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Bob Stewart the tuba player who worked with Arthur Blythe? Nah, this guy was a drummer and a DJ. NEver played a tuba in his life so as I could tell.

2011 AL Gold Glove team

Yeah, the context is off...I was going by the glasses mostly... Not sure about Ronnell Bright either, though. Nice long five-part intervioew with him hre<

Wild guess....Mal Waldron, somehow?

Not quite... Check the seller location...

This.

It's kinda like the dude who hits on your fiance vs the dude who hits on your wife. On the one hand, if the guy wants it bad enough and thinks he has a shot, can't really fault him for trying, especially if she sends mixed signals. On the other hand, no. That's just wrong. Period.

I liked the Cowboys then. Never cared at all for the Landry/Schramm/Murchison way of doing business, although in retrosepect they were once as brilliant as they became outmoded. Just never liked the image of an organization in Tom Landry's image (which I never liked in itself) when the reality, starting at the top, was totally the opposite. The only thiing that Hollywood Henderson (and before him, Duane Thomas) did was dare to defy the image. Nobody defied the image and lived too long. The Jerry & Jimmy show was a BIG relief when it first hit town. No more pretense, no more hypocrisy, these guys were rolling in, players were openly drinking beer after practices, Jimmy was cussing players in practice in front of everybody, it was LIVE, it was real, and DAMN was it fun! But it didn't last. Jerry wouldn't let it last. And now, Jerry's way is just as false and failed as was the old Cowboys. But unlike Clint Murchison & Bum bright, he'll never sell the team. So, we're stuck. Well, Cowboys fans are, anyway. I'm so not there any more.

Early 90s, actually. Michael Irvin was the highest profile of the bunch.

We had a longtime jazz DJ around here named Bob Stewart, who was on a variety of stations over the years, and as the years went by, he'd play a lot of the same stuff that he always played, using the same records he always used (even after the stuff came out on CD). I first head him in 1972 or so, and last heard him not too many years ago on a late-nite shift on the local community access station. He was playing some Milt Jackson CTI thing, something I know I heard him play when it was new, and plenty times since. The scratches had gotten pretty audible. I remember thinking to myself, damn, I've grown up and grown old with those scratches.

Even as an owner...I know what you mean, but I think he's gone over the top even as an owner. Cowboys Stadium looks good on TV, but in person, it's just too damn big. Garish, ugly, freakish. The entire Cowboys' culture now is pretty much you're Gonna Love Us Because We're The DALLAS COWBOYS!!! Jones has no concept of anything other than image. And as he's proved more than once that he will put his own vanity over the good of the team if it comes to that. That's poison from an owner, turns him into a pimp instead of the guardian of a legacy. Entirely personal reaction - every time I go to Rangers Ballpark In Arlington, I get a good feeling just walking up to the place. It's got it's own perfect balance between bigness and intimacy, local & universal, extroverted and humble, it's just perfect within itself. And then I look next door at Cowboys' Stadium and automatically think, this is everything that is wrong with Texas, everything that is wrong with sports today, everything that is wrong with America, period. Instant gratification. Style over substance. Nothing that doesn't have a price tag on it, including "goodwill". It's a pimp's world. It's Jerry World. Rob Ryan (Buddy's son!) stepped up and said, yeah, we really sucked and it was all my fault. I nearly shit my pants, hearing such blunt honesty and direct accountability in the name of the Dallas Cowboys. I bet Jerry did too. But probably not for the same reason.

Another open mouth!

Man with open mouth!

If all else fails....burn the cut to a disk, then put the burned cut into a standalone player/burner with two bays and burn it to another disk in "record" mode out of your amp. Then rip that cut back onto your computer. If anything still shows up after that, you've been possessed by demons. See your local chango immediately.

Freddie Hubbard's Head!

Yeah, nothing says "mood" like being in a dark room with a harsh-toned junkie altoist with blatantly intentional alternative intonational proclivities!

Thanks to Simon Cowell & Elton John, we're still running at a deficit, though. But you really should try a McGriddle (the syrup's baked in ya'know) and, while they're available, the McRib, which is one of those rare foods about which it can be said that deconstruction is not only undesirable, but also impossible. McDonalds is to food what tires are to peaches! (and really sorry about the syphillis thing...you'd think that with all the inbreeding an immunity would have been developed my now, but I guess not!)

Greatness allows itself its interludes, but irritation is forever constant!

Dig the pig!

Zimilar Zimmerli zimpressions here:

"The dark can be very relaxing with Jackie McLean"....that's a weird enough thing to put on an album cover, but weirder still, perhaps even uber-weird, is what generated that thought in the first place. What possible confluence of events could be running through somebody's conscious and/or subconscious mind that the thought that the dark can very relaxing with Jackie McLean pops up?

Well, there is Alaska. But tha ego-space is already occupied. However, true megalomaniacs don't let that get in their way. Jones/Palin cage match, anybody? Maybe throw a wild tiger or ten in the cage around Round 3 just to make it interesting?

And yeah, the iv chord is minor. Went back an relistened. My bad. It's the I chord after the iv chord that's major.

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