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Does the broadcast still exist? It does, right? That on a DVD would make a great sweetening of the pot, especially if some more contemporaneous TV footage could be added.

Apropos of your kids getting married...as nerve-wracking as the teen years can be, I don't know that there's anything more nerve-wracking than one of your kids coming home with somebody and having to pray to ANYBODY's god that this is not "the one"... My daughter actually asked me one time when she was, like, 12 or so, "Dad, is it ok to date for me somebody who's not the same religion as us?" (this coming after we'd not been to church for about 4-5 years...go figure...it must be Texas...) I don't know what that means, I really don't. Give me the guy's name. She gave me a name. Yeah, he's a good kid, good family, good character, nice guy, hell yeah it's ok. Good choice! "Well....uh....it's not him...." You see these gray hairs? Yeah....

The lofts and musician-run labels of the '70s constitutes a golden age, IMO, contrary to the dominant Marsalis-Burns narrative. Word. You might still be broke, but you're your own broke.

But where there's sand, there's silicon...

i remember waaaay back, around 1990 or so, writing a letter to Michael Cuscuna with suggestions for future sets, as was solicited of Mosaic customers then (and now). One of them was what I thought would be a sure-fire big seller - The Complete Pacific Jazz Recordings of The Buddy Rich Big Band. At the time, none of this stuff was out, and the LPs were going for crazymad prices, so...good idea, right? No! Michael wrote back something along the lines of "No way. Won't happen. Too much money to be made releasing the albums individually". Well, put them out individually they did, all with a buttload full of unreleased material. And they're all still in print. I just ordered three I didn't really want just to complete my set before they did go OOP (and you know that at some point they will). Together they would have made a great Mosiac, but...it appears to have been a smart move to not do it that way. So, in your estimation, what else falls out like this? Ellington's 50s Columbias come to mind for one,,,anything else?

Now, see, if you were a genuine psychopath, you'd have a perfectly linear explanation that tied everything together nice and neat, no ambiguity, everything resolved in advance, and the only time your head would explode would be when a bullet went through it. Fraud! :g

Or her wit...

As long as they get to the point where they don't ever have to ask for money (and by god, I know that day will come...), I'm like, hey, go forth, don't get arrested, don't get trapped, and above all else, sleep where you live.

Little Richard The Isley Brothers The Blue Flame

They did this to Cleopatra's sister the other night on some cable channel. I also saw them do it to the Shroud of Turin for the "first ever look at the possible face of Jesus" about a year ago. Algorithms run amok!

I've found Hibbler to be an acquired taste which I'm gradually attaining, but, yes, it all started with the date with Rahsaan (which, in a "my times have changed" sidelight, I first heard as a new release on a crackly, fade-y Sunday night AM jazz show out of Des Moines, Iowa that my radio in East Texas would always pick up. Also heard the Von Freeman Atlantic date for the first time on that show as well. Atlantic (or Rahsaan) must have served Des Moines well!). Have you heard the Earl Coleman Atlantic side? It's kinda "lost" these days, but is worth looking out for. The first time I heard Earl Coleman (other than with Bird) was w/Sonny, on "Two Different Worlds". One time my mom was visiting & I put that side on as background music while she got supper ready (Mom would always cook, couldn't keep her from it, and still would if she was able, that and sewing/crocheting/etc were her lifeblood) and as soon as that voice came out of the speakers, she let out with a OOOOOO and then said, "oh NO, Jim, that man sounds like he's one step away from being dead..." For all I know, he might have been.

The Small Faces Big Head Todd J. Fred Muggs

What's the over/under for this thread lapping itself with no change?

Interesting. He's on my list of the all-time worst singers! Pete, I can understand you. It may sound funny for a lot of people, since "Pancho" sometimes sounds a little "doggish", but I got the impression that this kind of vocalist somehow fit´s into the boppish context. Boppers like Bird, Diz, Tadd, and even Monk seemed to like him and featured him as a kind of "contrast" between the faster instrumentals. I still remember that great little LP "Tadd Dameron/Fats Navarro" live at Royal Roost 1948 (mistitled "Birdland 49") which I used to listen to over and over again with a friend, the only friend I had who had the same musical tastes like me. After hearing them ultra fast versions of "Rifftide", "Antropology" there was a very slow version of "Pennies from Heaven" and a cute little tune called "The Kitchenette Across the Hall". We would burst out with laugh and ...."oh man, you hear that? Oh no, sh........". After some more beer we´d listen again, and again, and after some time we´d try to sing it that way and so we found out it fits, it´s part of the game. Collecting all those bop stuff, we soon had the sides with Monk and Milt Jackson, the Bird live from 48, the stuff with Diz (dig the film Jivin in Be bop with Pancho singing "I´m waiting for you", or Darn that Dream on Miles "Birth of the Cool". Pete, thank you for reading and commenting my suggestion of Pancho. I really enjoyed to explain my reasons for that.....maybe strange choice.... Have you heard the Riverside album where Kenny Dorham sings? Much the same thing. It's all, I think, a specialized subset of the Billy Eckstine thing.Earl Coleman's in there too, even, in his own way, early Jackie Paris. Highly stylized conceptions of syllabifications & vowels.

Vicarious warfare. We love it. We love it in movies, in TV, in video games, you name it, we love it. The more "realistic", the more we get into it. And there's a real lack of "adultness" to the dialogue. It's either All Bad or All Ok, never, well, in this case it's probably more appropriate for some people but not for others...no, it's ALWAYS ok or it's ALWAYS bad. Hell, no wonder we love vicarious warfare. We can't process ambiguity worth a damn, and we sure as hell don't like getting hurt ourselves.

And besides, not being able to differentiate between a genuine psychopath, a repugnant asshole, and a plain old dumbass is not exactly having your survival skills honed to their sharpest, if you know what I mean.

Would that include the likes of Adolf Hitler or Julius Streicher? This thread is developing a certain troubling bent, particularly when we start mentioning the likes of Roy Campbell. Are we going to start talking about the Protocol of the Elders of Zion next? Giving them a hearing doesn't precluding kicking their asses back to hell where they belong. And why we always gotta go Hitler, and why we always gotta suspect latent Nazi-ism? I can't speak for anybody else, but If I give you my word of honor on my mother's still living and breathing soul that Hitler and Nazis never have, do not now, and never will live in this hear, soul, and brain of mine as anything other than the most vile and repugnant examples of the most vile and repugnant manifestation of the most vile and repugnant traits of humanity, can we just relax and discuss? Or is that (probably understandably) impossible?

It rhymes. Now that's poetry! "The Invert", eh? That's one you don't hear any more...last time I heard it was in some old article about Lester Young, pleading the reader to understand that he wasn't one. I do like the rage about reducing the human spirit to pulp for industrial use (and yes, "convulsive gold" is a good turn of phrase), that's real enough...don't at all like the way he gets there, so...B+ for desitnation, D- for route. Saved from an F because... it rhymes! And again, if we throw the whole thing out because of its wackiness, we lose the true parts as well. Reason enough to give any angry man (or woman) a hearing, even if they are batshit crazy.

I just had some bad luck with grading from Dusty. An LP they graded as "Very Good" came in with both sides having rice crispies throughout & had several large, visible scratches that showed up as clicks and pops, some of them very heavy. I'll be a little less likely to use them for used vinyl in the future. If you're looking for something besides a play-for-fun copy ( I mean, $4.99 for some 30-35 minute pretty-good-at-best LP vs 3X more for a CD, yeah, I'll accept some "listening artifacts" ), never buy anything from them that is not rated Very Good + or higher, and do know that the older the record is, the more liberal they are with the +. As with their delightfully hyperbolic reviews, their grading system speaks a language all its own, and you gotta know what they're really saying in order to understand what they really mean.

Hell, I'm willing to give any angry man (or woman) a hearing, black or otherwise. As long as they're not just whining.

I don't see how the "revelation" that players "shoot to kill" (so to speak) shatters any "illusions" created by staged prayers, flyovers, martial music, suffocating corporate miasma, whatever. Hell, it just reinforces them. America loves shoot-to-kill and America loves to sentimentalize it. Organized savagery is the wave of the future if the present social/economic trends continue. The illusions are the reality. Having said all that, I still love a good football game. But not like that.

i don't know the answer to that question because I've never heard such a work before. I am very fond of Hank Williams Jr.'s "A Country Boy Can Survive", though, if that even begins to help.

S.W.A.T. Team Sweathogs Sweet Things

Yeah, Hamilton comes back for a clarinet solo, Gonsalves for a tenor. Gerald Wilson recorded the arrangement himself, it's on the Mosaic box. There's a few minor tweaks, which I don't know if he did after Duke recorded it, or if Duke did before he recorded it. Nothing significant, just a few little things here and there.

The only part of me that feels good as a result of my choice of footwear is my feet. I am not unsympathetic to the gist(s) of Mr. Payton's broadsides.