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I came to a late appreciation of Butera, but once I heard it, I heard it. It is what it is, and equally important, it ain't what it ain't. My favorite solo of his w/Prima is "When You're Smiling". Incredibly sophisticated musical use of a pretty simple vocabulary. The guy was light years ahead of his cultural "peers" in doing what it was that he did, probably not least because of his deeply imbued New Orleans roots. His solos frequently & abruptly shift between New Orleans clarinet vocabulary & New Orleans R&B vocabulary yet remain organically New Orleans, period. Same thing about that whole Prima/Smith organization, at it's best, anyway. Sure he was an "entertainer". In the end, aren't we all? Sam Butera could play. Sam Butera had soul. And most of all, Sam Butera played with a love of and for life - his and all with whom he shared it. Hard to ask for more than that. You shouldn'ta gone to the airport.

Ortho used to make some dust that was lethal, but it stunk to high hell and when you dug up the dirt five years later, the dirt still stunk like it, so...no.

Cornelius Brothers Sister Rose Mother Maybelle

http://classicshowbiz.blogspot.com/2009/06...ammy-davis.html The fun begins around the 32:00 mark, but if you go back from ther you can see some pretty funny Dave Madden & Nipsey Russell spots, and if you stick through it, you can see some pretty hip tapping on "Cute" from Sammy with a.o. Louis Bellson. And if you watch it from beginning to end, remember, I never suggested that.

Same here. Glad she got some while she was alive.

George S Kauffman Hack Wilson Gene Krupa

up AGIN!

Nefertitti Cleopatra Cleopatra Jones

By all accounts, Phil was a little "high-strung" and/or "eccentric"from the beginning. The American failure of "River Deep, Mountain High" is said to have begun the shift from eccentric" to "crazy". He viewed it as an intentional & personal affront by "the industry" (and anecdotal evidence suggests that there was an element of that involved) and began to withdraw into a world of isolation, paranoia, and megalomania. That's a dangerous combination if it goes unchecked, and unchecked it went fo about40 years. But listen again to that record "I Wish I Never Saw The Sunshine". That wasn't released until years after it was made, and hell, I can see why. No sane DJ in America would have played that, at least not when anybody was listening. If that came out of your car speakers in 1965 or 1966, it would have scared the shit out of most people. Hal Blaine is is fucking King Lear in the storm, railing against a world that no longer wants him or even cares about him. Dark shit. More and more, the Wall Of Sound became an impenetrable wall of rage, self-justification, and violent isolation. But there was still some soul left - I have a mid-70s Warner-Spector 45 of Phil producing Cher doing "Baby I Love You" as a suicidal dirge that's....haunting, I'll put it that way. Beautiful, sure, but definitely not the sound of a man who had any intention of returning to life as it is generally practiced. The one thing I wonder about was the work with Lennon...mostly well-focused and disciplined..."conventional wisdom" is that Lennon demanded that Spector stay "sane" and had to call bullshit on him more than once. But that was Jonh Lennon in the immediate post-Beatle world of Rock and Roll. Not too many people in the world had that mojo at that time, and hell, even Lennon lost it as time went by. Somewhere on the internets, there's the vocal track of "Baby I Love You", the Ronettes version, a capella, as well as a series of runthroughs of the backing tack. That stuff is beautiful, overflowing with energy and optimism. It was a damn nice place to be, but... when it turned, the guy never recovered. After 40 years, it's really nobody's fault but his own. At some point in life, you gotta confront yourself and either sink or take swimming lessons.

The Nag Hammadi Library in English

Well, yeah! I mean, look at the participants on this album & there's some crossover between what Klemmer was up to at the time, a little Don Ellis-weirdness influx w/Pete Robinson, soime of the LA Express in-training, and you look at other things that were happening among these same players (and those around them) in and around the same time, and a picture somewhat emerges of musicians who played damn near everything for money not really caring about "playing jazz in their spare time for personal satisfaction" and shit like that. Age Of Steam comes to mind too, and there's a little crossover in personnel there, too. No, it's not "deep", not by any stretch of the imagination, but there's a musical catholicity at work that I don't think should be immediately or wholly dismissed as a cynical cash-grab either. It was LA - different world, different life, different music. I still don't get Mike Deasy, though. But oh well about that.

Gillian Anderson Ann Jillian 50,000,000 (Elvis fans)

They kinda sound alike if you leave out the "i", that's the link... Sergio Mendes Raphael Mendez Abby Lincoln, who sang "Mendacity"

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American Bandstand & a bunch of songs on Captain Kangaroo, Glen Miller AAF & Frankie Carle records at naptime, plus a shitload full of Little Golden records, CRG specials (Muffin anybody?) and "Billy Bayou" by Jim Reeves, that I played on my own kiddie record player that the folks bought for me, the memories all beginning around the age of 3 or 4.

All very useful tools! Look, I'm just saying that you can either play every "style" of music under the sun for a buck and do it as a mindless, soulless robot, or you can do it with a bit of innate curiosity and attempted empathy, and maybe grow a little bit for having done so. Maybe not the path of a true "artist", the latter isn't, but not anything to casually dismiss in "human" terms either, I don't think. Mileages vary, obviously, but hey.

He did get banned. And now how will he sell his book? Oh well, I'd bet dollars to doughnuts he was shitfaced like none other when he posted that. It just had SPEW DRUNKEN SPEW written all over it. But oh well about that too. A man who can't hold his liquor shouldn't post on bulletin boards when not holding it.

You don't think Phil had bad wiring? C'mon, the guy's been deranged for decades now. Storeis abound, and if even 2 or 3 of them are true... It takes some people's bad wiring longer to fry than it does others.

And lessons learned along the way.

That was slick!

Fingers in the wind to stay alive ain't necessarily a bad thing... Big difference between a world-class "escort" and a common street whore.

Perhaps...but I heard his Spinning Wheel side on Capitol, and it was a mix of that (and not very good "that" at that...) with some other stuff altogether.

See?

Keven Bacon Anders Celsius MBA