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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

Corporations always talk about changing themselves. What they mean is that they want to find trendier, sexier, ways of essentially staying the same. That's a fair (enough) game to play, but that's all the game it is.

Concubine. Can't say it with a straight face.

That escape from the bases-loaded no outs jam...I'll never forget that (unless something goes haywire with the brain or something). Talk about electrifying...

Bring it on home, boys!

I could understand a sanitized version..I mean, who wants to be known as the guy who was so fucked up he fell down and was brain-damaged for the rest of his life? Then again, I wasn't there, so...who knows for sure? But yeah, people get fucked up and fall down and bad things happen sometime. Happened to Hilton Ruiz.

Anybody ever heard Tony's aborted Barbarians project (quasi-semi-punk-rocky-ish, sorta, but definitely a Rock Band, with a vocalist and everything)? That's another one that Columbia put the kibosh on, although demos were made and have survived. Sounds like the thing with Beck never made it that far.

I'm mostly ok with Woods until right after he came back from Europe. Quill's always been ok with me, although there's a certain smartassy certitude to both his and Woods' playing that I usually can't ignore, probably at least partially the result of ruling the NYC studios like they did during that time, not that they shouldn't have, praobably also just a natural part of who they were in the first place, which probably led to the ruling the NYC studios like they did during that time. But excellence can get inbred-ishly self-referential at times too, and sometimes that's what I hear more than I do something from-the-gut-ty. But not always, and even then, hey, it's good to be good, ya' know? iirc, the press at the time was that he had gotten violently mugged(?) Not so?

Has anybody ever done Braille liner notes?