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btw - Executive Producer is listed as Lloyd Price. Was Encounter his label?

Pretty damn good, actually. As noted, produced by Bernard Purdie, who's on board along w/Cornell Dupree, Gordon Edwards, and others, perennial/consummate studio pro Powell makes a record that sounds like a love child of Eddie Harris & Stanley Turrentine (and on the two flute cuts, like Herbie Mann trying to prove that he can really play, if you know what I mean). Ordinarily, that sort of contrivance is a prescription for Running Away As Fast As You Can, but in this case, hey, not unlike Wilton Felder's Bullit, everybody came to play, and play they did. quite well, actually, freely, openly, and with groove & soul front and center. Not quite the Serendipitous Sensation of Felder's side, but if that one gets an unreserved *****, this one gets an unabashed ****. For those who are into such things, highly recommended!

Well said, this is how I feel in relation to my duaghters too. An honest sentiment, it should grace every Father's Day card this year. Thanks, and indeed! Although truthfully, it can (or should) be said about anybody we allow ourselves to love unlimitedly and unconditionally...

Nah, it's the title of a tune I wrote for Quartet Out based on a rhythm I would tap out on her stomach before changing her diaper and the little riff I sang in conjunction with the rhythm. To this day, whenever I pick her up from somehow and she doesn't see me, I do a loud "TOOT TOOT" ala Popeye's pipe (only quicker) and she knows its me. Oddly enough, of all the things I used to do that embarrass the hell out of her now, that's not one of them.

Thanks to everybody for the kind words. Kristina rolled her eyes when I showed her this thread, said something about "mooshy-gooshy crap", but she was smiling when she read it, and when I asked her why, she just smiled some more. Works for me.

NO Conflicting opinions here....still not sure if this is an album I need to hear...

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Suddenly I feel very old... My baby girl graduated high school last night. She's one of the most naturally smart people I've ever met, and also one of the most stubbornly idiosyncratic as well (a trait she no doubt got exclusively from Brenda... ) For the last 17.75 years, life with her has been a battle - usually "normal" but occasionally not - to get her potential to meet her ability and to pay no - or at least less - attention to that voice in her head that says, "Never mind, I'll do it when I want, how I want. If I even want to do it at all." Graduation on schedule was in no way "guaranteed", and yet the one person who remained annoyingly calm, about it all was the one it affected the most - her. We went down literally to the last week of school in suspense. Well, Brenda & I did anyway. Kristina knew that she would pull it off, never even entered her mind that something might go wrong and mess up her pre-envisioned inevitability. And, as last night proved, she was right about that. Again. Just like she was about "career choice". Senior year? College? Plans? Future? Don't bother me, Dad, I'll make up my mind when I'm ready. Sure enough, December comes, she discovers tech theater class , starts designing costumes, and becomes a state finalist in same. Ita ll happened in, like 15 seconds, or so it seemed. Now all of a sudden, she knows exactly what she wants to do, what she's going to do, and that's that. An amazing young woman, my daughter is. She hasn't killed me, and yeah, she's made me stronger (although in ways I never dreamed I would need to be). Four years ago, when Charlie graduated, it was a wistful moment in a lot of ways for LTB & I, but we both looked at Kristina and said, "Hey, we're gonna have a full-time kid on our hands right up until the very end with this one". It was a statement of equal parts comfort and dread, and yeah, we pretty much called it right. But Lord have mercy, did she step up at the last minute. Up, and all the way out. Oh sure, she'll be living at home for a while longer while she gets her academic credentials in line to better reflect her true intelligence. And yeah, she'll still be calling "DAD" every 10 seconds when she needs something. But make no mistake - she'll not be doing these things all that much longer, and she'll not be doing them as a "child" ever again. Seeing her walk across that stage last night, tall, proud, confident, and READY to get going with her life erased any illusions that anybody might have had about that. And now, it seems, I have no more "children". Just like that. Overnight, almost literally in the blink of an eye, Suddenly I feel very old. Perhaps older than I've ever felt. But never have I felt prouder. World, look out - Kristina Rae Sangrey has made up her mind. Resistance is futile! Consider yourselves warned.

Never thought too much about the electric (or beyond) RTF. A few good jams, and great players in Corea & Clarke (Lenny White...fine elsewhere, just not here), but...no. And this is from somebody, mind you, who was not at all turned off by a lot of the funk/fusion music being made at the time. Mahavishnu, fine, WR, great (timeless, as it's truning out...), Herbie/Headhunters, ditto, but RTF? Too Wanky-Wonky. Plus, I just read recently, Chick is just now "discovering" The Beatles. Literally. Now, how the hell you gonna "communicate" in a "rock-influenced" milieu in and around 1973-74 and not know shit about The Beatles, even if it's to operate in a post-Beatles world? Sounds kinda phony baloney to me. I mean, Herbie was hearing Marvin & Stevie and was open about it, McLaughlin & them cats was all up on the UK scene of several angles, Wayne & Joe were so not dealing with it like that anyways, and they all made some hip shit. Chick had the most blatantly "rock star vibe" band of the bunch, but apparently didn't know shit about the world he was pretending to, and thus the lack of naturalness and grace in the overwhelming bulk of his/their work. No, I think the guy just flipped out on his Inner Dork and never looked back until a lot later in the decade, and then only for fits and spurts. He was damn luck to have Stanley Clarke, that's all I can say, although I'm not sure that the opposite holds.

Oh dear, it was bad enough being the high-hatted tragedian of song.

There has already been one TedGod:

I don't have this one yet. Is it as good as everybody says it is?

The first 4 bars of the alleged Pres segment sure sound like him, though. But just those 4 bars. Any chance that the solo was edited as bizarrely as the video?

Same here.

Billy may wrote the intro to Serenade in Blue after Bill Finegan couldn't quite come up with what Glenn Miller wanted - although the rest of the arrangement is his. But yes - Bill Finegan was a superb arranger. Billy Strayhorn was a great fan of his work with Glenn Miller - which says everything about the quality of his work. Miller's work is often denigrated and whilst its true, it was 'pop' music for the kids and they played far too many novelty numbers, Miller never short changed his audience with the quality of the band's writing - and Bill Finegan was an essential part of that - not just 'Little Brown Jug' or 'Song of the Volga Boatmen' but even on the ballads his work is rich. Check out the end of Finegan's arrangement of the ballad 'Don't Cry, Cherie' where he manages to interweave the French National Anthem! I honestly believe Glenn Miller's band - and Bill Finegan's writing in particular - influenced the Claude Thornhill band (Thornhill played piano for Miller in his first band IIRC) - and thereby Gil Evans' writing. If Gil Evans created the Birth of the Cool, the 'Miller Sound' was its conception. I did not know that about Billy May! As for the Miller/Thornhill/Evans evolutionary link, so long as we don't go too "literal" on that, I can see that, yeah, for sure. The thing about Miller's band that sometimes gets overlooked is it's extreme diversity in repertoire, and as you note, the sheer quality of the writing no matter what the "type" of material. Perhaps that's a "technical" vs "spiritual" issue, but there's no way that muisc of any kind is strictly "either/or" when it comes to that!

That's better than a walking STD, no?

Until 1972, he was always/just The Man With The Bigass Headphones to me. Then... RIP to a true pioneer who more than rose to more than one occasion.

The Lester Young stuff on CP is "must have", I think.

It'll be 25 this July 3.

Again, please allow me to implore anybody & everybody who gives even half a damn to go back and listen to the intro on Finnegan's chart of "Serenade In Blue" for Glenn Miller & then ponder why it means to write something like that for a song like that for a band like that and have it pass into the "popular canon" w/o anybody seemingly as much as batting an eye. It means you a bad mutterfunker, that's what it meansl.

Ever wonder why some women resort to plastic surgery and shit once they start flirting with 40 & why some men can't wait to get a trophy wife even after their woman lets herself get all cut up and stuffed? MISPLACED PRIORITIES, that's why!

None given on the album. Can't say enough (again) about how badass a session this one is. As always, thanks in advance!

"The Grip" by Wilton Felder, from his Bullitt album, which really needs to be reissued some way.

2 or three different things simultaneously, stacked in fourths over a killer subliminally dissonant groove. Gotsta love that, and I do. I've lived in a world where "jazz" had a "popular" center full of people that only sometimes were as "worthy" as the people on or outside the "fringes", and I've lived in one where it was all on or outside the fringes. Truthfully, I think it works out better for everybody the first way. Dallas has beaucoup "major thoroughfares" that run east-west. but only a few that run north-south. And that has (and has been designed to have) "economic repercussions". So if we might be entering a time where there is a possible sympathy for building another north-south road, I say let's not bitch too much about the fact that it might not go as far either way as we know it could, if for no other reason than that once a road is built, it either eventually gets expanded or goes to hell completely.

Sorry to hear about this, but glad he went peacefully. One of the true greats at what is becoming a lost art.