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Another thing - "symmetry" is often conflated with "logic", and,um, uh,er, ah.....no. I'd not do that if it were me.

except that...when there is more than one note, or even one note followed by a silence, harmony is implied and can be inferred, although obviously the more notes that follow, the easier it is to assign specific harmonic function, but as well all know in a (at least) Post-George Russell/Ornette World, any note can serve any function within any chord. Same thing with rhythm - if one note is followed by a another - even if it is the same note - you have a mathematical relationship (not necessarily a constant one, mind you), and then you have what can be construed as rhythm. Sure, that seems all "theoretical" and such, but that's the way it is - the more notes that follow after that first one, the more zoned in on harmony and rhythmic assignment you can get. People talk about "atonal" and stuff, and that holds true as long as you compare to "functional" harmony - but only as long as. Same thing with "a-rhythmic". No such thing either, although at some point as a practical matter...but are we concerned with practicality, or better understanding? Not always the same thing, although in the end, better understanding makes for easier games, therefore more fun, and I'm all about the fun, ok? Because in the end, fun - fun, not dumb indulgence of ongoing ignorance - is the most practical thing you can have. Now I know (and will agree with, at least up to a point) the argument that "functional" harmony (and "dance" rhythm) is hard-wired into the species. But is it hard-wired to the point that expansion of perception is perversion, or that rejection is ultimately either anti-human or else paradigmatic evolutionary shift, a "point of no return"? Or is it just a hey, grow up, it all works, or can be made to work, type thing? As I said earlier, you're asking the wrong guy, at least if you want an answer to a question that is still very much playing itself out in real time. However, I do think that it all comes down to that it is all what you want it to be, and what you want it to be is usually what you need it to be (I'm of the school that need drives want, not the other way around, although I would imagine there's a counter-argument to be made...because if we had all our needs met, we would be without want, and then we would be "fully defined", right? and then...would we still have a need - or even a want - to continue to exist? Really?). It's like, we are defined by friction, and de-defined by its absences. "All one", right? Well, ok, what then, what next? All what one? By the same token - if some melody, then all melody. You jsut don't want it all at once, because then you have it all, need removed, game over. Music no longer needed/exists. Maybe someday, maybe not. Not in my lifetime, I hope. But since it is all there, it can all be extracted in whatever way. Infinite parts from infinite whole? Why not? How not? So ultimately...interpretation. Name it, claim it, own it for as long as it runs, when it doesn't...oh well!

If a melody falls in the forest but only on deaf ears, does it still make a sound? Like anything else, a melody is whatever you make it. The more people who want the same thing, the more commonly accepted the definition, and the less the controversy about any deviation. Really, you're asking the wrong person. I hear melodies in drums. Hell, I can see melodies in shapes and stuff. So I guess maybe you're asking a question that I myself don't really understand. What is a melody? A melody is whatever you make it to be. Anything else seems just seems like marketing of an agenda to me, not that that's bad or anything, there will always be agendas, and they will always be marketed, that's how shit gets done over the long haul, be it proactively and/or reactively. But if you already know what you think it is, and you already have a disagreeable point at the ready why do you ask? Is this going to be another one of those anti-elitist rants about how musical vocabulary is the tyranny of the ruling classes or something? Well, yeah, I suppose it is. But it's how shit gets done, and when people wnat to do soemthing else, they do it as much on the battlefield of vocabulary as they do on the battlefield of action. Melody is "something that sounds like it could be sung",eh? Well good then. Who is doing the hearing, who is doing the singing, and why shouldn't I - or you - be the one doing all that anywhere with anything that strikes our fancy? Shapes, distances, proportions, angles, all that stuff, if its got those things it potentially has a melody to it (and yes, that means that a building potentially has a melody). The key word there is "potentially", though. But that's where it starts and that's where it ends. What happens in between is a matter of personal engineering (and all that comes with that). And simple Newtonianism - if the most basic doggerel can be "melody", then the most tangential abstract whiffs of nothingness count as "anti melody", but as with all things Newtonian, if on the same scale, are not both really different manifestations of the same thing, in other words, are not "most basic melody" and "anti melody" still melody, just different faces of the same thing. I think yes, they are, so then, what is not melody? I mean, everybody will accept being told some things, and be happy with not having to worry about that any more. So...pick your battles and allocate resources accordingly, I guess. For me, it's cars - don't care, just run when I turn the key, ok? For other people it's music. Same thing in the end. Battles/worries picked, and onward with whatever to wherever.

fwiw, we got the 2 last year, and whatever speed issues they're talking about in the CNET article, I don't know. But I do know that the availability of so much stuff for free, new old, common, esoteric, whatever, has made sitting down in front of the TV for a few hours at a time the adventure it used to be in the early days of the cable boom, and less the act of surrender that it's become for, like the last 10 years. The only pain is the stuff that gives you the option of watching commercial-free for 99 cents or for free with ad breaks, well, sometimes they go a little gonzo with the frequency and/or number of the ads. But hell, I a veteran of the days when all you had was broadcast tv, and commercials were inevitable and uncontrollable. I remember how to get up and walk around and do shit during commercials, ok? But anyway, this Roku thing, if you dig watching tv as a conscious act of engagement, this is a thing you will want to get at some point.

Up for thread merge.

Another form or recording, yes. But who talks about all the Sonny Rollins YouTube clips and bootlegs and very private recordings and such when contemplating his life and playing, and then putting some dots in between them? Nobody, really. It's just recordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecordsrecords like the record store is a collection of raw videotape and not an edited reel of film. One thing that jumps ut in that 82 clip is just how fit the man was. Not merely healthy, but fit, like buff. That goes directly to how he plays the horn, because the way he plays is very, just incredibly, physical. Even the most recent clips where he's all hunchbacked and wandering around, it's a physical act performed with full intent and engagement. It was, I think, when the Global Warming album came out that I said, uh-oh, Sonny's starting to sounds like he's getting old, not iny bad way, just that his body was turning that corner that all of our bodies do if we're lucky enough to live long enough to let it do so. But still, yeah, damn, look at some 20012-2013 footage, he's more engaged with the band than ever, and it's not a "solo" music that gets him there, it's a group endeavor, with him giving pointers along the way with little asides and cues that say let's keep it here, let's move it here, a little to the left, now to the right, few steps forward, now,,,===...THERE. And this bent over old man with the freakyass hair who walks around like some kind of crazy man, when he decides it his time to step in, he still puts full physical effort into it. It's inspiring as hell, but do you see that on records, no you don't. You only get to hear the playing, which is like listening to a musical and not seeing the choreography or the facial expressions.

I left it - The Patti Bown album - on top of the "B" section, so if you want it, it might still be there, and none too hard to notice. Don't think it was over $5.99.

No, "records" are not what we have, if by "records" we mean (and I do) officially commercially released product.

If Don & Peggy get married, I will barf. Forever. If they just sex, I will still barf, but only for a few days.

Barnstorming Vaudevillians Cruella DeVille DeVilbiss

Saw this yesterday at a very cheap price and had it in the pile, but then come culling time, thought about it, looked it over, though about it some more, and decided hmmmmm....buying more items just becuase they are curiosities is not what I need to be about doing right now, neither financially or reality-based storage needs, so back on the shelf you go (along with the Patty Bown Epic side, which was one tough call, actually, but these are tough times for the literal-minded immediatists, hello truth in motion, Ed Shaugnessy being the swing factor, and yes, I know about all that, not making snap-decision based on sideburn/medallion sterotypes, know what all else there is to that, like I said, a tough call, tough). So, getting home, it appears that YouTube is full of clips from the groups next(?) album, and I'm like, WHEW dodged that bullet, chief, HELL yeah! But then I ruminated that that second album was NOT presented by Stan Kenton, so maybe it's less purely Solid JazzFuture than the one I left behind, and now I don't know. Tomorrow's a holiday and my car still has gas. I can go places if I want to, especially if I need to. So, citizens of the World, what sayst youse? Is Stan Kenton Presents The Al Belletto Sextet an sleeper giant of an album, or should I leave well enough alone and just inside the air-conditioning of the crib, watch an Emergency rerun or three, and hope that some worthy party (hello, Ken, yes, you) finds the Patty Bown Epic side still there? Your voice counts!

What kinds of Gene Ammons musics are there in this movie? All pre-prison, or some post-prison as well? "Sack Full Of Dreams", perhaps? Please? If so, I will go see that movie, just because if I can hear Gene Ammons play "Sack Full Of Dreams" in a Hollywood movie, I will go forward into (and beyond) the lobby having felt satisfied, renewed, emotionally and intellectually invigorated and uplifted on a truth/reality-based basis, just like what a movies says it sets out to do every year at the Oscars, but I'm like, ok, where are THOSE movies, then, not in my world, sorry, at least hardly ever and/or never.. Then again, maybe I'm not there for them, maybe that's why they're not there for me. That would be fair.

Not necessarily a "favorite" singer of mine in terms of just singing, but damn, the guy had body language that was ,iknda like, I bet this guy got laid anytime he wanted to by anybody he wanted anytime he wanted. I can't find it on YouTube, but there's one of those Harlem Hit Parade shows (or something of similar time/place) where he's all sway and jaw movement and arms flying like swans swimming and I was like, DAMN, forget singing as an end unto itself, when it comes to projecting yourself into the world as a life-force through whatever you do, THIS guy had it all together. It was like this, only even exponentially more (and hello Marshall Royal, correct?). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvM2hVMPXwQ Whatever, let's talk about a life, ok? Herb Jeffries had one, and then some. Maybe that's why some folks end up not having one, Herb Jeffries took theirs and they couldn't find one in the vacuum.Not Herb Jeffries' fault. Not.

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I guess maybe, like recorded violence and recorded fucking, we've becomed discontitioned to really noticing startling rhythmicharmonictimbral freedom occurring in the context of recorded basic 4/4 swingtime & underlying diatonic changes (and this just the short version, because oh well, it's not really any more significantly developed past 1959 or anything, so why waste time, and it is just a record, that's all there is to figure out right there, just listen to the record and then work done). Oh well. OTOH, people who have spent some time putting air into and through a tenor saxophone with any kind of rhythmic coordination listen to any Sonny Rollins from any time, "record" or otherwise, listen all these various random "misgivings" of any degree and just really LOL, because pffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttt, really? Seriously? All these "modern" "players of today" do not push past what Sonny Rollins has done, not cumulatively, not in terms of how much of the air comes out relative to how much goes in, evenly all over the horn, and/nor how much dancing there is do to and with the time whenever the whim strikes. They might go down another road or they might signify more loudly (signifying nothing in the process) or they might break off one sector and magnify it, but they do not push past the cumulative of the cumulative Sonny Rollins (and yes, that includes the very last note he has played,which was hopefully within the last 24 hours), one is tempted to say because the maths don't go past that. So let us fully celebrate different maths, but the less that celebration is informed by an awareness of the previous maths (and the relatively/genuinely small number of true masters they have had), the less of an understanding it is and the more cheerleading plea to not be left alonely tonite it becomes. Also worth noting that very very few "players of then" (even the ones still living) have come as close to where Rollins has gone, and really...past it?....no. Just not. Hasn't happened. Won't happen. So...no, not seriously. After some point, a "flawed god" is still a god, not matter how flawed they are, and Sonny Rollins, flaws and all, has never stopped being a god, nor a flawed god (hello, "classic 56-59 " records having a helluva lot of "failures' amongst the triumphs), hell, he was jazzborn a "flawed god" and has never been anything else - and I don't think that anybody is more acutely aware of that than he is. Hello insecurity, hello ego, hello yoga, hello flat records, hello everything that is Sonny Rollins. If I need a "perfect god", hell I can make one up or something along those lines. Options aplenty for "perfect god"s., But all these mortals, DAMN what fools these mortals be.

Golden Earring Radar O'Reilly William Bendix

Silly stuff, and only sometimes fun. But c'est la vie. It's historical and it's part of a series. Prestige.

Miki Howard Noah Howard Frank Howard

"Tour De Force", a contrafact of "Jeepers Creepers". "Somebody's gonna get hung" HA!

My Old Friend Bobby An A.W.O.L.Soldier King Of The Hill

Tony Williams Tony Williams Tony Williams

Music by Phil Moore.

Keno Duke Chemo Patient Kreeno Fernandez

Always something to learn on the insternet. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hubley More Hubley/Gillespie. Who knew?

Bob Trumpy Frank Bridge Easy Aces http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFehakdHL40