JSngry

Born to play J.C. Dithers, but apparently never did.

H. B. Kaltenborn

Put out some feelers for some background info, and here's what I got back:

God, if him & Bill Fenohr were neighbors...

Is it just me, or does that chick's head angle look like she's had her neck broke? Seriously.

I... don't think so... Are you sure? You can probably find some Atlantic "pop" sessions where Carter played electric, but I can't name any. The Gene McDaniels thing Harold mentioned would be one.

Cornbread & Dippin' are about as good as that particular thing ever got. And that's not opinion, that's fact! :g :g

There's always the Eighth...

Yes! I ordered Vol 1 from them thru this method, and it is as Mike says - very friendly and very professional. Order with confidence!

Ray Drummond Ray Parker, Jr. Guglielmo Marconi

Yep. In fact, I think that's where Fender approached him about trying the instrument.

Israels.

What, squeal like a pig?

Indeed she does, and more than y'all know or need to know. And so do the wives/significant others/life partners/etc of any number of people who attempt to function in the "creative marketplace".

Amazing - I never picked up on that from your posts the first couple of years here... Wellsir, I really didn't see the need to "project" it, since I really am an optimistic spirit overall. The darkness was mostly self-created and self-directed, and like I said, was pretty much the result of disappointment in everything & everybody, especially fincluding myself. But I was only disappointed becasue I believed that a higher potential was there to be had. Thus the outward good cheer. And frankly, I didn't realize how dark I had become until I stopped being that way. Basically what it all came down to was that I fell into the trap that a lot of "artists" fall into, and that's getting so preoccupied with being "serious" that the simple happiness seemed somehow cheap. It wasn't enough to be happy, there had to be work behind getting to it in order for it to mean something. Years of justified suspicion about conditioned behavior masquearding as true feeling is not at all a bad thing, except when it turns into another conditioned behavior its ownself.... That and not copping to the fact that being a husband, a man, is even more serious an undertaking than being an "artist". I've been faithful the entire time, and have never been abusive, but I'd be lying if I said that there were more than a few times when my insistence on not getting too "corrupted" by the "straight world" in terms of providing income put a pressure on Brenda that was not only unnecessary, but also unfair and unhealthy. She very rarely even mentioned it , and never to the degree that I felt it was bothering her (And when she did, I gave her the inexcusable, "well, this is who I am, this is what I do" line and stood pat, something for which I will feel regret and shame until my dying day), so I just chalked it all up to the "hardness of the artist's life", and she went along, mostly stoically. I would tell her how much I loved her for doing it, but ya' know, that's kinda like watching somebody kill themself when they don't have to and you just sit there and tell them how much you love them for doing it. That's some fucked up shit right there, and I did it for too damn long. Idealism is great, but unhindered love beats the living hell out of it any damn day... So yeah, the joy's always been there, and it's always been real. It's just a lot more unimpeded now, and hey - I'll take it.

"Best", I dunno...I tend to find the silk purse in even a manure-covered sow's ear, so hey... But I'd have to say that as a whole, my 40s were my "dark years". Combinations of disappointed idealism, unrealistic expectations, financial/emotional stresses of raising kids, frequently out-of-sync emotional/sexual bonds with my soulmate, just about everything I needed to be "happy" I was seeing far too often through the lens of "you should be doing this for me and you ain't, so why do you hate me so fucking much?" I was a dark SOB, and I was drinking/etc. in a very "professional" manner, which is to say that I had developed the skills to be totally blitzed yet totally functional in a totally unnoticeable manner. Needless to say, that only fed the cynicism... Then one day, about a year or so ago, it all just lifted. I realized that life is finite, but happiness isn't, not if you take the gifts you get and accept them on their own terms. I'd long had this attitude about things, but had always had a hard time applying it to people. "High standards", and all that. I stopped withholding out of resentment and started giving out of joy, and guess what? Life got better. LTB & I have always been close, but it's often been a "stromy road", i you get my drift. No more - we're like newlyweds again , with the exception that now we know what type of person the other is. The "unknown" is pretty much gone and the passion remains. A highly recommended state of affairs, trust me... I've "let go" of a lot of things - and not just "bad vibes" - over the last year or so. Some have come back, some haven't yet but no doubt will, and some are most likely gone for good. I no longer feel like a middle-aged guy starting to turn the corner to come down the homestretch. I feel like somebody who's lived a lot and is going to live a lot more. What happened "then" was exciting, new, and challenging, and what's going to happen can be, should be, the same. I've got a beautiful woman who loves me at least as much as I love her, and the kids are finally working their way towards total independence, each in their own way. Money's still a roller-coaster, but w/o those lingering resentments built from disappointments (not least of in self), hey, we just deal with and then go to bed. I don't play nearly as much as I used to, but when I played more, I was less happy as a person. If the time comes when I can paly more and not get back into that negative personal vibe, hey, good. If not, oh well. Like the song says, they can't take that away from me... I've become convinced that keeping a truly creative mindset and a deeply joyful spirit are not mutually exclusive qualities, but I also gotta say that, in these parts anyway, that appears to be a distinctly minority viewpoint... But shit - with only one life to live, I'm not such a super-heavy, potentially world-changing motherfucker that it's worth fucking up other people's lives, including my own, for the sake of being able to say "Fuck you, I'm an ARTIST." And again in these parts anyway, that appears to be a distinctly minority viewpoint, So I gotta say, this time right now just might be the finest time in my life. For now anyway.

No man, that was his cousin, Paulie Pahpah. They were often confused. I should have caught that when you said tenor player. Poddy was a pure alto man. Poddy was the one who was of a height that sort of defined where the exact border between being just really short and actually being a midget was. That short height, those bosomy cheeks, that one-of-a-kind-smile, the hair that he claimed wasn't modelled after the Kip's Big Boy (even though nobody believed him), and that tone that combined the acridity of Sonny Criss with the folksiness of Ace Cannon, well, it's no wonder that many seeked to ride on his coattails, to the point that when it came time for he himself to ride on them there were none left. But right now, I'm listening to his VarVay album Sweedish Snaps, and I tell you, this is what it's all about, at least this part of it anyway.

Seriously, he was a "kid who could play", and was marketed accordingly. Hope you didn't buy the hype or the cd...

You should read Kenny Dorham's Down Beat review of Misterioso, if you can find it.

Hermeto's a baaaaaad mf, and this is one of his finest, I think.

And cheeks the size of Sophia Loren's breasts. No wonder that smile captivated all who knew him!

Au contraire, mi amigo! This one combines To Hear Is to See with Consciousness. Both have the Corea/Holland/DeJohnette rhythm section, thus the title of the compulation.