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Well hell, I don't really "need" the CLB set, I mean, I know what it is, I know what it's gonna sound like, and I know I'm gonna "like" it just fine, but I really don't have a need to explore this music beyond what I already know of it, not now, and probably not later. But $68.00? Hell, that's a good price for some good recreational listening, so I went on ahead & bit. I'm quite the sucker!

that means ?? I have one hundred twenty five thousand two hundred twenty three Blue Note recordings. I can vouch for that. He bought all my triples-and-above.

Those were on the original LPs.

There is now! For that matter, is there any link between Walter Jackson & KISS?

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It's sessions (and players) like this one (and these two) that drive home how few players really got Bird. These guys did. Clarence Sharpe was another one, as was/is (in his own "man from another time" way) Charles McPherson. Plenty of people got the basic vocabulary, but few got the, for lack of a better word, "flavor", that great emotional-through-harmonic & rhythmic beauty of things being more than one thing at the same time yet still being one thing. It's the latter quality that to me is the true essence of Bird, not the licks. And these guys got that.

I still maintain that Patton was too "subtle" to break out too much beyond the "niche market" he was in, at least here in the U.S. He didn't display blatantly dazzling chops like Smith, his repertoire was nowhere near as blatantly "funky" as somebody like Billy Larkin, & he made few, if any, concessions to "commerciality". Sure, he was "greasy". But his was a most organic form of grease, & it didn't necessarily call attention to itself unless you were predisposed to hearing it. I myself had the first few BN albums (at a time when I was more about the "uncompromising sounds of freedom" and all that stuff), and was basically underwhelmed until I got Accent On The Blues & Understanding. Then I went back & re-heard what I had missed the first time around. I suspect that my experience of not fully "getting it" was not all that uncommon. There's a big difference between cats like Patton & Roach and people like Smith & Patterson. With the latter group, it's all there for you, you can't miss it. With the former group, it's not so easy, unless, like I said, you're predisposed to where they were coming from in the first place (and perhaps tellingly, I discovered Roach after my Patton conversion, and "got" him immediately). What (almost?) all those "hits" have in common is a strong beat, a beat aimed at the feet of dancers. Either that, or a level of overt emotionalism that hits you upside the head. Or both. Big John wasn't ever about any of that, and that's why I think he didn't have the big breakout tune. But we all love him now, so hey.

http://members.cox.net/kellybob/weekender2000.html Scroll down past the color pictures. This kind of stuff fascinates me to no end, not for the music, but simply because of how some people get bit by "the music bug" at an early age and never let go of it, even if it means doing all sorts of weird and/or crappy gigs. And this guy fits the bill to a T! BTW - Bobby Rambo, who is mentioned & pictured in the above article, is alive, well, & still playing. A very tasty blues & country player, he's had an ongoing on-again/off-again musical relationship w/Jerry Jeff Walker for longer than he can remember. But as a blues player, hey - the guy's one of the tastiest around. No B.S. pyrotechnics from this guy, just simple, soulful melodies played with an impeccable of balance & space. I learn something everytime I play with him.

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Same here for all of this. And I also very much like the Living Time collaboration w/Bill Evans.

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I'm not opposed to bass direct per se, but it has to be incorporated into the overall sonic landscape (like on CTI) and that landscape should be tailored to fit the music (ditto). On the type of music that Xanadu tended to release, it did neither. But the music's usually swell in spite of it, so I don't let it ruin my day.

Passed Gil Evans on the street once. That mug was pretty hard to miss. Saw Charles Tolliver @ a Joe Henderson gig. Those glasses were pretty hard to miss.

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Oh My Fucking Uber-God!

That type of player, the road dog who could play quality music every night while living out of a suitcase, is a thing of the past. But such beautiful things they were! R.I.P., you lucky motherfucker!

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Not really. I had to think about it for a while myself.

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Elanor Roosevelt?

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In days of yore, Drew Phelps/Barney Fife. Drew + Dave = "Stereo Phelps" (the name of an early '80s band they had in Denton) They still reunite on occasion. Most recent was a week or two ago in celebration of their 50th birthday. First time I met them was in fall of 1976. They had just moved into Bruce Hall @ NTSU, and the twin I later found out was Drew kept popping in & out of my room to say all this wack shit about the Monk I was playing (they were total Allman Brothers/Southern Rock/Fusion geeks back then, that was all they knew). After about an hour of this, I was ready to kick his ass the next time he did it. So, some guy who looks like him pops in again, and before I can make it to the door to set his ass on fire, he says, "Hey man, have you seen a guy who looks like me only uglier?" That was David. Great guys they both turned out to be, and they both turned into very good players. I did a road gig w/them once for about 9 months, a B-grade "hotel show band". I could tell stories...