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This was the unknown for me: Wish the song was even half as good as the title...oh well!

Surely "flounce" is one of the less-commonly used words here on the O-Board. That's kinda like a Johnny Richards piccolo part!

Well, how much more honest than that can you get? I mean, that's some integrity right there, in it's own way, to actually turn your anti-social tendencies outward and not inward. If not exactly integrity, then at least...industrious. Fuck all this self-loathing, self-pity shit, I want it, I take it. If I get it, I worked for it. Frank Morgan, BeBop Corporatist! Would you feel the same way if your grandma fell victim to his supposed charms? Nah, I'd get a crew to go pick him up and bring him back. Then I'd tie him up, slit his throat, and drink his blood straight from his throat. Wouldn't even use a straw. Good for him my grandma was dead before he made his comeback!

Yeah, how many lives have been fucked up by bad math? Hell, why would I know? How should i care? People do like their suppostional premises, and they do like for us to believe them. But me, I say fuck that!

Well, how much more honest than that can you get? I mean, that's some integrity right there, in it's own way, to actually turn your anti-social tendencies outward and not inward. If not exactly integrity, then at least...industrious. Fuck all this self-loathing, self-pity shit, I want it, I take it. If I get it, I worked for it. Frank Morgan, BeBop Corporatist!

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Hell, to be a junkie is to be a con, they're inseperable. You want to hear a con-man at work, listen to that Jackie McLean outtake where he's giving his rhythm section a pep talk, like he's a Really Nice Guy trying to make a Really Good Record. The guy's got his ass on the line and can't afford to fail, period. Nothing "nice" about it. Or for that matter, ask Freddie Redd about Jackie McLean (or so I've often been told)... But Jackie McLean was indeed a great player, and a con-man. I also think that, con-man or not, Frank Morgan played some beautifulass ballads in the last stage of his life. Con-man...jeez, that's so obvious as to have no real meaning beyond the obvious.

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I bet him and Rod Serling got together and watched cheap porn while chain-smoking and drinking. Just a hunch.

I said "con-man" because in order to do their work con artists typically must pretend to have emotions (i.e. deep concern for those they aim to bilk) that they don't actually have, and there was something about much of Morgan's "comeback" era playing that gave me that feeling -- in particular, that the overtly emotional gestures in his playing seemed to be just that, something separate from rather than the inevitable outgrowth of the musical flow. I should add, though I can't be wholly sure about this, that I think I had this feeling before rather than after after I became aware of the details of Morgan's criminal career. Everybody pretends to have emotions to one degree or another, except those who get overwhelmed by the thought, and then they pretend they don't have them. Eitehr way, there's no judge or jury in the world that can make the right call on that one, and there's so much projection involved in our ascertainment process as to render the whole thing absurdly comical. I mean, really, there is so much "emotion" in music, great music, even, that is affected and/or there for the purpose of artifice, so much that I'm to the point where I'm fully prepared to be conned at least as often as not, and if it's a good enough con to get over on me, hey, props to you for a job well done. You can guard your heart, or you can guard your wallet, but its more trouble than its worth to think you can do both at the same time on an ongoing basis. Now, speaking of con-artist California alto players, Art Pepper's 50s work is exactly that. And it's great playing, although for "honesty's" sake, give me the pest of his 70s work any time. Art Pepper was one fucked-up dude (and hey, aren't we all?), and his 50s playing was all about portraying it otherwise. But if it's "better art" than the more honest work, then hey, Kudos to the Con for again working its magic.

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I wonder if he hung out with Ed Murrow?

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Then I don't think it's particularly either, to be honest.

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Whatever happened to Clyde Lombardi? Network gig?

This.

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Now wait a second here - this has turned into a thread about duplicate threads, and we've already got one of those: I'd like to see a pure picture dictionary, where there's no words and everything's in photographic order.

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What's funny is that the open Rodney King thread is getting no traffic at all, whereas this one about the closing of its duplicate is turning into a Johnny Richards chart!

That's one of the funniest probably-unintentional jokes I've ever heard!

Nothing wrong with this one either. Ok, the vocals (lead and background" are too echoey and could be brought more forward in the mix. Apart from that, though, this is a damn fine straight-up Soul record. And if it kinda sounds like Ray's in the middle of that particular parade instead of leading it from in front, hell, whose parade is it, anyway?