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Is that what she is? Your "lady"? If so, then I'd not get too involved in her kids' lives. Too much drama and shit. And you can, without too much effort find a good lady w/o all the baggage. But if she's more than that, then...

Indeed not. I'd be so bold as to say that it is the nature of the universe.

That might well be one of the creepiest looking pictures I've ever seen of anybody. Seriously.

Well, yeah. But I don't think that Bud's zone was caused by obsessing over cats not submitting to the dominant chord...

Well, sometimes joy is it's own reward.

I still dig Ned Goold's playing, but jeezusfukkinkryst dude, you've given me a mental image of a "dominant chord" as something that wears a full-body black leather suit with no eye holes and wants to stick a baseball bat up my ass. And woe be unto me if I scream in anything other than the painful ecstasy of humiliating surrender. Where's the "lightness" there? I mean, I'm all for "surrender", but I'd like to think that to what and to whom is as much a matter of serendipity as it is predestined servitude ordained by somebody/something that at any given time may or may not have benevolent intentions towards my ultimate well-being. "Freedom" and "discipline" are only as useful where they get you. You can never fully escape the cage, but decorating it doesn't make it any bigger, or any less of a cage. You can, however, get inside a bigger cage (or succession of cages), simply by walking out the door and looking around. The door's not locked. They just hang the keys on the wall to make you think that it is. Oh volunteered slavery...

Too much math for R&B.

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Stanley seems like the kind of guy who enjoys trying to make other guys squeal like a pig.

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Thirded, and then some.

Just got off the phone w/a CMG CS rep who told me that the Coltrane box is still available. Had to repeat the phrase "John Coltrane Prestige Recordings box set" to him, since h e apparently had never heard of it before, which is kind of a drag (imagine having to ask a salesman at a Ford dealership if they had any Mustangs on the lot...), but he assured me that it was still available. Take it for what it's worth.

Sorry. Started using it a long while back, and it's become second nature. LTB=The Lovely & Talented Brenda, my truly lovely & truly talented wife. She's the love of my life.

The stereotypical "Marxist Music Critic" tends to view music first and foremost in light of how the music in question does or does not confront "the system" with an eye towards overturning it. A valid (and often interesting) perspective, I think, for some times and for some musics. But some is not all, is it...

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My listening tastes I can take credit for. The credit for the dining goes entirely to LTB.

Beer! Free's a strict Rum & Coke man. He requested Shiner Bock. Or so Pete said, Hmmm...maybe we did get an imposter?!?!?!?!?!?!

Played some different stuff, mostly for background to conversation. No jamming. This time. Grilled pork tenderloin (medium rare), pasta w/asparagus & pine nuts, a salad of field greens, orange slices, roasted walnuts, and blue cheese w/a raspberry vinagrette dressing, an avocado bruschetta thing, fresh melon assortment, and chocolate dipped strawberries. And beer. Of course.

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It was fun! Pete & Paul know each otehr from the Woody band, so they hit the ground running. It was all groovy from the git-go. But I'll tell you what - w/o LTB, it would've been just a "guy hang", and all that that implies. Homegirl put ont he pots (and the coals!) in a major way, and made it look effortless.

Surely it's going to be "upgraded" at some point? I know it's "pricey" and all, but isn't this one of those "long haul" things that most every fan of post-bop jazz will eventualy get, or flirt long and hard with getting?

Mr. McKee's in Denton this week doing a jazz camp and had last night off. So we hooked up for a hang. LTB worked her usual magic, and a splendid time was had by all. God bless LTB! Paul's that rare combination of true gentleman & "seasoned warrior" who sees through all the bullshit. Totally realistic without being bitter and ugly about it. Totally a class act, he is, and it was a rare pleasure to spend the evening in his company. Invite him into your home with confidence! The Quartet Outsters were, well, Quartet Out. Whatcha' gonna do 'bout that?

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