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...and discounted tickets have not yet gone on sale, if, indeed, they will. Here's the program: BACH-WEBERN Ricercar from "The Musical Offering" HAYDN Symphony No. 98 BEETHOVEN Violin Concerto It will be tickets for two, so...I know she's internationally renowned and the program is not unappealing, but bottom line - for the kind of money they're asking (150-250 bucks for two congruous decent seats)..is she really all that, not so much relative to "today", but to overall? Because I can spend that same money elsewhere and feel good about it going in. I know, a Major Artist Of Our Time, Etc., support the arts, yeaahyeahyeahyeahyeah. Tell me about all that, please don't, that's why I'm even thinking about it (especially when the DSO routinely puts out 2-for-1 offers for most of their Sunday matinees, making it easy to check it out). so just tell me, if you've seen her live, would you spend that bread to do it again? Not once, but again?

Just ordered it, because, you know, I like the old guys, even the living ones. http://www.dustygroove.com/item/712665

I confess I don't know much about the other Atlantics. I heard a few a few decades ago before I "got" Carmen and wasn't thrilled. I should begin checking them out in the near future. The one I'd most like to hear, the live one with Simmons on piano, "Live at Century Plaza," I think was only on cd from Japan a long time ago and is very expensive now. The Sound Of Silence is...not bad.

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Saw it in Fort Worth last year(?) as part of the FW Film Festival. Yeah, you gonna wanna see it, yes you are.

I thought this was going to be about the street/underground rumor that Sun Ra had put a mojo on Coltrane for being a fraud and fronting on Ra's trip without really understanding or crediting it. Untreated Hepatitis C is comforting by comparison, and a whole helluva lot more logical.

I have several Ellington releases by that label, and find them of significant musical/historical interest. The Last Trip To Paris disc is of particular interest as it shows the band in its final days, which is at once weird, sad, scary, and overall, just a general mindfuck. But this is all part of the Ellington Saga. Accept it as such, and you will find much of value. Compare it to past glories and you will cry more than a few tears. Ultimately, consider that this was the band of a man who knew his time was running out, and was in the process of transitioning the thing over to Mercer, yet still had the creative ownership that he was congenitally incapable of relinquishing until the last breath had been breathed. Complicated stuff, really, and don't listen to it & Sirius back to back, or even in the same week, unless you're ready to go there and stay a spell. Same thing with Rugged Jungle, only this is still Duke not yet ready to transition out. Hey. Rugged Jungle indeed. This stuff gives me shivers and moves me to tears of truth. It (Squatty Roo) also appears the be the type of enterprise of which it might be said that the sooner one acquires the product, the less one will have to worry about finding it in the years ahead, if you know what I mean. As for All-Star Road Bands, get them both, any way you can. Just do it, then worry about it. One more tip - look for a Laserlight release called Cool Rock. Trust me oin this one.

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Yes, of a perhaps dry variety.

Florida sunshine!

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Phil Wilson, vulgar eyebrows. Henry Southall, rude playing posture. Woody Herman seemed to hire some vulgar/rude playing guys for his trombone section. How did Jim Pugh in get there?

Interesting. I never realized that "Carmel" was a huge seller, or seen as a "commercial" thing. I didn't hear it much on radio around here*, but I bought it and loved it. That is one beautiful and distinctive piano album. For me, Joe was the heart and soul of the Crusaders, even though Henderson was the acknowledged leader. (* Ironically, since Carmel is only about 1-2 hours from here) #56 on the Billboard album charts, #25 R&B, and #1 Jazz: http://www.allmusic.com/album/carmel-mw0000188635/awards The one of that ilk I liked best came later: But no matter the ilk, Joe Sample always brought it. RIP, sir. Your presence & honesty is already missed.

Didn't know he was still alive...but no matter, this guy...whoa. RIP, life-changing music for me, and several generations/evolutions of it. "I didn't do anything to hurt it.". Exactly.

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Phones have come far enough. Let's work on swimming pools now. I can't afford one, and I don't want one. Like cell phones a few years ago. C'mon pool technology, let's get crankin'!

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Ok, they were yelling/cussing at each other, she spit on him and then he hit her and knocked her out. And then she woke up, wondered how he could do that to the mother of his baby and went on ahead and married him. What part of fundamentally co-dependently mutually dysfunctional is not jumping out here? What if Bobby/Whitney was NFL? Or Tyson/Givens? Or George/Tammy? Just sayin', all kinds of people be all kinds of crazy. Unless you're in the bedroom (or outside the door) long enough to really know...all you can know is what you get to see.. Me, I'd keep a safe distance from both of them, because ain't no happy ending to be had in any of that. Not "defending" either party, because hey. The dude punched out his woman and then cavemanned her out. Problem, Officer? Ultimately, you wanna play that game, as a couple or solo, do it where you got your own jurisdiction. That's not in the NFL, and for damn sure not in a hotel elevator., And wherever that is, let me be going as far away as possible in the other directions. Problem is, wherever you go, there that shit is. Crazy dudes and crazy chicks who think they're gonna not do what they do and then do it anyway. What are the odds of a dysfunctional need to act out not being accommodated by another dysfunctional need to accept the action? Sometimes, plenty of times, there's true victims. But often enough, there's just two crazy motherfuckers playing their own fucked up game. I lived across the street from one such couple as a kid. Three times they married, and but twice they divorced. But never, never, were they quiet. At some point...this is just how Bill & Patsy rolled. No sense in hoping that they would "change", because no, not gonna happen, and holding out that fantasy of "hope" in the face of incontrovertible reality just leads to the sickness that one gets when one stays in place while smelling a stench rather than moving as far upwind as possible. At some point... So yeah, fuck you Ray Rice, see you on your new reality show in 5 years or so. If this is really how y'all roll, both of you, that's the place for it. And if it's not how y'all roll, then go away, go far away, and figure out wtf happened and see to it that it never happens again, please. And to show us that you mean it, don't show us anything again, ever. Now - y'all ready for some football?

My phone is an older/near-obsolete-but-fully-meeting-my-current-needs Android. It might have that same silent thing, but I'm like, ok, it's a phone, if I have it on me at all, it's because I don't mind being interrupted by a phone call, or a text. I'm a creature of habit, and my habit is having a phone to make or place phone calls. All this other stuff...when I need to do all that other stuff on the phone, I'll learn. But not before. I don't have a swimming pool, but if I did, I'd not use it as a bathtub or a urinal, although the functionality is certainly there, and lets face it, it's gonna happen occasionally anyway, but why get used to it and start making that the baseline expectation, hello I have a bathroom that has a shower, a tub, and a toilet (although not a bidet, where do you think we are anyway, fuckin' Paris? Or one of those butt-bidets like I've seen advertised coming out of Japan. Nothing wrong with that, but I'll let somebody else pay for that remodeling job, thank you, somebody who really feels that need for cutting-edge home-based cutting elimination paradigms, there's a waterfall I'll not be standing under, no matter how golden the showers.) My wife thinks it's gross that I'll occasionally piss in the shower, or in the back yard. Me, that's just what guys do, we piss where it works to piss, and pissing outdoors is kind of a hard-wired ritualistic thing,She can't see it like that, being a nest builder/keeper and all that. Fair enough. Me, I think.I think it's gross to have a phone to set to not be a phone. We're all have our quirks. Nature or nurture, don't ask me. Did not know that the Touch has a speaker. It also doesn't have 160 GB, but still, giant may not be ginormous, but it's still big, so...good to have at least a partial fallback option. Appreciate that pull of the coattails! The reflexes...we were both like, ok, these emails, where's the delete option...not anyplace I can see, ok call the kids, oh, ok, you SLIDE over to the side to get all that, gee, that's so much more intuitive than just having a delete button onscreen, or a menu icon, or something/anything besides sliding, right? Sure it is. And its been lots of things like that, lots or behavior/reflexes that at-root linear/analog folks like my wife and I don't naturally intuit. It's not any better or worse, really, it's simply learned behavior. I'm just skeptical of the notion that a new way to do something fast is "better" than the old way that I can already do just as fast as the new way. Not better, just different, and although it might raise the ceiling for the future possibilities to do more things, like going to Mars by just looking at a picture of it, this new way might, until then, don't try to bullshit a bullshitter, eh? We're being brain-trained to adapt to the full-frontal digital paradigm and resistance is futile, if still fun for now. Talk to me in my next lifetime and I'll tell you then what I think about it, if I can still remember. Marshall McLuhan was right about pretty much everything, so my contrariness about all this is strictly for my own ongoing long-as-it-lasts amusement, not for anything as pseudo-noble or "permanent" as a "cause".