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Seriously? That's funny.

as sortakinda per Andre Previn re:Duke vs Kenton, Terry Teachout writes a bigass book, Duke gives 90-ish seconds of patter, and who tells the most truth? And exactly who is enjoying the shadow of whom? And do they not realize that when they kill the light, their shadow will no longer exist? What fools these mortals be!

I mean, ok, I'm sure there's some kind of problem with this, there's problems everywhere with everything, ain't no livin' in a perfect world, right? but whatever problems there are with this particular piece of music exist, as far as I can tell, on some kind of vibrational/extistinkial plane with which I am not cognizentially intersectating. If one is, then one is, but that then becomes something for one to process without getting or trying to get me involved in thinking that whatever problems/questions/answers/etc exist as a result of anything other than one's own personal - not universal - situation. I ain't in all that, thank you, and I ain't the only one.

Or else it suggests a kind of savvy about how the media works, and that when you say X, you get "good coverage". These "controversies" about who likes what and why is a consensual game played by press and, more and more frequently, musicians alike, with the only goal being to gain profile which will then, hopefully, result in more product being moved, be it rock, paper, or schizzers. Matthew Shipp has his press rap down to a science, and it appears that Glasper's is developing likewise, get a theme or two, variate it as needed, and always throw in a little stray fresh info for freshness. Anybody think that Marc Meyers is gonna put a Robert Glasper piece in the WSJ where the focus is on what kind of clothes he prefers, what movies he's been checking out, anything but the "upstart rebel hip-(h)(b)opster bucking the jazz establishment" angle? What would that look like, the world in which that even becomes an option? Some day, but not to day. Cogs, that's all this is, cogs. The cogs of business. WSJ needs a cog (although why is still beyond me), Mark Myers needs a cog, Robert Glasper needs a cog, so together they all got their cogs. Win-win, especially if some suckers read it and think it matters, that cogs do more than coggify. FWI I still dig "Searchin" a BIG bunch of lots, although Boyz II Men was after my prime®(est) time. No biggie.

If a musician gets an interview w/a major media outlet and then doesn't say anything, does a tree fall in the woods anyway?

I engaged the carrot cake in a lusty repartee of thrusty wits and cold platter chips, neither one of us seeking to avoid nor belittle the others most dangling delectables and alluring amenities, the cake was there to be eaten, and eaten with engorged lasciviousness at that, and me, I was just a dude who being driven by nothing too more complicates than to just get all up in that cake and have my way in a most natural way, the way that left everybody feeling better when, finally compulsions were sated and it was clean whole-GLANDULAR ACTION in the service of the most easy most slated ways made the perfect world. The cake as truly taken, an the cake nevermore deeply satisfied in the cosmic order than when it were so, neither place nor role mattered then, on consumption it the most pre-innocent, undefiled manner possible. Every bite should engage the genitals; and see if the partnership is a fast and/or worthy one. In my case, it always is; We take with great pleasure that which is given with as equally great pleasure. None dare call it "love" for fear of cheapening it. Never lowered it's id, REAL love, love of the type that renders dogmatic praddle into so much candy wrappers for faggot candied..pettichoral transmutations of a just good natural food fuck.. Thus Sprach The Carrot Cake and I From within

For a game/series/whatever where I have no like of either team and harbor active strains of dislike for both (albeit for totally different reasons), I just watch and let instinct take over. I find myself instinctively pulling for the Red Sox, not to win, but to beat the Cardinals, beat them into a bloody red(bird) pulp, and then let's all go home, wash our hands, have hot cocoa and warm feelings, and then forget about it all.

Corrected. Why didn't somebody say something about this earlier ... Sorry. I just thought that "Surpreme" was beyond Supreme, what with it having one more letter, and figured, hey, Mark knows what's up, so like, hey, right?

No, seriously, very good in small doses!, The Peddlers, that is, although yes, Ambien too! And both at once and/or at the same time, hey...schweeeeet.

Have you ever thought of writing one of those Californian self-help books? Books, CDs, tours - you could make a fortune with ideas like that. I used to play with my eyes closed, then stopped once I realized that it was creating a false (and undesirable) sense of "separation". I'd be all eyes closed and transported and shit and then stop playing, open the eyes and OH, guess what- STILL HERE! Ask around, yeah, not only that, but you STAYED here the whole time, we saw you, right there. Might have spun/shuffled some, but never left the ground, much less the building, much less the plane. So I gradually learned to keep the eyes open so as not to go "away" but to be more "here". Experience here in this state of engagement. Here stays here. "Away" is a nice fantasy, but a fantasy that can't be brought to bear here is just a silly game, really. Escapism from anywhere, but not to anyplace. Very silly, if you ask me. Eventually it carried over to my listening, which, really, playing and listening, roots in the same place (hearing as unimpeded as possible sound from source), so why not? The only difference is that the source when listening to a record is obvious. Not so much when playing, especially improvising, but still, that's at best a technicality. A big one, perhaps, but...just a matter of engineering, really. Hearing is the main thing, always. No matter how much we'd like to think otherwise, we never hear away from where we are. Never. It's a "Romantic" notion that we can transport away through music. What we can do is bring music more fully into where we are. "Concentration" is just part of the way there, dig? Internalization, that's the destination. One..sound...at a time. But once you get it for something/anything, your eyes can be wide open and you can be peeing your pants. Doesn't matter. It's there, in you, and in your world. Not "away". Here. Now. Real. If you're really hearing something, you should be able to slow it down in your mind and sing it. The better you hear it, the better you can sing it (or at least hum it at a very low volume). That's the voice, not a machine-instrument. No theory required, no manual dexterity, nothing required except hearing. Most of us, myself included, tend to hear blurs of sound, especially at first hearing of a recording or the first impetus of a creative idea. We can feel the contours and the colors, but...reality is more than just initial blurs. Blurs can still make you have a response, but..they're still blurs. Accurate, but not yet wholly defined. Even people who deal in blurs with any sense of integrity (Bill Dixon, first to come to mind) have very distinct blurs in mind. What convinced me that there was something to this was seeing a photo of Warne Marsh in full flight - Obviously in the zone, and eyes WIDE open. Then again, different strokes, and all that. Some guys don't move at all and have their eyes wide shut, even when they're not playing. Well, if that works, ok. or more to the point, if you think it works, ok. Just keep in mind that your external reality isn't going anywhere, is not going anywhere, and really "external"/"internal", if there's a perceived dichotomy, then maybe that's what might benefit from further examination, not one's physical projections.

Brisbee, again, with supporting videos: World Series 2013: 10 more ridiculous ways to end a game http://www.baseballnation.com/2013/10/28/5037424/world-series-2013-obstruction-ending-pickoff

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What, Ham Fighters no longer in series? When did this happen? Gomes misinformed, surely, blame Fox, must willdew,

I've come to prefer (mostly) staring to closing my eyes. Just get into that zone and keep the eyes open, wide open. No sense in depriving one sense to serve another unless you have to. Make that zone as big as it can be in your brain, don't focus it, burn it into the whole thing, not just a part of it. Learn how to focus through distraction, not block it out.

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Oh, I like it too, very much. I just laugh out loud at how Tyner & Cobham start out at Gonzo and only accelerate from there...talk about a sign of the times! It's funny to me how all that was not only in the air at the time, but highly sought after. It works, yes, but if anybody thought about making a record that sounded like that today, people would be all EEEEEWWWWW....FUSIONY, BASHY! MAKE IT STOP. etc. And that's what I lauh about, how times have changed and what people want out of a "jazz" record has changed as well. But/And also - William S. Fischer does well on that album too. Very nice, idiomatically reenforcive string arrangements throughout. Interesting to hear it now, it almost comes across as a "pop" record in terms of production and sound, and spotlights being placed, and all that, but hey, McCoy was breaking out back then, not to be a true pop star, of ocurse, but as a true jazz star. The casual buyer was wanted to hear it, so they made records to accommodate them. This is one of them, and it makes me happy to look back and realize that that's the reason why this record is what it is - an effort to get more McCoy to people who would be interested in hearing More McCoy. It worked!

well haha Cardinals got Weird Baseball against them too-night, so sad, not. I'm really having a hard time pulling for anybody in this series, I mean, the Cardinals play Devil Ball, and the most obnoxious fans - no - PEOPLE< I've ever been around in my life were a buttload )as in BUTTload) of drunk Red sox fans in Arlington on a night when the Red Sox were committing baseballporn against the Rangers and their drunken fans were all, like, backroom live porn spectators making whore jokes and hey "degrade" her some MORE HAHAHAHAHARRRRR, I mean truly/really obnoxious repulsive people, literally thousands of them, with no decency or courtesy whatso ever, but Cardinals...there's large quantities of loathsome individuals who come together like flies on shit, and then there's The Devil Incarnate, Inc. I miss Napoli. Of all the player shifting we've done the last two years, that's the one (the only one, really) I wish we had back, and I know I'm not the only one. Will not pull for either "team", but will be happy if Napoli gets a ring.

Oh, John Gilmore? Let's put aside Tyner for a second - you will quite possibly want to hear Andrew Hill's Andrew!!! & Paul Bley's Turning Point. For Tyner on impulse!, I'll them take all, but the trio sides Inception, Reaching Fourth, & Nights Of Ballads And Blues take pride of place for me. As for the Milestone sides you don't already know, Atlantis is a must-have, I think, Fly With The Wind is kinda funny these days because of the Tyner/Billy Cobham fireworks show it entails, and Inner Voices is one to save for that special moment when you say, "aw, what the hell, I got everything else, might as well get this one too" A later Milestone side that people seem to sleep on is Together, which is often dismissed as too "slick" or something like that, but I dunno, there's some very good playing on there, and the more "controlled" settings were actually a refreshing change of pace at the time, and it holds up for me.. One that I slept on for too long was a big band album on Verve, The Turning Point. That's a damn good record.

I could believe it's not Leon Thomas & possibly is in fact Pharoah.

Yes, geez yes, hope that all continues to be well.