyville is partially that, but are old-school boots of live gigs).

Thad was brilliant with Monk, as he was generally, but really, really brilliant here.

Mark Lindsay Vaughn Nark Clark In The Park In The Dark

Another vote for the big band.

Tater Smith Masher George Scott

Anybody who played in Ellington's band.

I need help to get a time machine...that happened in March of this year...

You are not. It was from the Plays The Music Of The Spheres LP.

Bob Horner Corner Grocer Highpoockets

http://larryschneidermusic.com/resume/

Well, good luck on that, but yeah, if you can block out your thinking while you're thinking and still remain conscious, that's always another route to pursue. Or, if you mean, let your thinking do your thinking for you, then yeah, that's about as good as it gets, really, as long as it doesn't get you confined, or puts you in a position to be confined. Maybe Mostly Other People Do The Thinking? Or, at least, THAT much thinking? Loops. Loops and spirals.

Yeah, I finished the Lulu DVD last night and upon recovering, did a little browsing about to see what other DVDs of Lulu were out there, and Schaefer's was repeatedly praised, so...already ordered. But I do thank you for reinforcing my decision, seriously. The earlier repertoire...I'll answer the call if/when it comes. But I gotta say, that hair, it's working for me no matter what, if you know what I mean. But I can't listen to hair. Shirttails, yes. Hair, no.

Yeah, when you reach the point that all you can think about is thinking about what you already know you think about, it's probably best to find something else to think about.

Definitely Mal.

I live in a world full of people who are crazier/nuttier/whateverer than Jeremiah Wright, that's what kind of world I live in. Nothing "political" about it either, mental instability is not a respecter of political inclinations. Apparently my daughter does too...she was in a tire shop in Anaheim this morning, having not set foot in Texas since August, and some lady overheard her conversating about how she was from the DFW area and immediately threw a psycho rage fit demanding that she leave because she was probably "contaminated" with Ebola. YOU KNOW SHE TOUCHED YOUR PEN!!!! the lady screamed at the clerk. And then there's my coworker who is stockpiling arms (all legally) because he lives out in the country and is worried that he might look outside one day and see a gang of Mexicans (well, it used to be Mexicans, now it's ISIS, they all come across the same border, apparently, and they all will cross his land and come inside his house, it's not a question of if, it's a question of when) and by the time the cops could show up, they could break inside his house and tie him up (and then, I guess, go back outside. We've never gotten that far in the conversation....) Never mind meth-heads from Wylie, which is an more likely a scenario, this guy's afraid to live out in the country because it's out in the country. So, yeah. Crazy. Nutty. Moreso than Hermia Wright, because they can actually touch you, and who knows THEY'RE probably the ones with both Ebola and secret plans to cut across my yard on their way to Jihad after they tie me up, of course, wouldn't be a Jihad en Espanol without that!, it's all the same thing really, Domination Through Plague, right, all part of The Plan, anybody can see that. Ain't none of that on no Wynton Marsalis record that nobody ever listens to anyway, so who's the real Crazy/Nutty ones? Huh? And Stanley Crouch - the nuttiest of them all! Coo-Coo-ville, baby! No sane person could bear the sustained burden of the massively & consistently unbalanced vertiginous blur that is his Bird bio, a sane person would either collapse, give up, or get a better editor on their own dime..."co-authors" I think they're called?

http://wordsmith.org/anagram/anagram.cgi?anagram=kindofblue&t=1000&a=n

Kind Of Blue will bring the world together as one unibrained monosouled eco/psycho system. And then we'll have world peace.

ROYALS!

And make YouTube videos of people watching people watching people watching people listening to it, on to infinity. And then do a deluxe box set of all these replications that includes a free webcam so you can watch yourself watch yourself listening and watching to other people listening to and watching it. I mean, you really don't have to leave the house to be entertained these days, the thrills just keep multiplying on their own, and all you have to do is watch from home. Perfect world!

Petibon as Lulu is one of the most athletic performances I've ever seen anybody give. She's doing all this choreography and making all these facial/cranial contortions/jerks, all this humping and writhing and everything else, running all over the place and at the same time singing the shit of of what was once considered to to be an "unsingable" work. Not just for a little while either, the thing runs damn near three hours and if she's not in all of it, I'd wager that she puts in the total time of a vintage James Brown or Stones show, if not more. It's not lip-synched either, obviously. Plus, dare I say it, she's got a great ass and knows how to use it, you don't learn that type of thing for a single role, if you know what I mean, you gotta have something goin' on in the first place like that. What was so mesmerizing for me was the authenticity of the sexual compulsiveness in the service of totally superb singing, and/or vice-versa. Chick oughta be a freakin' superstar in a perfect world, or even a halfway good one! Subtitles = no excuses, world, get with it! I gather that she's known for more "traditional" repertoire? Well, that's nice!

That was the very first thing I thought about when I heard about this project, that this used to be something you'd do as, at best, a learning tool, maybe even as a challenging goof, certainly not something you'd do as an album, and certainly not something you'd try to sell to anybody! So...apparently times have changed, and now it is, this is the type of thing you can get people to take seriously because it forces them to think or something equally inspirational to the betterment of thinking about thinking about things. How 'bout that!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz_at_the_Plaza_Vol._II Claims it to be Mal Waldron & the Woode/Woodyard Ellington tandem.

Mostly local aspiring bands who just needed something to preset to bookers as a "representative sample". A few people you might have heard of would include Gregg Smith, Charlie Roberson, and more likely, Little Joe Blue. Nothing ever released as far as I know.