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Lester Young Bobby Scott A Taste Of Honey

http://users.skynet.be/pdauwe/ursula_martinez.wmv

Suzy Solar Jim Atomic Wendy Woo

Pretty much how I feel about it. A lot of the material just ain't too happening. True, it all swings, but that crew could play "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" and make it groove like a mofo, so...

It should be coming to my mailbox in a few days. Ordered & Shipped from the Dutty Battids.

LTB & I will be in (she's a fan too) for as much as we can afford.

David Schwimmer The Pool Guy Minnesota Fats

Eddie Harris Lee Konitz Sonny Stitts

Taquitos on the house!

The King of Jazz The King of Swing The King of Queens

If the perfect co-dependent couple can't make a go of it in this world, what hope do the rest of us have?

Ond of the first things I thought of, actually. But I don't thiink that it would be weizen's thing...

Nippy Jones Mrs. Jones Me

Mr. Blackwell Mrs. Fields Famous Amos

And younger than Bird. Not that that's relevant.

Jocko Conlan Joe Cronin Erika Moen

Bobby Bradford Mr. B Whitney Blake

Nobody heard this?

You hear this one, clem? http://www.organissimo.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=29476

Fair enough. Then again, I can't think of anything that nobody's going to like. It just creeps me out, that's all I'm saying. It's kinda like, you know, I loved my old man, but I wouldn't want to dress up like him and talk like him and walk down the street "paying tribute" to him. That's just too weird. What would be the point - to meet my mother so I could marry her and father myself? Even weirder still would be if I did that with my grandfather. I so don't want to marry my grandmother and father my father. Number one - my grandmother's already dead, my father's already dead, and I'm not dead, last time I checked. Number two - I'd rather have kids of my own than to have kids that have already born, lived, and died. I guess it makes for good "entertainment" at some level, and lord knows I can be entertained by some pretty twisted shit, but necrophilliac incest ain't one of them. Then again, I can't think of anything that nobody's going to like. All I'm saying is that the less you think about this kind of thing, the less twisted it's liable to appear. But if you can think about in a serious way that doesn't eventually become twisted in some form or fashion at some point, hey, more power to you. I'm not able. Wilber's a known "re-creationist", but he's done some things that are at least slightly different. Allen's been the subject of a similar discussion here a while back. Suffice it to say that if I ever see him coming my way down the sidewalk, I'm crossing the street just to be safe. The other two guys here I know nothing about, and there's nothing here to induce me to change that. It's all "good" and "clever" and "fun" and all that, but I got creeped out from the git-go, and there's a reason for that. I've explained that reason, have said my piece, and will let it drop now. Just my personal opinion, strong though it may be, nothing more.

So - I'm going to offer up a harmeless demonstration of mechanical proficiency that nobody's going to be fooled by. The point being?

Frederick (of Hollywood) Nudie Yves St. Laraunt

Be careful what you ask for...

George Duke could play. Probably still can, if so inclined. Wait unit Cannonball's The Black Messiah gets reissued someday...

Man, I'll go ahead and puke anyway. That shit was just too weird. I mean, 1994, and you got cats going into a recording studio to mimic Hawk. Why? What's the aim? To let everybody know how great Hawk was? Well, in the first place, who's going to hear a side like this besides people who already know that? And in the second place, it don't make a damn how well you can mimic Hawk - he was a motherfucker if you ape him perfectly, and he was a motehrfucker if you can't play shit. The greatness of Coleman Hawkins is dependent solely on the greatness of Coleman Hawkins, if you know what I mean. Now hey - I owe Bob Wilber a personal debt. His Music Minus One side For Saxes Only (w/him, Hilton Jefferson, Jerome Richardson, Seldon Powell, Danny Bank, Dick Wellstood, George Duvivier, & Panama Francis) was something that I got hold of when I was 14 years old, and it turned me on to a lot of shit. So I owe him for that one. But this is just too weird, and like I said, insular to the point of not being what I would consider healthy. As a one-off, yeah, ok. But if the whole album's like this....whoa. It's geeky, that's what it is. Geekiness has it's place in the training stage of becoming a player (and that's a stage that you never finish, truth be told), but to put it on a record and make it kinda your raison d'etre? No, man, no. Life's too precious and too short.