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Looks to be a great article, David, but I'm going to have to cut-and-paste it into Word, since the font seems to be 2 point Phukthegeezerz....

Well, yeah, but I should have used "every silver lining has a cloud" to balance it out in regards to the dropped cut from the Griffin disc. That's what happens when you write all in one fell swoop - haste makes waste. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Yep.

Just in case anybody missed this: http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/weekly/aa062998.htm http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/weekly/aa070398.htm

Arthur Rhames? Joe Dailey? Hassan Ibn Ali? John Board? (jazzwise) On a little less severe level - James Clay?

That's true, but think of all the Ellington material that isn't available on CDU! Well, that raises another question - do "unoffficial" recordings count towards this?

Largest unavailable catalog? Probably Steve Lacy, too! Yeah, Lacy would fir with those three, for sure. But how much of his work is unavailable relative to how much id?

Largest unavailable catalog? You think so?

Is that the George Lewis?

Oh geez. Like if I didn't absorb all that in high school when my brain was still nimble, I'm going to do it now...

Always something new to learn. Rereading the thing last night, I also saw one or ten examples of sloppy sentence structure. In a sense I don't really care, because I make no claim of being a "real" writer whatsoever, but otoh, it does have my name on it, so the old self-respect bugaboo rears its head, if only by instinct. My editor came out to my gig last night. Maybe I should have clocked him?

Yep. I'm the man what done killed the jazz.

Thank you. Getting started is the hard part, getting all the loose ends and soundbites (which come pretty easily, really) harnessed enough to feel confident enough to sit down and turn them loose into a (hopefully) coherent whole. I suspect that if writing is akin to gestating and birthing, I feel like an elephant, only slower.

You know, Red Garland chain-smoked those things, even (especially) while playing. The piano at the old Recovery Room was massively scarred where he had lit one up, taken a few drags, set it down to play, and then lit another one while that one was still burning.

Uh...just a dying art? Nine! Nikt! Nopeadope! It is motion without poetry, a water without fish, tin outside of a can, a thank you before the please! HOOP-ah!

Whoa...............................................

Thankk you!

And played on alto!

I used to have the red-covered Freedom and Unity. It was a French issue, iirc.

When I first discovdred The Manly Art of Slow Suicide, I learned all the street slang for the major brands, and coined a few of my own, some of which are still in use amongst the 2-3 people who still remember and who still give a damn, if only in mockery. The Raw Lay was one of them, as was the preamble. It was part of the ritual. What's The Manly Art of Slow Suicide w/o ritual, I beseecheth untoest yethee?

You're thinkng of Raleigh, no? The cigarette that's like an overworked prostitute - truly a raw lay. Save them coupons!

Pat Cooper. Old school all the way, for better and for worse. Funny cat.

Who the hell still smokes L&M and Kent?