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Count Basie was the master of economy, so no NOT too much ice cream, just right in fact!

True Art will take your questions, and also answer them.

Can't say that I've been totally knocked out by a Billy Hart leader date since Enchance. That's been a long time ago, but that's also one helluva tough Act One to follow,.

I'd rate the "need to hear" urgency in chronological order, and add that if you have Lomelin, you've got the best of the lot (and that it is indeed excellent in the ways you state...and that I hear you about the NY bands vs the LA bands. In Wilson's case, yes, I definitely prefer the LA cats, I think they feel the intimacies and nuances of Wilson's writing more than the NY guys do, no doubt due to the ongoing "shared scene" contact).

Yes, good to see the new folks!

True Art will lift you up.

I did not think such a thing would be possible but you know what I guess I was WRONG about that - TOO MUCH ice cream right here: And if as if to further proof the point, she is waring a especially-made-for-ice-cream raincoat, so she knows she's doing wrong with that. The top button is buttoned (as in your overcoat) all the way up (as in your overcoat) so as to protect her bosom and neck and other bodily places from the ice cream holocaust which is bound to ensue at some point, all but inevitably. TOO MUCH ice cream. World gone wrong. Delight or not.

True Art will hand you your head.

You gotta admire a dynamic canary who can face a Copa crowd without proper clothes - but with solid songsmanship.

It's taken me a few days to really absorb this loss. Not really pain, but...Cedar Walton was one of those cats who was always there, so much that it got easy to take it for granted that he always will be there. And now, no, he won't be. Weird... And to that point, unless one is genetically predisposed to reject such things like an organ submitted by an unsuitable donor, Walton's two late-70s Columbia albums are worthy of a listen or two, or with enough space in between, three or four. They're also unabashedly "commercial" but in no way "generic" or even "sellout"s. I take it as a credit that this was a man who could tailor his music for explicitly-intended wider consumption when the opportunity arose and still speak in his own voice while so doing. Ok, weak lyrics, but here's a tune that could easily be shifted around just a little into a perfectly fine "straight-ahead" piece and there was money in the pocket. Problem? No,not really. Some people would get a deal like this and do total bullshit, put on a mask, take the money, run, and then claim that they were a victim of circumstance. Possibly/probably even more would run away from the challenge/opportunity in the name of "staying pure". But Cedar Walton said, ok, give me a budget to do what you want. I got some music.My music. And that's the thing - Cedar Walton always had some music.His music. So yeah, this is a loss. Not just anybody can do that.

Never watched it, the show's name and that is was on USA made me think it was some bikini-babe-beach-bimbo thing, but it is spy stuff instead?

So that's George on alto, eh? Interesting...

Jack remembers the name...I always remember as "the samba that sounds like it could almost be "I've Got A Lot Of Living To Do" until the bridge comes". Who is that performing it, btw?

It's not that type of article. It's about a kid hearing colors, or something... Still, try this link: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB20001424127887324823804579017012918209716.html?mod=yahoo_itp or click on the link from here: https://www.google.com/search?q=How+a+1959+jazz+ballad+influenced+the+Earth%2C+Wind+%26+Fire+singer%27s+falsetto+and+phrasing&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&channel=rcs EWF was a great band until they weren't. But many good bands are never great, so, win, EWF (and Charles Stepney, while we're at it and/or by extension).

For biscuits, we would need it to come in sausage as well. Perhaps the miscomprehension of what a currently real biscuit is can be resolved in a bathtub? Common ground, even if it is ground pork.

I'm really enjoying it to this point (midway through Chapter 4) . There's a very dry wryness (sic) to the language and the characters that has me smiling all the way.

I'd like to hear the Redd Foxx Mosaic in surround sound.

Do Bee The Brothers Four Jimmy Giuffre

Art you can dish out with the whiskey and ribs the night before the sunday morning service?

I'll say - never underestimate Weil/Brecht or Bacharach/David.

Are those, like, school supply type folders?