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Axel Stordahl Thor Heyerdahl Arlene Dahl

Henry Ford Henry Clay Henry Aldrich

Tom Donahue Sylvester Stewart The Great!Society!

Al Cohn David Cone George M. Cohan

http://web.archive.org/web/20011214134007/...=2&t=001648

A question that never got answered: http://web.archive.org/web/20011207231110/...=2&t=001675

And pretty clowny too.

I used to be "night porter" (aka JANITOR) at a Burger King. This was after my scholarship and my folks' and my own money had ran out and I wanted to continue school for a little while longer. I could have graduated, but that would have meant becoming a band director, which is something that totally lost its appeal to me after doing student teaching. So yeah, it was voluntary - at first. But then it got to where I was living "on principle" and didn't want to stop doing so for fear of A) giving up too soon B) compromising too much & C) giving up and compromising at all. And I learned to adapt over the years, finally to the point where when a road gig with a "hotel show band" (remember those?) came along and offered a steady income and a chance for unlimited travel, I figured why not? Quite a few of the others in the band were like me to one degree or another, aspiring jazzers who finally realized that hunger only inspires you to the point to where it don't lead to starvation... Ok, so it was a compromise, but it was also an education. And I met my wife while on that band, and led me to an incredibly extended period of being able to compromise less than I would have had to if I had been on my own all those years. But that's not real "principle" so much as it is constructively capitalizing on the gift of love from a loved one, so... anyway, back to the night porter gig. I applied for food stamps when I first got the gig because I was broke, hungry, and only working the porter gig two nights a week. I just wanted a stopgap until the hours/money picked up. $14.00 a month was all they'd qualify me more, and even in 1979 you couldn't live for a month on $14.00 worth of food. I took it, but I soon made a discovery - Burger King had a bucket where they put items that customers returned. Say they got onions and had asked for it w/o, or vice-versa, stuff like that. Most of these items didn't even have a bite taken out of them, if you can believe that. Or the ones that did only had like one bite. So I started coming in, even on nights I wasn't scheduled, to raid the bucket. Only rarely did I have to pass, and occasionally, like on Saturday nights, the bucket would be full & the stuff on top would still be warm! Well, this went on for a week or two, and then the manager told me to stop, that they needed to count that stuff in the morning for inventory/bookkeeping purposes. I explained my situation to her, and she was all "sorry, but it's official procedure blahblah blah" So I made a deal with her - I would leave a note in the bucket giving the details of what I had eaten. This was fine with her, but after a while, she heard from her bosses that this was not cool. So I pitched a bitch with her about standing on principle and I'm giving up this and that to be a musician and blah blah blah and how come she can't stand on principle for a whopper or two that are only gonna be thrown out anyway, not even taking into consideration that I was a voluntary "poor" college student & she was a 22 year old single mom w/o any college who needed this job and if I had it to do over again, I would have been nice to her and stopped right then and there and realized just how full of shit I was really being. But instead, I went to see Woody Shaw in Oklahoma City one night (yeah, that gig from the other thread) when I was supposed to show up and clean the grilles and toilets, not knowing that regional management was coming in early that next AM for an inspection. She didn't lose her job because of my conceit, but she did get reamed out pretty well and was told that she could forget about her raise for the next year. She was in tears when she told me this, she needed that little bit of extra money, and the fact that she didn't go apeshit on me was what finally opened my eyes (ok - slowly began to open my eyes, assholery is seldom completely disarmed all at once, if ever...) to how big an ass I was being about the whole "me first" thing as it pertained to music and such. Sure, you gotta stay on track, but life is about more than just yourself all the time, ya' know? If I had it to do over, I'd still go see Woody Shaw, but I'd have come back and covered my job before I went home to bed. There was time... No real point here other than that reality is not painless, you can always find something to eat, a good woman is a gift from god, so don't abuse it & think that it's your doings that are keeping you clean, and above all, the way out is often not found where you'd think to look for it.

So there is an end in sight then...

And the Andorrans will have no compunctions whatsoever about including mono mixes, outtakes and other such goodies...

I'm of the opinion that when he wants to, Paul Bley can do pretty much anything he wants to.

I used to play "Overjoyed" on a lounge gig back yonder ways. Helluva tune, that one is - meaty changes with an expanded form, both of which force you to think about the structure and direction of your improvisation, not just blow cliches that would work no matter what.

That's generally credited to Dizzy.

No, unfortunately. missed this reply till today - thanks! would have loved to hear there's more and I'd only have to find it somewhere... I mena, there's probably more to be had from Max's holdings, but he never gave it to Lundvall to be released, at least not that I've heard.

I started a thread about that years ago, maybe even on Board Krypton, hoping that somebody knew something, but nope. I'm left to conclude that it's something that came to us through a wormhole, something from, like, the 25th century or something.

I'm still willing to accept this...

RCA VICTOR???? That was almost enough to divert my attention away from Michelle Phillips....

Congratulations!

YMMV = Your Mileage May Vary

Google the name of the song (it's what you think it is), and there it is. As far as "Crabby Chick" goes, if I had a penny for every instance of a girl complaining about the band because she wanted something else, something she could "understand", I'd probably grow to hate pennies. As it is, I kinda like 'em. They're quaint!

ok, "date's" it is!

As well as in the Sangrey's.