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Suggest one, motherfucker. Signor, hombre, caballero, gentilhomme to name a few I recall the Monk blindfold test: Oscar Peterson. Easy Listenin' Blues from 'With Respect to Nat' (With Herb Ellis and Ray Brown.) TM: Which is the way to the toilet? (Waits to end of record, leaves room, returns . . laughs.) Well, you see where I went. (To Mrs.Monk) Could you detect the piano player? Perhaps in light of Mr. Monk's non-verbal statement, we should add caca del torro! Ok seriosuly, a big reason why I don't like Mr. Peterson's music is that it creates in my mind a world where. not only is the word "motherfucker" not used, its mere existence is viewed as cause for dismay, a sign of the tragic weakness of human character. Sorry, but in the world I've lived in, "motherfucker" is used (and in all kinds of ways), and life is just fine, thank you, and I'm not the least interested in living in a world where it ain't like that. Oscar himself might have been a foul-mouther SOB (I doubt it, though), and I know that hanging around the players he did, he was amply exposed to "alternative vocabulary", but...I don't feel it in his music. So when I say that Mr. Peterson's music creates in my mind the image of a message/world in which I have no interest whatsover, that is what I mean. I don't necessarily need the word, but I do need the the vibe, dig?

Suggest one, motherfucker.

Dude, you're the cat who don't dig Ornette, right? Well, you don't like the way that motherfucker plays. Same thing, really. We all got motherfuckers who we don't like how they play. Oscar Peterson is one of mine. Another one is Bobby Durham, and it's got nothing to do with his work with Peterson, although I must gotta say that the two of them together is some kinda exponential motherfuckerness of motherfuckers whose playing I don't like. But that's math, not nastiness. Now "square root" - that's some nasty math! Common parlance in my world. And totally value-neutral in the written world.

Hey, I didn't say it was pretty, I just said it was a future.

I just don't like the way the motherfucker plays. That's not nasty, that's just a fact.

Drastically shrunken and massive collateral damage, but...there is a future, such as it is.

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Well, yeah. But also look at the people dancing & how it's all off the bass. That's what Miles was taking about, how the bass triggers everything else, phsyically, emotionally, mentally, whatever. Of course, he was talking about the difference between "black people" and "white people", but that was in 1974(?), and now, a generation or two later, it's not just about that any more. And of course, that was hardly an original or unique comment on his part. But for some reason, that bass line (always a favorite here, btw) on that clip came out of my speakers in such a way that...yeah, Miles was right. And fwiw, "let's call this song just exactly what it is" is one of the truly great phrases in the English language, and one that is great to throw into a serious conversation where nobody wants to be the one to speak the obvious. Try it sometimes. If it works, proceed accordingly, and if it doesn't....turn up the bass!

Miles was right - build it from the bass up.

The future of the industry of the music of the past pretty much hinges on people having a conscience.

Now see, this is what bugs me if somebody doesn't like somebody like OP, the assumption is frequently made by those who do that there's some kind of elitism, snobbery, or some kind of extra-musical factor at work, when in truth, speaking for myself, I just don't like the way the motherfucker plays! Period. Believe me, I loves me some shallow music, and I loves me some commercial music of all sorts, and I loves me some flash, but I do not loves me some Oscar Peterson. I just don't. He does not speak to me at all, which has notihng to do with anything other than not everybody speaks to everybody, and sometimes it really is that simple. Wynton-heads are the same way - if you don't like his music, it's got to be for some extra-musical reason, it can't be that you just don't like him and that all that extra stuff follows from that. Can't be, it's just not allowed! Hell, I don't even have that extra-musical shit with Peterson. No question of his ability or his sincerity or his very real value to a certain place and time. Unlike Wynton (or Elvis), I'm glad that he existed and that he played music. I just don't like the way the motherfucker plays! Simple as that. Really.

Here we go! Cruelly repackaged and offered under then-co-star Jennifer Jason-Leigh's name, like she's the star. NO WAY!!!

We send him to.....OSAKA!!! (reference to a really bad Ann Jillian made-for-TV (network!) movieof several decades ago...Ann was kidnapped into a Japanese prostitution ring, started getting rebellious, and was finally proffered the long threatened punishment of being set to OSAKA!!! to perform in live sex shows, one of which was simulated by showing her pretty much full-screen front face ,but equally obviously bent over, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip...LTB, who remembers little if anything past this morning, still remembers that show, and "we send you to.....OSAKA!!!!" when somebody fucks up has been a running gag between us for decades now. God bless you Ann Jillian!)

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I thought I was going to have this stuff already (would have bought it even if I had...), but looks like I don't have the Paris, so even moreso...BRING IT ON!

Bev, since I can tell that the Internet is your friend (and that "Brazillian" need not be a hard and fast qualifier here), allow me to suggest these three albums: JORGE LOPEZ RUIZ - ENCUENTRO EN NEW YORK Bobby Vince Paunetto - Paunetto's Point Bobby Vince Paunetto - Commit To Memory The latter two have been combined into a reissue at some point, I believe, so proceed accordingly. But the first one is likley to be lost in Vinyl Limbo forever.

Back in my high school days, I was a little league groundskeeper one summer. Believe it or not, they gave me a book of really specific guidelines as to exact measurements, placements of lines, and all that. Sometimes when it's not too hot, I like to get out to the ballpark early, watch some BP, and then watch the grounds crew prep the field for game time. Truth be told, I think that being on a big league grounds crew might be one of the hipper jobs going. Don't know how much it pays, but think about being at every home game at field level, with your only real work being before/after the game & between innings. How cool of a gig is that?

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It's got the square in front to define the strike zone, and the triangle in back to generate the foul lines http://www.aluminumbats.com/baseballdiamond.aspx

I've grown into an appreciation of the sincerity of both his talents and his message, as well as the delight that both continue to bring to his many fans worldwide. I just have absolutely no use (or less) for it whatsoever, musically or personally. It's a parallel universe as far as I'm concerned, and not one about which I feel any compulsion to be curious. Quiet the opposite, in fact. Hope that's ok.

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