JSngry

Well, I didn't grow up w/a piano in the house, and ours wasn't a pre-television home, but I am old enough to have witnessed the "community sing" go from a fairly commonplace event undertaken wholly un-self-consciously to a kinda creepy thing that only the old folks did to something that only really weird people did to being ran through the societal wringer of increased focus on self to be reborn as karaoke. Really, there was the whole "follow the bouncing ball" thing in the movies/cartoons, and before that, as indicated above, people just got together and sang because it something fun to do as a group. No love for Mitch Miller here, the shit's pretty hard to take, but I will give props to the concept, and wonder if a society that has evolved from being content with singing as a group to one where it seems that everybody, no matter how bad, now looks forward to having the stage to themself has moved in the best of all possible directions.

I've been curious about it. What say you?

Bryant Gumbel Gumby Art Clokey

Tee Carson Ted Curson Tab Hunter

How hard whould it be to tell the difference between the Mobleyizer & the Macerodon on any but the most decrepidated tape?

Ok, I was supposed to keep this a secret, but it's so absurd, y'all won't believe me. Besides, sometimes you gotta use the absurd to point out the obvious, right? And anyway, we be talking all this hypothetitheorhetorical "in principle" bullshit that's gonna get morphed innumerable kinds of viable ways once it hits the streets anyways, so what the fuck ever, ok? Here's the deal - I know this wacky "loner" type guy who's invented a machine that'll duplicate damn near anything. Cat lives in his mom's garage and shit. No girlfriend, wears smelly flannel shirts & nastyass chucktaylors all the time, etc. We all know the type, right? So let's say that I buy me a nice new Lexus, drive it for a while, say, 100,000 miles, and decide to get me another one. Them's some damn good cars, them Lexuses, but I likes the thrill of a new ride every wonst in a while. I sell the first one to a friend, and for a damn cheap price, because this cat and me go way back and we be tight like that. One sale, two owners, only one "royalty" paid. And this on a car w/100,000 miles on it. Lexus don't even get pissed. Hell no. Now let's say that I buy me a nice new Lexus, drive it for 100,000 miles, decide it's my car for life, don't never want to get rid of it, but I do want my best friend to check it out. I can feel the love just thinking about it (me and his sister had a really hot 'n' nasty thing going on back in the day, and he was totally cool when the shit took a hard left. Now that's a friend!) Maybe he'll buy himself a new one, maybe not. So I take the ride to my wacky "loner" type buddy, get a near-exact replica made of it (only flaw in this cat's machine is that it doesn't do exterior paint, so everything comes out flat grey) and give it to my homeboy, while I keep mine. Same deal - one sale, two owners, one "royalty" paid. And this on a car w/100,000 miles on it. Granted, it's a Lexus, but still... Lexus still don't get pissed?

Wally Gator Willis Jackson Todd Bridges

Because as much as you know, there is still more to find out. Hell, I'm more than twice your age & I'm still learning. It never stops, and be thankful for that. When it does, it's time to die. Now, chewy - do you know Tom Archia?

Not me. Solid happens to be one of my favorite Grant Green albums. Same. Everybody talks about Grant & (insert name here), but What about Grant & Elvin, huh? For somebody like Grant whose phrasing was all about the rhythm, you gotta look at Elvin.

The band is Hubert Laws (on flute & guitar ), Chick Corea, Richard Davis, & Bruno Carr.

Not everybody still lives where they used to.

Who are you, Big Al's computer?

FYI - Uptown released this as Jamestown, N.Y., 1958. No doubt a more honorable issue. I've got the Uptown, & it's totally cool. Hawk playing a high school dance w/a reasonably confident pickup band. He plays his ass off and you can hear him talking about shit like driving directions while the other cats are playing. Just another gig for him, probably one htat he forgot about as soon as it was over, but damn does he play. Bean Machine indeed!

I hear ya'.

Don Quidix Dorthea Dix Althea Gibson

The you better call Ghostbusters, because Ray Draper's been dead for a good long while. Now if it was Bob Stewart...

The fact that this cat is "an observant Jew" poking fun at U.S ignorance of Eastern European/Islamic cultures by feeding non-spop anti-Semetic absurdities to people too ignorant to see any of the layers of sublime irony is indeed Kaufmanesque. Perhaps even beyond Kaufmanesque. I gotta see this movie.

I wish I still had The Beatles vs The Dave Clark Five, a pulpy one-off magazine that came out sometime in 1964. It was intentionally slanted to make the DC5 look like heroes & The Beatles to look like bums. No idea who published it, but it made me madder than hell when I was 8. Now, I think it would be one of the funniest things I owned, if I still owned it.

I think the day will soon come when people who use dude in conversation will seem as silly as those who once bought Mitch Miller records. Dude, that time has long since come, which is why I dudify with great regularity. Hopefully the cynical irony will be lost on those for whom it is intended. Otherwise what's the point?

The Navy stuff is, yeah.

Chic was badass. Listen to the bottom and not the top.

Was Jonah on vacation last month?

Trane in the Navy was indeed rough, but Trane with Hodges is a man at work.

Heaven On Earth , actually.

Was he playing then?