Hmmm...no luck in either Firefox or IE.
Oh well.
When do we get the Eddie Vinson papers? That Miles Davis guy needs to be brought down some more notches!
I've begun walking more. You don't need a car, you see/hear/smell more, and it's damn near impossible to do with your head up your ass.
So, uh,,,sometimes the car is best left in the garage (and not the mechanic's type).
Life is a car. It either runs or it doesn't, and if you're stuck in the desert, you need a mechanic once you make sure your head's not up your ass.
And that's that!
Kovacs is not for everybody.
As for Ferguson, the Kovacs "cult" has been in place for quite a while. Ferguson would have had ample opportunity to see archival footage somewhere, somehow.
I don't see any influence myself, though. But then again, I don't find Craig Ferguson funny at all.
Comedy is one of the most subjective things there is. Perhaps the most!
Life is complicated and contradictory enough while it's happening. Lots of moving parts and auxiliary subsystems all going on simultaneously. What makes us think that those complications and contradictions can finally be "solved" once all the parts stop moving? Sure, we can get "facts", but "facts" are always there to be had if you look hard enough. But "facts" are just a part of "truth", and perhaps the least determinant part at that. After the facts, conclusions are drawn, and that's where we believe what we want to believe about what it is we think we've found.
It is to laugh!
I very much liked it for what it was. Like I said, it sounded like family talking and that's a rare trait in a jazz book these days, where the books too often sound like pseudo-scholarly pissing matches over ownership right (the exceptions do in fact prove the rule). Yuck
To put it another way - the amount of jazz literature that seems to be cut from the same cloth into the same clothes as the music itself just ain't that plentiful. The Green book is.
It feels like this cover looks:
I got no problem with that cover (or the music therein, for that matter).
Yeah, I enjoyed the Grant Green book as well. To me, it read more like like a family reminiscence/journey/whatever than a "scholarly bio", but hell, so what about that? I mean, really?