JSngry

Other than the extreme dryness of its tone, I had no real issues with the content of that book.

Seawind, Caldera, who all else, in the late 70s, they were all making this truly fusioned pop music that was too jazzy to be pop, too pop to be jazzy, too much and too little of any one thing to fit into an easily marketable niche, but that's the irony - "fusion" became synonymous with "commercial", but the stuff that really did fuse was quite un-commercial in that it wasn't an "easy fit" and therefore could not be sold all that easily. Most of this stuff has pretty much vanished and/or has been dismissed under blanket terms of "fluffiness". And fair enough often enough. Seawind does not hold up for me at all, Caldera does, but spotishly. And then there's Marilyn Scott, who made a very little bit of noise back in the day. I do remember her cover of the Dexter Wansel song "You Are All I Need" got a lot of play on the AM jazz radio here back in the day, and I take it that she's got a cult following to this day doing more mainstream fare, but this album, produced with much assistance by fellow-Bay Area forces Tower Of Power, this album is pretty much a solid gem from start to finish that holds up mighty well today. Note & chord choices are always meaty, the lyrics are hard but humble, optimistic but real, the arrangements never take the easy choices instead of the right ones, and Ms. Scott just flat out wails. In some ways, this is proto-Monday Michiru territory, so I was at once surprised and not surprised to find put that yes, Monday was familiar with the music, but not the artist. Seems that this album was a big club DJ fave in Japan, but nobosy put a name to the music. The music was just dug on its own. Once she made the connection, though, she got very excited, immediately (literally!) bought the CD, and rushed to cover a song off of it on her latest album. That's at once cool and weird, but it also pretty much sums up the whole "marketing dilemma" of music like this - it really doesn't make good "product", even though it does make good music. Anyway, here's a good sample. People who avoid anything "poppish", "fusion-y", "70s", or "female" on principle need not listen, your fears will most definitely be met. OTOH, aficionados of great bass playing, DIVE IN! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=titrDs4lwmU

Up for Monk w/Paul Jeffrey & Keith w/Dewey

Sapphire Ruby (My Dear) Pearl Bailey

Mort Sahl. Onward,

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Bat Boy Batman Batt Masterson

Eddie Foy Myrna Loy Badal Roy

Madame Bovary Madame Curie My Damn Neighbor

Pat Buttram Butterbeans & Susie Mrs. Butterworth

Sure. It's his two complete Riverside LPs + a cut off an anthology album. However, all this material and a lot more essential work from the period can be had in the The Freelance Years box set, which should be available at some pretty good prices these days. But if you want just a dip in the pool at this time, it's a good set with pretty good liner notes, so buy with confidence!

Billy Casper Billy May Billy Gibbons

Problem Child Child Prodigy Prodigal Son

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIUeoBrqjHk

Yours is by no means a unique experience.

The Godfather Of Soul Godfather's Pizza Pizzicato Five

As fate would have it, spent some time listening to this on this AM, and really digging how Osby could go there w/o seeming to really...worry about it, if you know what I mean. Marvelous!

Love is a many-splendored thing.

Milton Berle?

That must have been rather interesting! and smelt good too!

Goldfinger Larry Bird Flip Phillips

Why don't we make Louis Armstrong an honorary member of this board? Then we can PM him all day long and get some hellacious good stories back as a result! Everybody in?

Elsie The Borden Cow Lizzie Borden Mr. Chop

I've always signed my Valentine's cards with feces. It was my unique personal trademark. No longer. Thanks, Wynton. Thanks for killing one more part of my life. Thanks a lot.