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My favorite Mulligan. Seriously.

And Charlie Parker, who may be dead in body, but who is still more alive than many who really are!

I don't know how iTunes works (yet, I should be getting an iPod here in a few weeks...), so I saw the tune already titled and assumed that you had already ID'ed it.

He's not a kid anymore, you know...

No. Not except for a quick bit or two.

I'm telling you, the very best house music (and it's waaaaaaay underground, btw) is so damn chock full of information as to be the only true (ok, "truest") "music of now" that I've heard. But it ain't about "songs" nearly as much as it is about sound, texture, and peacefully and prosperously populating multiple layers of a sonic landscape. Which more and more is how life is lived, not one thing in one place at a time, but several/many things in several/many places occurring simultaneously. Viewed from the outside (or by those who don't live that way, it's either chaos or noise or redundancy or whatever. But for people who live that way, it's pretty much natural, second nature. This music is constructed in the same way & should, I thnk be listened to for what it does, not for what it doesn't do, becuase although there is an overwhelming amount of the latter, there is a tantalizing and provocative amount of the former. "Songs" used to be the whole deal in popular/vernacular music. Then, as songs often became weaker but production techniques became stronger, records came to potentially matter as much as songs, sometimes more. Now, I think we're evolving to a point where a song is just part of the overall recipe, and an optional one at that. The evolution of sensory input capacities cannot help but influence the evolution of the direction of comparable sensory output .

"Sweet Meat" is by Randy Weston, from Tanja. But I guess you already know that...

Ok, they used a model for the second cover. Makes sense. That woman on the first cover must have been cloned for every PTA meeting I ended up seeing up until about 1967 or so...

Are these the same people?

http://www.jazzhouse.org/gone/lastpost2.php3?edit=964599162

There still are remnants of Cash's America, but to be honest, they're so small & so real that to get out you have to lose it in the first place,and there you go. Has that always been true? Yeah, to an extent, but not then as much as now, not now hat, as the man says, you can get over with the symbols more than the harder reality. And besides, damned near everything and everybody is wired up now, so the true isolation might exist at a far deeper (as in sublimated) level than the (at least) perceived connection. But I can promiose you - you go out in the country, deep into it, deep up into the hills and back into woods, and you can find some real "country" living still goiing on. But it's too real to be a "symbol", too hardcore, too disengaged and disinterested in the machine that makes the money for them what wants it.

Apparently an "interesting" life too, as he ended up at Synanon & appeared on that album w/Joe Pass...

With a cue stick?

Not Fred?

too young and too far south to have heard it myself, but "Randy" was Randy Wood, wasn't he?

With Buddy Mohmed on bass!

Ajaye was also one of the orriginal writers on In Living Color. But he left after the first (or second?) season, didn't like all the "buffoonery", wanted there to be room for some more subtle, cerebral humor as well. Oh well. But yeah, Franklin Ajaye is an undersung hero of American humor. Those records he made for Little David aren't revolutionary or epochal like, say, Richard Pryor's WB records of the same time, but they do presnt a very unique, subtly funny comic perspective. So, whatever happened to Franklin Ajaye? And how's that for thread-drift?

I met Carter, too----by the cube by St. Mark's place, both of us listening to Vincent Herring as a kid. That was where he played and made a name. Carter sat in, I think. Real nice cat. Sad that he died so far from home. In Poland, I think. \ I really did like Woody's band. I heard them in the earliest 80s, the first time I heard Mulgrew Miller. He played 'Bye Bye Blackbird' by playing the melody on the last A up a b5, so it sounded Lydian. Carter was probably in that band. I remember Steve Turre being there for sure. I saw Woody twice, once w/Carter & once with Turre. Not sure if they ever toured w/Woody at the same time or not. That would have been interesting to hear if they had, that book scored for three horns live.

And I swear that whoever did that PC music lifted that lick of a Roy Wood/Wizzard record, exactly. Except Roy Wood just used it for a few seconds and this other motherfucker probably sen his kids to college and bought a bigass boat with it! And you wonder why cats get evil sometimes?

Besides, I met Woody one time. 1978 or so, Oklahoma City, of all places. He was really nice to me, both him & Carter Jefferson. But then they decided to look for somebody who was from the area and knew where things were, if you get my drift. Conversation over, immediately. No big deal, it wasn't like I couldn't relate, ya' know? And ditto if he would have gotten evil. This shit happens. And I'd be a liar if I said it has nothing to do with the music, at least socially, as far as who hangs with who and where all that leads. Sometimes anyway. But c'est la fucking vie about that. It is what it is and you figure out what works for you like that, make your peace with it, and go on ahead accordingly. They're both dead now, and I'm not, so score one for me. Then again, they were, and will forevermore be, Woody Shaw & Carter Jefferson. So score one for them. I'd have done some things differently, they probalby would have too, but in the end, we are who wwe are, we do what we do, and that's that. Now about the Mickey joke, it's preceded by a long bit about Ajaye and his buddy Trey dropping mushrooms and going to Disneyland. 'Nuff said.

Hey man, Woody's dead, god bless/rest his soul. We're here now. Party on, ok? While we can.

Why? Because we like you.... J S N....G R Y.......M.O. = "U.S.E."* * Unusual Situations Explored You ever heard the Franklin Ajaye bit about Mickey Mouse? I won't give away the punchline here, but a little 2ng hand sleuthing might yield this: in which case, carpe diem & laugh your ass off at what happens when Mickey goes to get it on with Minnie.

Reading Micheal Cuscuna's notes to the Shaw Mosaic says it all, I think. Woody Shaw was a brilliant man and an often troubled man, sometimes by his own doing, sometimes not. Cuscuna got to see all of it more than a few times, and he still feels the love for Woody in spite of the bad times. I can (and have, and probably will again) put up with some really obnoxious and/or troubled people in the name of getting to be a part of some good, at times possibly even great, music. "Nice people" are cool and all that, but when it comes time to play, give me anybody who can do it, I don't care how big of an asshole they might have been five minutes before downbeat. Now's the time, not five minutes ago. And oh, did I hear somebody say "Ellington Orchestra"? If "hurt feelings" cwere worth destroying a musical relationship, that shit would have been long gone before it really was.

IIRC, Farrell was living in Malibu then. That's what "Skateboard Park" was all about, I think.