JSngry

In every individual's world, there had better be! Stand for nothing and fall for anything, etc. So it behooves you to understand that one man's war on the bourgeois, is in their world, a war to keep that particular wrongness away, just as those who fight the war to keep the Claimer Of Bourgeois in check or on the outs do so for the exact motivation - to keep something out of their world they find wrong and unacceptable. It's a pretty funny, really. Everybody being right and everybody being wrong. My suggestion? A tall glass of ice tea, made on the spot. This is the best there is, I would think. Look at the size of those pellets and the non-English of the language! World peace in a bottle, right here!

Thoroughly Modern Millie The Unsinkable Molly Brown The Undrinkable Tom Collins

Well, if you can't distinguish rubbish from quality, that's quite one thing, pretty much a character flaw, maybe even a sign of some kind of mental shortcoming. So, yeah, distinguishing rubbish from quality is a sign of at least some clerness (or as we yokels like to call it "good sense"). But the ability to embrace quality rubbish and disdain rubbishy quality, now that, that is professionalism in action. In a world full of amateurs, professionalism is like a glass of fresh-brewed iced tea on a hot summer day - a reason to both stop and relax, and to invigorate for further doings. None of which involve whining. Caffeine don't mix with whine. ENERGY mixes with caffiene! So have a glass, reinvigorate, and get to know yourself, who you are, who you aren't, and just fuck everybody who thinks you're wrong (unless, of course, they're right, in which case, learn from them and THEN fuck 'em). Just don't be drinking cold caffeine and listening to ECM. That's a recipe for disorientation if ever there was one, not unlike dropping acid and wearing a straightjacket.

On the other hand, why would you want to like something you thought wasn't at least as good, in some form or fashion, as what you already like? I mean, how smart is it to like something you really don't like just to be all egalitarian and shit? And that goes both ways, up and down. I like good bad music better than I do bad good music. As to what is good and what is bad, hell, figure it out for yourself and then own it. Just know that other people will be doing the same thing, and if they are wrong (and most of them are), they're wrong for/in your world, not necessarily the world. And if you don't have the good sense to know that your world itself may not work for the world, then jeez, get the fuck over yourself, ya' know? The world is a jumbo mega-mashup composite of a big bunch of your worlds, and as such, shit get funky sometime. God bless that resultant funk, for that is How Things Should Be (and don't argue, because that is The Truth ). To thine own self be true, and all that. It ain't exactly new, that thought...

Bob Moose Ed Meese Mr. Jinks

Hamilton Burger Ronald McDonald Sleepy LaBeef

Perry Como Percy Foreman Bob Purkey

Those couple he made for RCA at Mr. Coleman's urging were kind of 'eh'. But those had neither an RCA nor a Steve Coleman "sound" to them. I think the problem with them (to the extent that there was one) was that nobody involved had a particularly good grip on how best to record that size of ensemble playing that type of material. So, failure of execution, yeah, up to a point. But submitting to a producer's overall "sound" and/or "vision"? Uh-uh.

Donald Hollinger Moondoggie Sunkitty

What's the over/under on this being the photo used for the stamp design? Sure hope it's self-adhesive. No way in hell I'm licking that...

No Jaws, and a pretty shitty, no, really shitty song selection overall, but...Bing & Basie together can't help but swing, it appears by the results of this record. I found myself just blocking out the "songs" altogether and just riding the groove.

Good, yeah, I don't know that Sam ever made a bad record, but definitely not of a sort with what was immediately preceding and postceding it. It's more like "Sam Rivers making an ECM record" than it is "a Sam Rivers" record, which is all well and good, but I doubt that Sam went to Eicher and said "Hey, Manfred, here I am baby, USE me in the service of your unique vision".

Pics or it never happened

Yeah, well, fuck the hipsters, and fuck anybody who is dumb enough to care what they think. For that matter, fuck anybody who cares too much about what anybody thinks, especially about their musical tastes. It's like god - if you have to find it in a group, you really don't have it in the first place, and if it bothers you that these groups exist, well, get over it, stand on your own feet in your own world, and interact with the other worlds as much or as little as is needed. But for crissakes, no matter which side you're on, stop all the whining! Geez, I'm whining about whining. How ECM-ish of me! :g

Ernie Chip Robbie

No, best not to scold those who know their preferences & state them as such. That shows both respect and understanding. Respect by itself is for toadies, understanding by itself for catatonics and/or manipulators.

Mister Moose Bunny Rabbit Grandfather Clock

In the world of Chuck Nessa & Nessa Records? Not a bad place to be... I'll say this about ECM - many, many great records over the years, none of which "changed my life" or anything, but still quite a distinguished catalog. And a lot of stuff that I really don't, won't, and can't give even a clean rat's ass about. Oh well. Now that we're at 2012, probably more of those than the other, and by a comfortable margin. And a few "WTFs", like the Sam Rivers & George Adams mentioned earlier. I'll never believe that Eicher never exerts producer's influence. I'm not that big a chump.... However... If I could have my choice between hearing the music on a great ECM record presented without the ECM recording/production/EQ/whatever/etc "sound", I'd jump at that opportunity like Bob Beamon in Mexico City, even if it means losing the time-defying slooooow decay that puts Lester's version of "I Only Have Eyes For You" into another time-space continuum altogether. That's the exception that more than proves the rule. Besides, that groove don't need no mechanical assistance to be that groove, if you know what I mean. As far as the music on the many non-great ECM records, the best thing IS silence, and there's no shortage of that. So why settle for next-best?

Captain Ahab Captain Kangaroo Sir Walter Raleigh (in the pouch)

Great finds or not, I don't know, but...there they were. Apparently they weren't even on the same coast when they each recorded their contributions, but...I think it's the last Bing album ever, and if there's stray bits of Lockjaw here and there, it'll be ok. The fine print shows arranged by Robert Farnon, so I was curious. Ok, not the last Bing album ever, apparently. Still, close enough.

I remember London Lee.

I'll love it and take it out dancing.

Actually(?) from 1969..about as late as it gets...

Mr. Bean Coleman Hawkins Jimi Tenor