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Are you guys related to AccuWeather? I mean, is there like an Accu Family of services?

Yessir, that one's a bit of a gem!

Along those lines, it's not unheard of for "backers" to sink big bucks into a recording project for no other purpose than to lose money for a tax write-off. Studio time? no problem. Fancy arrangemnets? Bring 'em on. Additional players? Make the calls. Time to go to press, take out ads, schedule gigs, etc...well...not right now. Or only up to a point. Very little in this business is as it seems...

up. This is not a bad band at all. Does anybody here know Malcolm Addey? I wonder how these paths crossed...

FWIW, the labels mentioned in the original articles were not jazz labels.

uhh...

Bart Starr Atlantic Starr Malcolm Addey

http://www.shit-fi.c...onMilenski.html http://badcatrecords...IEW_TAXLOSS.htm Interesting stuff...

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I wonder if Malcolm Addey has ever made any comments about the band that would soon become Atlantic Starr?

Ok... http://forbiddeneye.com/labels/guinness.html Guinness Records Discography Tax shelter record label set up by Prelude Records. The records were never meant to be sold, but the label accountant enabled a cousin in Florida to make some cash by setting him up as a wholesale dealer. See Dellwood Records and Tomorrow Records.

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Well, one could argue, and not without some validity, that anything could serve as the trigger for the electronics, and that the trumpet playing itself is "besides the point", a usage of the instrument to make a point about all that shit don't really matter any more. Ok, fair enough, and like I said, I'm ot entirely unsympathetic to that POV. But still - after this, what? You gotta have some kind of skills, some kind of innate musicality, some instinct towards parenting, not just for randomly sowing your seed and saying fuck it, which was really all I heard going on. At the end of the day, after all the revolutions and mindfucks and bloodletting are over, you still gotta make music - in whatever form - if you wanna keep the shit going. Just as anybody can walk through an open door, anybody with cum in their nutsack can make a baby. Big fucking deal. Then what?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwC4qG6iJhw

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What a wondeful story. His kindness towards others is indeed nice, but I'm not sure what to make of the isolation aspect of the story. It almost seems s little sad, but maybe it's what he wanted.... That's what I took away from it. I mean, the guy outlived (and played with) damn near everybody of several generations older and younger, including his younger brothers...what else would he really want to do at this stage of his life besides travel the world playing and practicing in his crib? Sounds like the gigs were all the "social" activity he really wanted/needed after some point. Oh yeah, this part...if his wife was/is(?) in an assisted living facility, who knows what that did to the need for a house, mentally and/or financially?

To my knowledge, the OJC with the highest number that was never issued on CD was OJC 334, Billy Butler's 'Guitar Soul!'. You can get that one here:

Count me as a big fan of Goin' West, less so of Latin Bit. Truth be told, Grant always plays how Grant plays (within a certain variance). So the real variable for me on Grant sides is sidemen, particularly rhythm sections, and how they do what they do. Herbie vs Johnny Acea? Full props to both, but... I'm pretty much w/TTK on this one. Nice album, but not in any way a "go-to" Grant for me. But I'd not get rid of it either.

Whatever this one was, what's the next one going to be like? Any different? My bets are on no. Anybody can walk through an open door... but then what?

No, not at all. What would be shameful would if you claimed that it was all noise or that Mingus couldn't play, or something like that. Not "understanding", that's are damn near universal human trait in some form or fashion. So, too, is derisively dismissing that which one does not understand in terms that imply that one does indeed understand it. The former is unavoidable, not so the latter. A "sounds like" B "to me", hell, there's no real argument against that. A "is" B, though, not so sound.

As well as mine.

See?

Hell, that's pretty much the message of all ballad playing!