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Does that look like LaWanda Page on the cover to you? It Does to me.

Who is the quartet now?

They're both for helping users with accessibility issues.

DAMMIT!!!! They played in Grand Prairie this evening.TONIGHT!!! I had no idea. I would shell out the ducats for this gig, just to see Brain (and The Wondermints?). The rest of those guys...saw a Brian-less Beach Boys about 7-8 years ago, and it was ok enough. fun for the whoel family (who went too). But Mike Love makes me puke, Al Jardine is kind of a placeholder even now, and Bruce Johnston wrote "I Write the Songs" (no forgiveness for that, ever). The backup band was ok, but a Wilson-less Beach Boys is/was kinda like virtual reality.

Marks replaced Jardine, who left before the band started recording. Then Jardine got some of the good sense. Supposedly Brian asked him to come back.

Check this out: http://www.techrepublic.com/videos/dojo/tr-dojo-disable-sticky-keys-and-filter-keys-warning-messages-in-windows/6206026 Doesn't sound like you've got those things on, but it's useful info anyway.

Change "things we do not wish to know" to "things we don't got the time for right now" and Flip might have a point I would concede, or at least not argue against. Wouldn't have the time for that right now! An even bigger constraint, one might even say "tyranny" (with the quotes" is the notion that somebody always has the right to allow how you say things, which in turn turns into what you say, period. Time and a place for everything, and I've got a huge amount of respect for "proper" English (and have even raised my kids to be a little anal about grammer and vocabulary, much to their simultaneous delight and disgust), but - time and a place for everything, and that means that there is also a time and a place to say fuck it, let emotion, not logic, guide the speech, and if somebody don't get it and you don't care to be proper about it, hey, that is your prerogative. Make no mistake, that is your prerogative. If you forfeit your prerogative, then you bow down on that dirty ground. No bow down.

"Sticky Keys" is a feature for the physically disabled, real or potentially: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StickyKeys

OOPS, B Beat me to it!

Ok, Windows 7 - get to Control Panel from that orb thing that replaced the Start button, lowest LH corner of the screen. Then open the Keyboard thing. From there you adjust what you want to adjust. You know, if you had a Mac, your keyboard would tell you what was wrong, fix itself, and then buy you a cup of coffee as a way of apologizing. But us Windows users have to learn how stuff actually works.

Caught him about 35 years ago when he came to NT for a playing lecture one day. No real advance publicity as I recall. The mutual sense of befuddlement between him and the general school "presentation" about what the other was up too still brings a chuckle, occasionally a real lol. I used to have family in Kalamazoo actually. Wish I still did, and that I had the time to go up there for the gig and a visit. Well, at least the gig. nobody left there to visit. Anyway, they only made one Ran Blake, so experience him while you can. I remain in wait for another chance.

What OS are you running?

No, an agent would suggest adding a chick singer.

You'll also get a little bit of Milt Jackson thrown in as well! Been succumbing to a combination of nostalgia and curiosity, been hitting the cheap bins to replace long-ago-sold items, decided to go back to the Gladewater High School band hall this afternoon via: Being cheap copies, these do have some wear. But after a recent excursion through the same material on the expanded CD reissues, I'm struck by the amount of compression used on the LPs. It's not a bad thing, really, kinda limits the dynamic ceiling compared to digital (and as a result punches everything up really nicely, i mean, POP becomes POP!!!), but when the band is playing at all but the softest tempos, you don't hear the crackles and pops. The music just charges right through all that mess, which strikes me as totally appropriate for Buddy Rich records.

No - get somebody else to have sex with your mule. You provide the live musical accompaniment and the witty contextual commentary. That's how you build an audience.

Don't you mean more gooder?

You got me, Jim. This is the first I've heard of it. IMHO, Huff is not the type of guy to just bail on his team without a very good reason. Hope everything is OK. Anxiety attack apparently: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2012/baseball/mlb/04/25/giants-huff-anxiety.ap/index.html?sct=mlb_t2_a7 Not necessarily psychological, those things. Sometimes body chemistry can get weird with the heart rhythms and you get all the symptoms. "Anxiety" is just a name, not necessarily the actual cause.

I remember this one guy, a jazz-dabbling "new music" poseur type, complaining about Pablo, how they were putting out all these useless records by people who don't matter any more. He specifically cited Roy Eldridge - why does anybody need to hear Roy Eldridge in 1976?!?!?!?! Fuck that guy. All kinds of wrong, he was. NP:

It helps to have a good premise to begin with. So many resources are squandered (although careers and other jobs are created in the process) on working with different ways to accomplish the ends of premises that ultimately require two-headed fish to become six-legged dogs who read small-town newspapers, or something roughly the equivalent of that. In other words, they're built upon the preposition that the surest way yo reach a goal is to set a goal that depends on basic natures just...changing into something other than what they are. Chicago seems to be working because the premise is a sound & simple one - we got good music being made and we got people who want to hear it. Let's do our collective best to see that they do, or at least not fuck it up to where they can't. No doubt there's games aplenty to be played, but...there's always games to be played. Life are toys. OTOH, there's endless variations of this other premise, the "we've got some people playing a type of music that is of a type considered Great but hardly anybody wants to hear it, so let's create an aura of Culture, and then put our people in the reflection of that aura (hell, some of them might actually be Good!) and wait for the masses to be attracted by the bright shininess of it all." Well, ok, but a hustle attracts hustlers, and a monied hustle attracts monied hustlers, which in turn attract money-seeking hustlers in search of, etc. Besides, "the masses" don't want the aura of "culture". They want money, pussy, and livin' large. And truth be told, ain't nothin' wrong with that if you got your head on straight about it. But heads come loose pretty easily these days, don't they...Too much attention to wants, not enough to needs, but you can't force that on anybody, not for long, anyway. They gotta want what they need. Anyway... When art ends up as commerce (and in some form or fashion, it usually does), it's the patrons who inevitably end up calling the shots. The true patrons of live jazz used to be people who liked going to clubs and the occasional road show. Now it's people who like to own things and display them because, gee, how else would anybody know how great you are? And inevitably, the product will be pitched to the patron in such a way that will appeal to the patron's desires. Gotta close that deal! Two premises. One says let's find each other, then something will happen, the other says lets make something happen, then we can find each other (even if we're not there!). Make mine the one with two known quantities seeking synergy, not the one with a vision of a wish seeking some magic formula. Let the games be ones where objectives and outcomes exist on the same plane.

How odd is seems today to be playing a Roy Eldridge LP that could have been bought in 1976 as a new release by a living artist as part of the same purchase that could have included other recent new releases by other living artists Woody Shaw, The Art Ensemble of Chicago, Grover Washington, Jr., & Weather Report. And can you ever have enough Budd Johnson? So far, no, you can't.

b/w Program 1006 - The Stan Kenton Show.

Chicago piano trio album w/Willie Pickens, very standard repertoire (one would be tempted to call it "lounge", if not for the derogatory connotation of that), but Vernell Fournier is a different enough drummer & Pickens a deep enough player that things stay interesting because of the repertoire, not in spite of it.

Red Skelton Orville Redenbacher People who chew Red Man