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Yes, but you're thinking of Barry Miles.

Kitty Carlisle Bud Collier Bill Cullen

Bobby Durham & Butch Miles.

And so is Freda Payne: http://www.beautyinmusic.com/artist_pages/freda_payne.htm

Hell, I saw 360 Degrees of Oprah, and that was too.

Y'all gotta realize that Miles came from success, was raised to expect nothing less, and once, he got (ahem) "clean", insisted on it. And got it. He had a business acumen that went beyond mere dollars and cents, and he wasted none of it. "Marketing"? Yeah, he was marketed. But don't think for one second that it was against his will or that he didn't give the marketeeers something to market. His "image" was cultivated as much, if not more, by himself as it was by anybody. Smart. Very smart. Besides being an incredibly gifted and unique artist, the cat was shrewd in the way that few "modern" jazz musicians have been smart. We're usually so caught up in our own subculture(s) that we can't even begin to think about anything resembling "mass appeal" as anything other than a fantasy or a one-shot deal. Miles, otoh, saw it as not just a distinct possibility, but as an entitlement (providing that he did the work to gt it), both for him as a person and as an artist. He was right, and he did what he saw would work to get all of it he could get on his terms. More power to him.

The phrase refers to any singer who woefully oversings their material. Sort of the the vocal equivalent of "all dressed up and nowhere to go". Sort of...

Perhaps not wrong, but definitely unfortunate: http://www.beautyinmusic.com/instument_pag...nst_sackbut.htm

Or right. Hell I don't know. Guess it all depends. http://www.beautyinmusic.com/index.htm

Carlo Ponti Jean-Luc Ponty Bonnie Pointer

I'll buy some sunglasses.

It was a CD-R with "professional" packaging. Original plans were for it to be a bare-bones "street-level" release - just a CD-R w/no packaging other than a paper sleeve with hand-written labelling a la some of Sun Ra's things. But that idea didn't last long.

Wow, thanks for the interest. I had no idea... Yeah, the website is pretty much useless these days, but that ain't my area of responsibility. Glad the rants are appreciated, though. Now to the task at hand... Welcome To The Party is still copiously available, thanks to an accidental overpressing by the manufacturer which they were nice enough to let us keep at no extra charge. We'll probably be bequeathing the inventory to our heirs... Live At The Meat House, however, was a truly small-run presing and is all but sold out. The decision as to repress or not is not my call, since I'm not the "money man" of the band. Someimes I hear that a second run will be made, sometimes that it won't. If y'all want to do the burn route on this one, I'd say no harm done if - and only if - you go ahead and get a legit copy if and when Lyles decides do a second pressing. I'll post here if and when that comes to pass. Just don't ask me to do the burning. $15.00 will get you a copy of Welcome To The Party. That'll include postage for domestic orders. Anything else, including foreign orders, and I'll dialogue with you to get you what you want/need. When orders were coming in somewhat regularly, I was able to ship once a week, usually on Saturday. Having been thrust somewhat unwittingly into the role of "band businessman" (everybody wants to sell CDs, but nobody seems to know how to make a damn package or find the freakin' Post Office, so I get to be the pimp...), that's the best I can do. Send me an e-mail @ musicaconcarne@yahoo.com if you want a copy of Party. For a variety of reasons, I've been very lax (and unmotivated) about checking communications lately. But if I know you're coming, I'll bake you a cake. And please, no PMs - as soon as I get some room in there, it fills right back up again. One of these days I'll can get around to emptying it out completely and starting over. But for now, just send e-mail, if you please. The last few years have been a bit, uh..."challenging" for Quartet Out, but like all things that are too ignunt to know when to die, we're still around, and the future actually looks....like it's there.

Bought this on LP back in the 70s, played it once and was not particularly enthralled. Not what I was looking for at the time. Files it away as a necessary part of an ongoing Blue Note Quest and let it go at that. Pulled it out on a whim several years later and was enthralled. Not much in the way of "creativity", but damn, the groove will just about kill you with goodness. Works for me. Still prefer Think, just because of the Lee/Fathead tandem, but oh well.

Art Blakesley Sonny Stitts Wayne Marsh

Wait until I find the ad hyping Larry Ridley's modeling chops...

Will there now be stickers?

And, to a lesser extent, Korea.

Bobby Thompson Ralph Branca Edward John Smith

It's not, it's just taking one of those patented Organissimo Thread Detours. based on what? some patented non-specified hearsay anecdotal thread-crap? I like those detours, as long as they stay positive. I do not think it is very nice to have a thread about Horace Silver and then fill it with all the shitty bandleader stories we can come up with. Somehow that strikes me wrong. Well, my story ain't hearsay, and it's got nothing to do with Horace Silver, but it does play to the notion of Company Store Bandleaders, of whom I bear no particular ill-will. It's an old-school way of doing business, and it's served many a bandleader's business quite well over the years. Ray Charles was another one - a good friend quit the gig when he realized that, in his words, "the real object of the job wasn't to make music, it was to see how much of your money you could hold onto each week". Athough I myself don't get involved in it, I look at this type of dealing as part of the Cultural Landscape Of Professional Musicianhood. Nothing really "negative" to it, just "local color", if you will. It's something you run into at all levels, and it's in no way a reflection of anybody's talent or artistry or how I feel about same. I love Ray Charles, and I love Horace Silver, and given the opportunity, I would play their Company Store games, at least for a little while, just to get an up-close-and-personal taste of thier unique genius-ness. Hell, if only "saints" made this music, it wouldn't get made!

It's not, it's just taking one of those patented Organissimo Thread Detours.

And do the band members have to pick up their checks at the union hall because the leader won't spring for postage stamps? There was a bandleader in KC like that. WHAT union?

True story - There is a local "Show & Revue" R&B bandleader around here who holds regular mandatory, marathon rehearsals for his crew. You don't show up early and stay late, you lose the gig, simple as that. Get hungry? Not a problem - his wife will fix you a hot dog ($1.00) or a sammich ($3.50) right on the spot. Ditto on beverages. Need a pack of smokes? $7.50 will get you a pack from this bandleader's private supply. And so on... Of course, if you don't have the cash on you, it can easily be deducted from your next check, which, it probably goes without saying, is waaaay below scale in the first place. Needless to say, this band (and it's a huge one - 6 horn players, 5 female vocalists - is populated by people who either can't get other gigs or else just haven't yet learned how to get other gigs. But the "Company Store" type bandleader is not at all as uncommon as you might think.

Ah, but it will serve Massa's purposes quite well... Marssalis No, not that Massa. Although he's unwittingly in cahoots with the Massa I'm talking about. The "this music and these people have a very specific place in my world and anybody and anything what thinks that they and it don't, or think that it's not my world are gonna find out otherwise in no uncertain terms" Massa, that's who I'm talking about. To which all I can say is - Fuck you, Massa. You can kiss my uppity, self-important, don't give a righteous goddamn about your world ass. You can take you liberation-of-self-by-creating-servitude-for-others bullshit and stick it so far up your ass that it comes out your mouth. Maybe then you can taste it as the pure self-created/self-contaminated taste of death shit that it truly is. But I doubt it. Some people love the taste of their own shit.