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I hear that Debby Boone needs a place to rehearse, so...

They used it on the US LP too. Made the orange a little redder on my later (1970s) copy, although I think I've seen older issues that actually were orange.

Really! Were you into that scene at all? I ask because I've got more than a few American musician friends who not only refuse to believe that people were actually dancing to this stuff (in either pure or remixed form), but also that people can't and shouldn't dance to it!

O.D.B. O.P.P. OSHA

Yeah, the Applause things came out after BN ceased all activity as an active label (even reissues). It was looking for a while that that was going to be the form that the BN catalog was going to be handled for the immediate future. Dark days, those were...

You've heard him before, trust me.

Scott Joplin Led Zepplin Dred Scott

They're dumping this stuff like last week's meatloaf. You think they really give a rat's ass?

Georgie Porgie Porgy & Bess Porky & Petunia

Gerald Wiggins Joe Liggins Honey West

Considering his resume, I'd have to qualify that statement by saying that it depends on who's making the list, and for what reasons. I think it's safe to say that as a 50s-60s LA session player for pop & R&B sessions, he was on the A-list.

Moe Drabowsky Manny Sanguillen Jack Fischer

The President's Son The President's Daughter The President's Analyst

I've never been 52. What's it like?

Bill Todman Mark Goodson Bill Cullen

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Ron McClure Mister Bass Man Sid Bass

Oh really? Not the parent, obviously. But if you're providing for their needs, and if you're living with thier mother (and providing for some or all of her needs) and you're not being a "parent" in some form or fashion, then you're being a chump. That probably sounds a lot harsher than I mean for it to, but dude - you've got these people in your life now. If they need some direction, give it to them and don't apologize or feel guilty for it. Doesn't mean you gotta be an insensitive prick about it or not seek outside assistance, but hey - there's a time to lead and a time to follow. The time to follow is when somebody's got a better sense of direction than you do. The time to lead is when nobody else does. Right now, the latter seems like it might be the case. From what I've come to know of you, not having a sense of direction has never been a problem. It's now a question of using it on an intimate group, and not just on yourself or on business associates. Step up, and good luck.

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...