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Why should shit of any nature get renumerated so extravagantly?

Ok, lessee...would I rather lose my left foot or my right eye....hmmmmm.....can I have a few seconds to think about it? I mean, hell, why does jazz need a "spokesperson" anyway? To get more people to "like" it? And then what? No man, you only need a "spokesman" when what you got can't speak for itself in a language that can be understood by whom you're attempting to speak to. Never had no "spokesman" back in the day, we just had players that people dug, players that people didn't dig, and players that people talked about trying to decide if they liked 'em or not. No man. No no no NO. Barring any miraculous miraclosity, it's over (cue Nancy Wilson for BizarroLand Big Chill dramatic affect). We used to have players, now we got a freakin' "spokesman", a ventriloquist's dummy talking to the boys and girls as they walk past on their way to The Magic Kingdom. And he gets paid a mil per no less!

Ahhhh....I see. Never mind then. But by all means check out Spinna's trick on that song. He takes 20 years off it, and in the best possible way.

I got Ella corroborating with Senator McCarthy & William Demerest on a live version of "Clap Hands, Here Comes Uncle Charlie" recorded live at Mr. Kelley's Pogo Schtick in 1953, with Lester Young in the audience and Buddy Rich, as always, on drums. Will that one be on this new ablum?

edc explains: i came up with the big bands; jazz, pop-- call it what you will. i dreamed of helen forrest & connie boswell, lee wiley & helen humes. later in her life-- about the same time Sly was w/Doris Day-- i had an affair with Jeri Southern. one time Peggy Lee watched. Dick Haymes was Caruso to me. truth be told, however-- & we always-- always-- knew it-- Tony Bennett has no soul! Dino used to say it all the time; Frank, in a misplaced gesture of equanimity, bullshitted otherwise; it was not true. not even the junk could git Tony that which schlock manner & good grooming can not buy: guts, baby. maybe ya'll had different experiences with Tony than i did; people are complex sometimes & can wear many masks. Who knew what lay behind seemingly effortless graces of Dick Haymes or Ricky Nelson, Jo Stafford or Phil Everyly? Brian Wilson ended up in sandbox; Tony Bennett made shitty-- & I mean really really shitty, sterile, insipid-- records that neither Mitch Miller on side nor Wil Friedwald on the other could justify, tho' both would spend much effort trying. "he was a nice guy." Big Buwana White Man's Burden "Liberal"-- as long as it doesn't cost him anything but a dry cleaning bill & maybe a few thousand bones for rubber chicken & backseat handjob from his assistant. Hillary doesn't know-- or care-- shit about music-- but she loves Tony-- everyone does. "He's a nice guy." Meanwhile... how's it going in Iraq, Tony? it's easy to be a "nice guy" from Beverly Hills or your $1 million ++ co-op too, not that everyone is but "good manners" alone don't matter anymore, & troofully, never shoulda counted for all they did either. now, if he DID throw the GREAT Harold Land a few bones, a good deed noted; seems the least he can do too but i'll admit it's sumpin'. (Like Tom Waits & Teddy Edwards, tho' Tom's got A LOT more going on besides.) Return to Tony Bennett's Queenss (With Charles Kuralt) Duly noted, but I'm not sure what that has to do with a DJ Spinna remix of a Stevie Wonder record...

Form, mostly. Form & group color - both instrumentally & harmonically - during improvisation. A lot less "jammy" than previous albums, and a lot less "song"-oriented than what was to come.

Yeah, the doo-wop I dig the most is either good singers fronting a group of good singers, or a bunch of kids who just don't know, couldn't know, anything other than what was right in front of 'em, but damn did they believe it with all their hearts and souls. Unfortunately, that got devolved into a bunch of saps who just wanted to be "stars" and found producers who had just the thing for them. It soon became "product", and that is a lot, a lot. of what has survived. Neither the pleasures of skill nor the charm of genuine naivite is to be had, just a I-vi-ii-V Nightmare On AM Street. And other than The Moonglows (that a capella album is sub-freakin'-LIME, even though it's kinda scamaliscious at the same time), I can't say that it's fun to "revisit" this stuff by "original" members, or ever "newer members old enough to have almost been the kid brother of an original member. Very few exceptions. But The Moonglows, man, hey, those were some baaaaaad muthafookahs. If all you know is one or two radio staples, you ain't getting the entire picture. And The Flamingos - one trick ponies, sort of, at least as far as what worked. But the groove on "I Only Have Eyes for You", hey, I'll take that and a lifetime inside the woman I love for the win, Peter.

http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?...&orgid=3922 No, I don't begrudge anybody a successful/financially rewarding career, even this clown. But DAMN. There you have it, right there, the whole thing. This is what it's now all about. It's over people, it's fucking over.

Sweet words of pismotality!

I give him props for touring with Harold Land in the early-early 1980s, and for "doing what he does" really really well. I just don't connect with his work, that's all. Sinatra, yeah. Hell yeah. Dick Haymes, yeah, in a robotrippin' kinda way (and no, I did not know what that was until a few days ago. But now I do, so hey). Even Andy Williams, yeah, actually, sometimes. But Bennett usually hits me like a really tasty/highly skilled Steve Lawrence, and I am just not interested in a really tasty/highly skilled Steve Lawrence in spite of being appreciative of the craftwork of it all. I wish Stevie Wonder would make an album w/Take 6, that's what I wish.

Wasn't that Nancy Sinatra, of "These Boots Were Made For Walking" fame, that sang "The Beat Goes On?" No wait, that was Sonny and Cher that did "The Beat Goes On(?)." I didn't know Rich had a daughter, much less a singing daughter until I clicked the link in this thread. Cathy Rich sang it w/her dad's band on the Big Swing Face album.

Stevie Wonder should just go ahead and write whatever looney/wacky/oddball shit he wants, great (yes he still can), bad (ditto), or indifferent (mega-bulky ditto) & just turn the shit over to DJ Spinna to make it sound right. Anybody who's hear Spinna's remix of "My Love Is On Fire" (yes, it's a "white label") is gonna know exactly what I mean... Tony Bennett should just go ahead and...keep on having a nice life and staying out of mine. Win-win, that one is.

I think that ideally, one whould be able to do both unhesitatingly and without self-consciousness. Because both, really, are "true". Knowing that something "really stinks" w/o knowing that there well may be some little nuggets of truth/beauty/whatever in there anyway is really just a cheap way out, a way to feign "awareness" without really having it. And knowing that there may well indeed be some little nuggets of truth/beauty/whatever in something that still "really stinks" is to realize that life is too often cruel and/or unfair, but that one can indeed get over it and proceed accordingly without having one's day, or even life, ruined because of it. You're alos positioning yourself to make better choices when you're alone, as well as how to be a friend to others when you're at the mercy of their decisions, some of which would most decidedly not be yours. And when those rare moments of true (or even relative) perfection do come along, hey. So much the more better.

At 13 (when she recorded "The Beat Goes On" w/her dad's band), uh... well...not really. Not SING sing, if you know what I mean. But she could carry a tune with a few notes an dnot blow it. Later on, I have no idea.

Do whatcha' gotta do to get this one:

Yeah, the CBS show was in NYC. Sheldon was Cali all the way, right? Check this out: http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&a...10:jcfwxqw0ldse

Pretty sure the late-nite CBS show had a big band. Not sure about the syndicated show.

Are Sonny's answers more...guy-like?

Pretty sure the bandleader was Mort Lindsey.

And die? 75.