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Here's a possible cover photo, It almost looks like one of those great Pete Turner shots that CTI used to such good effect, but on closer examination, it's perfect for the theme of "keep getting up". Hell, there's your album title right there - Keep Getting Up. Or, if you can get Don Schlitten involved, Keep Gettin' Up!!! Eitehr way, the faux-Pete Turner look is always good for product placement. Always!

Different criteria for me, I guess What Jimmie has that his brother didn't: A real sense of taste. I think they both had taste, I just think Jimmy was/is more of a "band guy" by temperament, Stevie more a soloist. Today's music sensibilities, most all of it, is so focused on the individual highlight(s) that it's hard to remember what being in a band means/meant. Whole 'other thing, that.

Can't/don't want to speak for Larry, but I think he's maybe thinking of "virtuosity" in terms of being something aimed for at the onset, a goal to be achieved, a case of cause (dedicated applied & conscious practice at achieving full manual dexterity) and effect (being able to play damn near anything that can be played), in which case, I think I'll agree with him, at least relative to "blues" as we came to experience it before the "rock" element came to play. OTOH, there's Wayne Bennett, who was just an all round motherfucker, could play anything, but who also had the inherent taste and feel to not do so if it was not going to say what the music needed to have said. But the other type of virtuosity is that which is the end result of a different cause & effect, the cause being having a need to shape sound in any possible way to express the way you feel, the effect being that you can make any sound you need to make. And that is a virtuosisty which sepaated the great blues peoples from the merely "colorful characters". Fluency in a language vs fluency on an instrument. "Notes" vs "Sound". Intrinsically related, but only partially (at best) overlapping concerns. Then again, once said "rock" element came to play, play they did, and they brought their audience$ with them, so of course the "ground rules" changed, which I guess was necessary if you needed it to be, important if to you it was, but...still somewhat of a basic, fundamental shift in both style and substance.

And crashing & burning in a spectacular fashion. MOST impressive, even by O-board standards!

Hey you - just sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, go make a fucking record, and come back here to fucking sell it. That's the only way I'll ever take you seriously again. EVER!!! Unless maybe you can train some poodles players to carry on the great tradition that is jazz. But even then, amke a record, bitch, make a record.

Yeah, everybody else just shut the fuck up, buy everybody's records, and just be thankful for the opportunity to be on the same planet at the same time as everybody who plays a gig and makes a record. HELL yeah!

12/14/55?

Used to be, yeah..but video killed the radio star. Personally, I think charges should be brought, but it ain't my world.

Danny Kalb? Really? I was never convinced by (recorded, anyway, those who were there swear by it) Roy Buchannan,,,but Danny Kalb? Two trains...jogging, at best, I'd think.

Eyes are tired and glasses dirty, but I at first read "sat/lived" as "salivated", and thought...wow, that's pretty real...

Not T-Bone Burnette. Don Was (the new blue note guy) & Tony Brown. From 1994's Rhythm Country & Blues, a stealthy little superstar album that works really nicely - when it works. Much to its enduring credit, it was heartily and wholly un-embraced by both Country & R&B radio. Still in print, details here: http://en.wikipedia....untry_and_Blues Check the George Jones birthday thread for the duet between Jones & BB on "Patches"...and check out this one. Talk about a logical conclusion...

...so says our friendly Kroger pharmacist. At least he says it's all been recalled. At least the 50K Unit stuff, which is what LTB had prescribed to her. Asked if we could get some from Canada, he laughed and said "I don't trust it from Canada!" Well spoken, Young American Pharmacist! Don't you get Vitamin D from your hair converting it out of sunshine? Is there so much dirty hair in the world that it's polluted the sunshine and now they're having to recall all the sun in the world and cut everybody's hair off? See what deregulation gets you? Dirty hair, no sunshine, and bald heads. And no vitamins from Canada. World gone wrong.

Just for the record, me being totally neutral about Clapton means that I find him neither with nor without merit. In that regard, for me, he's kinda the blues-rock equivalent of Joe Farrell with Elvin. If the goal is to do no harm, he's met it. A lot to be said for that. If it's to leave it better than you found it, I don't know, probably not, and there's a lot to be said for that too. In the end, the scales balance out, so he's weight-neutral as far as my feelings go. Blues in orbit, perhaps? Or not?

If it was me, and if I was looking for confirmation of that, the New Yorker might not be the first place to which I'd go...

Generic/general "you", not specific. Definitely not specific.

Hell, the instrumental "commentary" is ultimately vocal too, I think. At least in the time/place/type of blues you're talking about. To that end, I'm reminded of Muddy Waters quote to the effect that a white boy could play circles around him, but no way he's ever be able to sing like him. Which, of course, doesn't really invalidate anything or anybody, but...there is a difference, which is ok as long as you don't pretend there isn't,, or that it's all the "same thing". At some level, yeah, but at another level, no. No way. And I think you really need to personally and deeply digest how it isn't before even beginning to think about how it is. Just my opinion.

Chalk one up for The War On Beer Terror!

On the flip side, I could be completely wrong, but I think that Bobby Flay gets it. On his Throwdown shows, even though he jacks with the local recipes, I get the feeling that he knows what he's doing and why (not to make it "better", just to make it different), and when he occasionally beats the local cooks at their own game, he seems genuinely embarrassed, or at least not proud to have done so. There's humility at the root of his skill set, and as with all things, it's hard to go wrong with that. I hated Bobby Flay at first, when he came on with the original Grillin' & Chillin' with that Jack guy who only used a Weber. Jack, I thought, was the real deal, and Flay the poser. Well, Jack probably was the real deal, but he was also a....difficult little fucker and as the years went by, Bobby convinced me. I'll bet that Bobby Flay would have known that "Food of the" are not Spanish words... This Jeffrey guy acted like he never even considered the possibility. That his director and/or producer didn't even catch it (or if they di, they were dumb enough to think that nobody would notice...), hey, that's just all kinds of wrong.

HA!

Yeah, Urszula Dudziak is a freak, and I mean that in the very best way.

Even when meant as a compliment, there's often the inherent condescension of self-loathing in the use of the word.

Indeed. But I (as in a band I was in) once opened a show for her, and I think that to say that she herself was "distracted" would be putting it mildly... Put her in front of a mike, though, and she gets into that Brenda-Lee-Carrying-Her-Own-Condoms zone really nicely, and stays there. Away from he mike, though...

I bought that album upon release expecting great things, but barely got even good things... Worth noting, perhaps/though, that it was recorded for Fantasy before they went on a buying spree, when it was still essentially a San Francisco label. If you believe the liners, the collaboration was instigated by Ralph J. Gleason. To me, it sounds like Bloomfield might have been a little tired (or "tired"), that Woody & Co, were more interested in the "event" than about actually exerting any quality control, and the whole thing could/should have been more tightly produced than it was. Also, that as fine as Bloomfield was, he was at heart a blues-rock player whose more extended excursions came from that place and not from the place that Woody's band of the time (mostly young and open-eared, and no doubt not unfamiliar with Bloomfield, at least by name) were coming from. Listening to Phil Upchurch play with Woody on Heavy Exposure, that's a whole 'nother thing - great contributions, but tightly focused intent & execution, not a "spotlight" time thing. Then again, in so many ways, Phil Upchurch & Michael Bloomfield were totally different people and musicians.

I understand this:

Don't get me wrong, I have agood time watching them & their new Cooking Channel (which is where this particular offense occurred), but their g-d "New York" provincialism is past the point of laughably obvious. I can't scream any more every time I hear these putzes mispronounce jalapeno, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. Get them out of their comfort zone and they're frighteningly incompetent, and proud of it, too! Anyway... Yesterday, this guy named Jeffrey Somebody was doing a show about the globalization of the burrito or some such. I remember this guy from a few seasons ago on Who Wants To Be The Next Food Network Star or whatever it's called, he was a NYC attorney, iirc, with a passion for food, and although he didn't win, you could tell that Susie Fogelson(?) was getting all horny-eyed towards him, and sure enough, here he is few years later with a show of his own. Harmless and harmlessly entertaining enough. Except for when he went to explain the history of the burrito. He's telling the story of how some guy invented a sandwich-like thing made from blah-blah-blah and how he kept them warm by keeping them next to the body of his burro as he went from village to village, and how people came to refer to the items as "food of the little donkey" or - and I quote - "In Spanish, 'food of the burrito'." No, dumbass. No, no, no. In Spanish, it would (most likely) be "Comida del burrito". "Food of the" are three English words, get it? Pinche pendejo! It goes on, and don't even get me started on the show after this one, some chick named Eden Somebody coming to Austin in search of "global cuisine" and acting like the worst-imaginable caricature of a naive hippy Peace Corp volunteer imaginable, but overall, I enjoy the programming. It's just that, geez, when you don't know what you don't know, don't be surprised when people who do know at least some of what you don't know just want to reach out and slap you sillier than you already are.