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Up? For the McDuff fans?

The ending of the title tune on that one is a hoot! "NEVER?" "Well, yeah, eventually. But not yet." And the out-of-left-field modulation early on still continues to inspire. Why not?

That's because NASA is really SATAN without the T and if you hide the T in NASA you get NASTA and that's just what this all is - a NASTA plan to find a new world for NASTA to rule once he have destroyed ours. He thinks he's the NASTA race but he's really just SATAN with his T in his whole. I have learned well from the Saturnallian one!

Oh, it's a horrible, horrible movie. And it's bizzare beyond belief - most of it was shot as a Grade C type drive-in filler type flick back in the late 1950s. But it didn't get released until the early 1960s, I think, and before it did, "they" added an opening sequence that has "short student film" written all over it. The inconguity of the opening sequence is beyond belief, but whoever had control of the film saw fit to have this really nifty semi-avant-garde, electric piano-based jazz trio play the score for it. One of the worst movies of all time, but so bad that's its even worse funny, especially the scenes where people are diving around in a car with Hitler's head is in a jar trying to talk to them.

Rosemary Clooney Jerry Clower John

Why, I thought that everybody knew that Rasputin's Stash was the brainchild of session musician Martin Dumas Jr. and was a '70s soul/funk ensemble from the Windy City of Chicago, IL. In the early '70s, Dumas assembled an eight-piece group out of fellow session regulars from the city. Signed early on to the Cotillion label, the group released a self-titled album in 1971 and gradually lost half of their members by the time they recorded their second album for Gemigo, a subsidiary of Curtis Mayfield's Curtom imprint. The quartet — Dumas, Ernest Frank Donaldson, Bruce Butler, and Paul Coleman — shed the possessive of their band name for another self-titled album, released in 1974. Gemigo eventually went under, and the group was shifted over to Curtom proper for a pair of singles released in the latter part of the decade: "Dance With Me" was released as r-Stash in 1977, and "Booty March" was released as Stash the year following. In a distribution switch that saw Curtom move from Warner Bros. to RSO, the label's roster was gutted and Stash was one of the victims. After that, the group opted to quit, but not before they did plenty of shows in New York and their hometown, where they were most appreciated. Throughout the years, Rasputin's Stash and all its following incarnations endured as rare groove favorites. In 2000, the U.K.-based Sequel label issued The Devil Made Me Do It, a CD compilation of the group's Gemigo material, including several unreleased cuts that were intended for their third album. Yours in Rasputinianic ethics of attribution, Mandy Kell

Will the Child also be made available on vinyl?

Yep.

What's Ole Miss got to do with the price of Teagrden on eBay?

And Fettucinni Alfred-o.

If Kenny G played even remotely that well, the world would not be rabid for his evisceration.

I heard a rumor that they're going to start selling food. First offerring will be Cuscunacous.

Obviously! Fulla, that's kinda Piedmonty, ain't it?

Albert Stinson, yeah! Him and Gabor & Chico, yeah!

Yawlins, allyawl, sumyawl, nunyawl, where yall be when yall be there?

And to answer the post that wasn't, "yall" is a transitionalary form of "yawl", an attempt to communicate unconfrontationally, lacking as it does be in the more suddenary manner of hard shock value which would be found to be contained in the realitism of the vernacularial veracity. I'm not so militant that I can't compromise!

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No meantion of They Saved Hitler's Brain on that Meeker site. I would really like to know whoi it was doing that avante-electric piano work. Has nobody here seen this movie?

Wow.

We all die, but not all of us leave behind something that will continue to inspire and soothe after we're gone. Lucky did, if only, eventually, for others. Rest in, at last, peace.

That would be unfortunate, as the proper contraction is "y'all"... ← Actually it's "yawl", a distinct word, not a contraction. But render unto Caesar and all that. Gotta let massa think we's all happy and educated and shit. ← Is that a Texas thing or what? Everywhere I've been in the South, its "y'all" - a contraction of "you all". ← "y'all" is an attempt to make a word look legit. "yawl" is the sound, the word, and the meaning all rolled up into one self-sufficient entity. It neeeds no legitimizing, because it serves its purpose as is. Nobody who's a lifelong Southerner is slurring the words "you" and "all" when they say "yall", nor are they consciously thing "you all", nore are they meaning "you all" - they're saying "yall", they're thinkng "yall", and they're meaning "yall". Simple as that. "Decorum", however, dictates that language must conform to certain "standards" that are sometimes ours and sometimes somebody else's. It's "safe" to be "regional", less so to be non-dependent on an "established order" for legitimacy. So we play along with the notion that our speech is "colorful", and that what we're saying needs translation and/or some other form of explanation/legitimizing. Some of us even play along to the point where we actually believe it. More's the pity. In language, as in music, what "outsiders" think they're hearing and what is really being said is often at best only tangetially related. A white blues guitarist hears T-Bone Walker as a series of cleanly articulated notes in metric time and any number of similar people can't hear the difference, or if they can, hear it as being "the same thing", more or less. Non-Southerners hear Southern speech as a series of contractions and slurs and think that they understand the nuances and the mindset, like when we say "yall" that we're really saying "you all" and we just got a funny/colorful/regional/whatever way of doin it. Wrong on both counts. Yall need the contraction. We dont. No hard feelings, though - that's just the way it bes.

I figured that would get your attention.

Single digit catalog numbers have never been really popular.

Heard some, not all. Breau was a truly amazing talent who seemed (at times) a little bit unfocused. That first RCA album, "geared-for-airplay" as it is, furthers the notion, especially when contrated with the second. Yeah, he could do "more", but at what cost? With some players, you take'em as you get'em, and Breau is one of those players. Frustration comes with the territory, if you know what I mean, but hey, c'est la'vie, no?

That would be unfortunate, as the proper contraction is "y'all"... ← Actually it's "yawl", a distinct word, not a contraction. But render unto Caesar and all that. Gotta let massa think we's all happy and educated and shit.