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John, I won't question the specifics of what you say, just the conclusion you draw from them. I mean, yeah, even though the band live was a gas up until the very end, they probably did stay around too long, and yeah, the last few albums were a "mixed bag" (although I still think that Domino Theory is a damn good record), and yeah, Wayne's playing on those sides is "disengaged" more often than not (but there are exceptions, and live was another story altogether). So if that means that they "ultimately failed", so be it. I just find it hard to look at a band that made so many meaningful innovations and created so much great music as having "ultimately failed". Woodrow Wilson? Yeah. Weather Report, nah. I can't look at it like that. Too much of a lasting and meaningful (and still relevant, especially now that The Big Chill is finally starting to thaw and cats are getting over their fear of electronics and non-bebop derived rhythms) legacy to render that as the "final verdict", I think.

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There's a very favorable review in the most recent Jazz Times.

But that's the whole problem with going back and listening to WR, they ultimately failed. I went to ton of live shows ... the ones at the Greek Theatre were especially good (I remember Santana sitting in). WR was my 2nd favorite fusion band after BB. I think they stayed together way too long, and sailed the ship on and on until eventually they were floating around in isolated murky waters with no winds from anywhere ... for reasons I don't understand at all. I mean, in the final years of WR you have one of the three greatest living saxophonists (if you think Joe Wayne Sonny like I do) sounding like he got thoroughly bored with it a long time ago. It's like Wayne was playing at 50% or something. That would be one way to look at it...

YOW!

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Bitchiness is an integral part of What Makes Keith Keith.

No dude, you grab your horn and start goin' Albert Ayler on their ass. And then when they get upset, just innocently say, "What?! I'm just jammin' with ya!" Reminds me of two college parties I went to/killed. the first was actually a pretty nice scene, good "accessories" were being consumed, dancing was going on, and pairings were being formed. That is, until, I slipped on Funkentelechy Vs. the Placebo Syndrome. Then it became apparent that innocent white folks could dance to EWF, Kool & the Gang, Ohio Players, all that shit, but not to P-Funk. Not even to "Flashlight". (at least not back then. Today's a differnt story. Kinda...) The beginning of a life's education, that was... Then there was the "jazz party" a few years later where the sounds were all of the "Lab Band Approved For Your Protection" variety. I had just scored a new LP copy of Destination Out (then still in print!) and got it put on the turntable. Well, that party was over before Side One was. I don't go to many parties any more. Guess I'm just no fun.

Did you ever see Charlene Darling singing jazz on a summer TV show?

The McPherson/Kuhn side's a beaut (I've got it on CD), but be forewarned, the cover is something you'll want to keep out of sight of the kids.

I'm thinking it was at one of their parties. Can anybody confirm? You know, I hate parties where people sing. You're sitting there minding your own business, doing whatever it is that you do at a party, and then all of a sudden there's this little rustle, the room falls quiet, and then somebody starts "performing". Well, what are you supposed to do? Sit there and smile at the "specialness" of the occasion, then politely applaud and offer unsolicited compliments, that's what you're supposed to do. I hate that shit. Get a gig, or call a rehearsal. Don't kill my party groove with your little "performance". "Charm" is highly overrated, that's for sure.

Here we go again, clearing out unresolved memories of childhood courtesy of/induced by the cathode ray... I remember watching some summer replacement show (or maybe it was just a "special") when I was a kid ca.1966 and seeing a pretty loud group consisitng of a female singer fronting a piano trio. What made the memory stick out was that the singer strongly resmembled Charlene Darling from the Andy Griffith show. A strange jusxtopostition, that, I thought at the time (although not yet, at age 11, actually using the word "juxtaposition"...), this hilbilly chick singing this really strange, flashy, kinda "coo-coo" city music. Well, time passes, and the little things slip into the recesses of one's memory, but occasionally something pops up and makes you say, "Hey, I remember Charlene Darling singing jazz on TV, WTF was that?" And then, as quickly as the thought comes, it goes, unresolved, and surely creating/leaving some sort of deeply subconscious anxiety in the process. Anxiety, no matter how minor or subliminal, is not to be courted, not these days. That's why when the though popped up today, I turned to that Grand Anxiety Resolver, The Internet, to settle once and for all if I had in fact seen Charlene Darling singing jazz, if it was just some chick who looked just like Charlene Darling, or just what the phuc it was that creating this lingering burr under the saddle. The Internet did not disappoint. It turns out that Charlene Darling is/was actually Maggie Peterson, and that Maggie Peterson was indeed no stranger to either singing or to jazz. I still don't know for absolute certainty that it was her I saw on the TV show when I was 11, but hey, close enough to consider the case closed. Details here: http://www.what-a-character.com/cgi-bin/di...gi?id=982799425 Thank you all for your ongoing support throughout this labrythian ordeality.

Saw this at Da' Bastids http://www.dustygroove.com/vocalscd.htm#410643 and read this description: Well, hey. big whoop. but these ladies don't look like Les McCann proteges, if you get my drift, so I'm thinking that there's gotta be more to the story. The AMG REVIEW of this album was kinda provocative in a bland way: Ok, the initial feeling that this was some kind of kitsch classic was beginning to ebb, and a sense that there was a story here, one of those "only in the music business" type stories, so I went to the AMG BIO OF THE LEWIS SISTERS. And yes, there is a story, and it is definitely one of those "only in the music business" type stories. Check it out: Wow. What a long strange trip that's been. You gotta love the music business! (and BTW - "Universal Prisoner" is a great song.)

mor-A-ra, I believe, with a thing on A. What's it called?

Anthony Sciacca was using the professional name of "Tony Scott" in the 1940s.

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...was there an episode where Rob & Laura did a version of "Mountain Greenery" in a semi-quasi-Jackie & Roy style? Don't ask me how or why these things pop into my head, If I knew, I'd probably become very sad. But as always, thanks in advance!

Ordered once from them a few years ago and everything went smoothly. Those prices are too good to not go back for seconds.

And what level might that have been?

Who was the photograper for this Carly Simon album?

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A friend hipped me to two of his sides and I know nothing more than that this is some of the most uplifiting music I've heard in quite a while. Can anybody elucidate?