JSngry

There's so much to love on that album (4 Seasons). It's continued to grow & deepen for me with every listen, even now. Played it just last week & halfway expected to be a little blase about it now. Nope. Not even slightly.

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Thing is, have you ever met Drew & David's younger sister? What the family saved in "attractive" genes on the twins, they more than spent on her!

In days of yore, Drew Phelps/Barney Fife.

(The) Taxman Doctor Robert Elanor Rigby

Without context, I can easily confuse Bill Folwell w/Bill Laswell & Lewis Worrell w/Bernie Worrell. Fortunately, I usually have context...

Miles was already chasing Wayne while Wayne was w/Blakey, so I don't think that Sam "primed the pump".

I've got that album. Purple cover, right? Definitely alternate titles. I wonder why/how?

Well, yeah. It was Tony who got Sam the gig (I've heard that Tony & Herbie both were drug - at the time - w/Coleman's more inside approach), & Tony was definitely feelin' Sam on this gig, as was Herbie. But Miles, I don't think was ready yet for Sam. Sam was loose, like you say, and I get the feeling that he was, shall we say, "underwhelmed" to be playing beside Miles. The difference between Sam in this band & Wayne in this band is that with Sam, he came out and laid it all out, and that was that. With Wayne, there was always the sense that there was going to be something more to come (as there indeed would be). And for the way that Miles liked to present his bands (and his life in general...), that sense of more to come (vs. "this is it, deal with it") made Wayne the more fitting long-term choice. But I love hearing Sam on this date. Miles is still playing in a faintly residual "Blackhawk" style (which was in itself a residual '50s style), & then Sam comes in and essentially says get the phuck outta my way with that shit. Very disrespectful.

That's front & back covers on the 'Ball. It was a gatefold LP.

Sam plays like a motherfucker. Can I make it any more plain than that?

Could be...

But this is weirder than all of 'em!

USED to be live...

They creep by night, behind closed blinds:

One key left. Just one.

Well, yeah. You've spun your wheels into the anonymity of: and they never stop spinning, do they...

This lament is not that disimiar to that of the also deceased Tom Cat, is it?

Again, self-explanatory (and note that not even the animals have faces anymore):

Self-explanatory (in Capuchin Swing-esque green:

3:

It was all a blur when you were:

Self explanatory (and more than a little haunting):

The midnight sun (in the desert):

A downward spiral into oblivion (with just enough light for those who care to see it happening):