JSngry

Chatter... sometimes the tape rolls between takes, but often it's shut off in order to save it. That stuff cost money, doncha' know!

Seconded. "Like" him or not, his history in the music is undeniable, large, and impossible to avoid confronting/dealing with (in such a way that to deny respect of one kind or another is, I think, impossible and/or dishonest) as one explores the works of so many masters. RIP indeed. The legacy will loom large for years to come.

I was ok w/RTF until they went to Columbia. Then things went over the edge and never came back. But all the Polydor sides had "interesting" compositions (and sometimes you could actually call them interesting). But really, of all the ex-Miles guys "fusion" bands, that one went down the tubes fastes and furthest AFAIC. Ya' know, though, if they got somebody besides DeMiola, I could maybe entertain the possibility of considering that maybe it wouldn't be worse than it would be with him. But only in my spare time.

The only way to give an accurate answer on that one would be to actually listen to each session tape. Very few people have done that, so that's why you're having a hard time getting an answer. And every session's going to be different. Some go smoothly, some are rough. Tell you this much, though, I seriously doubt that all the takes of any song with more than 2 or 3 takes are full takes. Inevitably there's some false starts & breakdowns included.

Mr. Jim duly notes & more than casually shares edc's "reading of the scene" in this and many other regards. But Mr. Jim also wants it duly noted that Mr. Jim feels that there are some krazy kozmic unpredicktable points at which the individual reality & the collective dogma diverge, violently split, with each being irrevocably true on their own turf, even if both are simulataneously irrevocably true thereon/therein. Of and by such irreconcilable contradictions does life become interesting as a participatory, rather than a spectator, sport.

I like Roots (especially the Stevie Wonder cover), as well as Do Right. Flawed, sure, (in no ways fatally, though) but how do you tell the Tyrone Washington Story without them? The guy seemed to be intensely sincere about bringing his message to the masses, and his apparent naivete about how uncommercial his attempts at "commercialism" were just add to the weight of the tale. If the Cosmic Brotherhood scene was "underground", hell, this stuff was Uber-Underground. But just listen to Tyrone's singing on Do Right - the cat's on a freakin' Mission From God and will not entertain doubt. And then he "vanished". That's part of the story too, the payoff, really. But you don't get there from Natural Essence & Brilliant Circles. There's a few more stops along the way. (aside - don't you love the way that You Tube's turning into a jukebox? I'm seeing more and more of the video-less music videos there...)

Ah, the whole "it's only dance music" thing rears it's head again. Yeah, whatever. We too cool to dance, right? When it comes down to it, people who won't dance are dangerous far more often than those who will. I've seen it, and I believe it.

Alamac was a bootleg label of the late 70s. Very hit-and-run, now you see 'em, now you don't, but the stuff they were putting out was mostly...deeply rare.

I think it mighta been too hi-tech for them. My dad was a bit of a technophobe 'til the day he died. Even reading assembly instructions was enough to get him all fired up. Mom's less of one, but anything that requires more than one level of input gets her dander up. I met a kid who had one of those games one time, and played it at his house. It was cool! Heavy plastic, thick-ass hard cardboard, a loud buzzer, and a needle that moved! Things don't always go the way we want them to. Yet we can still be happy anyway. I doubt that was their intent, but that was the result. But the Lie Detector game & a 1966 Topps Willie Mays card are the two great voids of my childhood. And I refuse to fill them by paying inflated "collector's" prices just to resolve some out-of-balance childhood nostalgia. I guess they're my Rosebuds.

Hey, them Bears is ok by me right now!

Yeah, I just ain't no kind of fun.

So it's already been noted.

http://www.samstoybox.com/toys/LieSpyDetector.html Every year for about 5-6 years, I asked for one of these things. Never got it. Never. Got pertnear everything else I asked for except this. I still don't understand.

http://www.hallpass.com/media/balletlessons.html

Alamac!

Gina Piccolapupula!!!

God, if I had a dollar for everytime I've said that...

Twice as much, for a nickel too!

Didn't read that thread back then. I get the whole logic behind the trick of the question, but still think there's a wormhole in there somewhere...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_Society

Last I heard (from Heiner Stadler, a few years ago), Tyrone had left music as a profession and dedicated his life to his religion. As far as Heiner knew, he was still alive, although that was "as far as he knew".

I'm intrigued.

Hey, you want magic with numbers, try this - Three guys are on the road & pull into a motel for the night. They get a quote for a room, $30, each pitch in a $10 bill, and go to the room to settle in for some shutey. The manger thinks, "UH-oh, I overcharged them. The room should be $25, not $30." So he calls the bellhop (yeah, this story features a motel with an honest manager & a bell hop...), gives him five $1 bills, and tells him to go to the room & refund it to the three guys. On the way, the bell hop thinks to himself, "Well hell, 3 guys, 5 ones, how's that gonna work?" So he pockets two of the ones and refunds each of the guys $1.00 apiece. So now, we have three guys who have each paid $9 for a room instead of $10. That's $27.00. At first, $30.00 was spent for the room. Now, it's $27.00 for the room, and a $2.00 tip for the bellhop. That's $29.00 total. Where's the other dollar?

Hey, all I'm saying is that that first SJ/DT album sounded good and felt even better. I can take that one to the bank and/or grave And that's the one I started the thread about, btw. The second one was good enough, but "songwriting stress" was beginning to poke through, I thought. And I've yet to pick up on the third one, figuring that what they've had to do, they've already gotten done, and from here on out it's "career". No shame in that, but I generally let others pick up the story from there. Now, as far as "authenticity", "mimicry", etc. Hey. hear me now & never believe me if that's what it takes, but know it to be true anyway - what they did on that first album is damn near miraculous. Fuck "authenticity" and all that, that's just reverse snobbishness if when/if it gets played out in the realm of "easy dismissal" and Othe Ways To Keep You From Having To Confront Reality. Copping a "style" is one thing, and copping somebody else's "groove" is too. But making the shit feel right is a spiritual act. Making it feel "real" is a yet another gimmick, but making it feel right is something you can either do or not do, period. And I will say that on the two SJDT records I've heard, especially the first, the shit feels right. And I'm old enough & experienced enough in playing the "real thing" in it's "natural environment" to be conceited enough to think that I might have half a clue as to what I'm talking about, But then again, hey. Where the flatline with this whole thing is, as I implied above, material. You can only go to somebody else's well so many times, ya' know? Now, about that I can listen to doubts, cynicism, etc., and about that lies the root of literally millions of chances to walk down the road to hell. So if we want to talk about specifics like that, hey, ok. But don't come to me with argumets about "in priciple" or other generalities that deal in perceptions about what any peoples should or should not "do", because peoples are some unpredictable-ass motherfuckers sometimes who will make shit happen that by "law" shouldn't exist, especially in the realm of love and musical/spiritual/chronlogical copulations. Chaos theory is real, Jack, and sometimes shit happens that you can deny by theory all you want, and yet there it is, standing in your living room, pissing on your furniture, realer than your daddy's dick. And yet.

$4040.00 based on previous lifestyle. That would probably be less, but the questions didn't..."go there"...