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I would love for Gold to have done this piece about Jim Hall, a dead man. That would have removed any suspicions about how clueless the whole idea - and the magazine - was from jump, to not just pick on an old man, but to pick on an old, freshly DEAD man!

No, did not imply that he was "alright with the piece overall". The man is 80+ years old, still standing,has been deeply in the trenches and has had to step over a lot of wounded & dead bodies, including those of some deep soul mates, to keep going, with a lot of those bodies being the result of one sort or another of institutionalized/systemic/hard-wired/whatever hostility towards the very notion of "jazz" and the "type of people" who make it. I got the impression that he was not at all okay with he certainly sees as a "major mainstream media vehicle" (now, to me, the New Yorker is basically a relic of a past that no longer exists except, mostly, as faux-symbol/signifier in the minds and psyches who care to believe that is still does...but I'm not Sonny Rollins) using his life as raw source material for anything that created the could engender an image of jazz and jazz musicians as ironic imps who are at root members of The Ironic Fuck It species of humanity, like, ok, Shadow Wilson dead in a trash can, gee, where am I supposed to put my carrot peels and coffee grinds NOW, that inconsiderate fuck. HA HA HA HA! You can argue, well, hey, it's satire and all that, and you can argue that, hey anybody dumb enough to think that's really Sonny Rollins talking, fuck them, yeah, I get all that, but those are all points that in any court of law would be stipulated to in advance. Arguing them past that point is belaboring the obvious. If I was one of those salty ass judges you see in the movies, I'd call counsel into chambers and ask, really, is that the best you got? Is that ALL you got? Because although not too many of us here have put our life as deeply into this music as to have true battle scars (and none of us here to the extent that a Sonny Rollins has), the point that's not being considered is that there are people who have, and regardless of intent on the part of the New Yorker, those people seen that sort of weaponry fired before, and they've seen it aimed, successfully aimed, to kill. Never mind that this is, in today's world, just some halfass Fourth Of July cartoon fireworks, THEY hear the noise and just don't not see what's fun or funny about any of it. Who am I to convince them otherwise? So, stop trying to put forth the line that Sonny Rollins is "ok" with this type thing. He's not, and he has damn good reason to not be. An internet full of geeky record collectors, maybe not so much. But by the same token, an internet full of "hey, get over" it types, not so much either, because either way, it's a cheapening of an individual has been there, done that, and when it comes to having been there and doing that, pretty much makes most people on either side of the argument look like the midgets they are when it comes to having been there and having done that. There is a real life involved in this, and I don't mean that in a touch-feely "oh the humanity" way. I mean. Sonny Rollins, day-by day, that can not be reduced to ideas, a pile of statistics, quotes, records, etc. without some serious disservice being done to reality. We can read about a young Sonny Rollins waiting on the doorstep for Coleman Hawkins to get home, or about playing the Audubon dances with Miles & Bird, or getting so strung out, or hearing the news that Clifford Brown was just killed, or ANY of all that, we can hear about it and form pictures, and ok, good. But we can do that about anybody. Second-hand (at best) vicarious life,that's all it is. Infinitely invaluable even at that, but...not the same as actually having it happen to yourself. When somebody who I know has been there, done that, and at the highest level for the longest time tells me something about how they feel, I will show them the simple respect of allowing them their feelings on their own terms. When they're dead and gone, the historians, estates, and other people who stand something to gain from so doing will all hold forth with their correct interpretations of What This Life Really Meant. But that guy, that guy in the goofy-ass red and white and Jim McKay cans (a long-time top-shelf visual presenter, Sonny Rollins has been), that was a real man still living.

One of their best of the period, imo.

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That's the back cover of Blues At Carnegie Hall, which adds a little extra "Uhhhh...." to it. To that end, I always get a little "Uhhhh...." myself whenever I see a "foreign" cover of an American album I know so well, so..

He also says he subscribes to Mad magazine, and implicitly rated the writing of a New Yorker piece as worthy of belonging in Mad. That, I thought, was the biggest and best "fuck you" of the bunch.

Yeah, I goth that box (and all the material as individual CDs, and all the Novus/etc material as original releases as well).. I decided to order the mosaic when I needed to make a drummer a copy of "The Jick" for reference/study purposes and only had the LP. Got to thinking that it would be nice to have all this stuff with the "under one roof" thing, all in digital, as well as getting to the unreleased X-75 material. Bottom line, the lazier I get, the more inclined I am to send links to You-Tube videos than to rip an LP cut, even though YT audio is just nastybad sucking. Oh well, 2015 will be her soon enough, one hopes!

Well crap. I went to order this tonight and it's on back order until 2015? When did this happen?

Best Eyebrow Acting (Category = Female) Ever? Very seldom "great" with the lines, but not necessary, the eyebrows say more than words ever could. If looks could kill, you'd be dead before you could take your last breath.

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To reference the *GREAT* Samuel L. Jackson, I don't know what's in YOUR wallet, but I ain't giving nobody NO $20.00 out of mine just for kicks.

When I was a kid, substitute teachers were usually hotter than the regular ones, either young teachers who had recently retired to have a kid, or else were just out of college and kind of biding their time until a regular gig came along. So, this Freeman guy, I don't understand why looking like a substitute teacher is something that bugs him, unless he's the victim of an educational system that was unfortunately option-availabled..

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For some reason, I much prefer the material on the Atlantic over that on the Reprise, even though they're from the same sessions. Go figure.

Series, not show, the answer was, I think, "hey", and a few episodes later, there's another janitor with a whole scene of speaking lines, this time played by Jimmy Witherspoon. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1163437/?ref_=ttep_ep5

That's why you always build catalog, the long-term return on the initial investment.

Let's back this puppy up and get the hell outta Dodge! https://twitter.com/djangogold But wait, not so fast! In Gold's defense, after reading a page or two of his tweets, it's not that he hates jazz or Sonny Rollins, he's just a really not-funny guy, period. So Sonny should be gracious towards him, I think. Giants shouldn't step on midgets, unless, that is, the midget is asking for it, in which case, smoosh that punk away, big guy!

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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1164145/ He plays a janitor dry-mopping the gym floor after a game, only says one word, but Chet Kincaid says "hi, Jim" or something like that, and JOS responds. I am 100% certain that it is him.

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Apparently Jack Handey is published in The New Yorker from time to time. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Handey Never had occasion to ponder it before, but I did not think that Jack Handey was a real person, much less that he would be a Texan. Although, of course, now that you mention it, how could he not be? The only problem I have with this New Yorker piece is that it's just not funny. It's like, humor directed "downward", toward/at the "little guy" is not humor, it's sadism (not that comedy is very frequently not sadistic anyway, just sayin'.... Apparently, somebody has been hearing about "Sonny Rollins" so much lately that they think he's a bona fide Media Star, like Joe Henderson or somebody. Hell, even in the obsessively masturbatory world of Jazz Savantry, there is still a Great Unsettled Debate about When/Why Did Sonny Rollins Stop Mattering And When/Why Did He Start Mattering AGAIN? So, this feels like, Whack-A-Mole, oh, this Sonny Rollins guy, heard enough about him, jazz sucks and he'll be dead sooner than later, fuck it. Maybe when he dies he'll take jazz with him. I sure hope so. No, Jazz Musician, get out of MY life. If I have heard of you even once and remembered it, somebody's not doing their job. I guess if f you want a job done right... If they did this bit about Sabir Mateen, #1 - they wouldn't, #2 - if they did, everybody would be, like wow, this Sabir Mateen guy is really dark, #3 - haha this Sabir Mateen guy, what a GREAT comic persona!, #4 - men would be hipstering their nuts off to tell everybody, HEY I KNOW WHO SABIR MATEEN REALLY IS, cn I hz my blow job and coke now? I like S.J. Perelman, whatever happened to him?

I'm arguing for a reality-based perception of nasality. Nothing more.

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