JSngry

I'd recommend checking it out, for sure.

Oh boys, try to get along.

That's a good point. The only "counter" to it that I could make (and this is really a case of everybody here thinking the same thing but just using different terminology, I think) is that the people who call Kenny G "jazz" most likely don't have a familial/cultural/environmental point of reference to make that call. to them, it's instrumental, it's got a beat, so hey - it's "jazz", right? Whereas the people who call Marvin Sease "blues" probably have an at least subliminal awareness that there's somet part of his music that connects to something that they might have heard from their parents, grandparents, neighbors, etc. that'a a little bit more directly "blues". A lot of this goes back to the huge popularity that ZZ Hill (and subsequently, Malaco records) had in this part of the country about 25 or so years ago. When I first heard people calling it "blues", I thought to myself, "Blues? No man, that's SOUL." But since "soul" IS a direct offshoot of blues, and since not too many people at the time who listened to ZZ Hill gave a rat's ass about Charley Patton, son house, or Robert Johnson (and barely Muddy Waters), I could see how the semantic evolution could occur - it was referring not as muc to the musical specifcs as to something else, some basic "cultural impulse" that drove the music. So I just figured, "hey, I'm coming to this from the outside, so..." and let it be what it was going to be. Now, as to the lady who considered Luther Vandross (at his best a great singer, I think, and certainly one with an obvious gospel rooting), well, hey - she doesn't have a clue what she's talking about. But she's a nice lady anyway, so I just smiled and let it slide. Still, though, if we want to look at her cluelessness from a macro-cultural standpoint, a case could be made, if you wanted to really go there, that Luther's gospel rooting taps into a bigger well of "cultural subconsciousness" that genuinely does exist, with or without a name, and, in this lady's case, the only name she knew to give it was "blues". Of course, that'll never fly critically, but on the other hand, I think that there's too many academics who would not even concede the point that the lady's mistake actually pointed to some kind of truth anyway, so one has to ask - if you can't see the forest for the trees, just what he hell are you really seeing? And vice-versa, of course. And, truthfully, I do think that you can make a Kenny G=jazz arguement from the satndpoint of collective cultural perspective. I mean, a lot of folks back in the day, not all of them totally ignunt, considered Glenn Miller "jazz", and, time being what it is and doing what it does, I'd at least consider the posibility that the proportionate gap between Glenn Miller and the "real" jazz of his day and Kenny G & the "real" jazz of his ain't too significantly different. Of course, to consider that possibility would require me to take on a level of objectivity that I really have no interest in doing now that I'm married, middle-aged, and overweight. Dogma is less stressful, pays just as much (probably more!), and has a built-in audience. The choice is obvious!

Yeah, the Left Bank stuff has a little bit of it, but the European stuff is FULL of it. Those whoops and hollers that he gives himself, that kind of thing, plus cursing at (maybe) the drummer right in the middle of solos. Pretty intense stuff... Honestly, I still don't hear any significant "breath" issues. I do hear a potentially high level of drunkeness though, and I don't say that casually. There's a certain way that certain guys play when they get drunk, and have been getting drunk for a long time, if you know what I mean. And yeah, defintiely throw the Lee thing into the mix. That would've been enough to push even a social consumer into another zone for a little while. For somebody doing doctorate work... Junk is probably out of the picture, yeah. But juice? I suspect yes. And it's not just a question of being "drunk", it's a question of being on the cusp between being "merely" a hard juicer and going on ahead giving your life over to the stuff to let it kill you in its own sweet way in its own sweet time. That's where Hank was at this time, I believe, and that's the quality that makes BREAKTHROUGH so damn intense for me. It's a story that was scary then, and now that we know that it was one with an unhappy ending... I suspect that there might be a correlation between how much one will be drawn to or put off by this session and how deeply and darkly one has been plagued by one's own demons, how much one can personally identify with the place that Hank was at that point. I can't imagine that anybody who's been fortunate enough to have not experienced those dark battles would listen to this stuff and say, "Gee! Swell stuff!", ya' know?

This shit is getting FAST!

Well, how big are the heads, then?

I like their spinich, their mac & cheese, and their apple desssert, but that's it. Oh yeah, some of the sammiches weren't bad. They have/had a line of frozen foods as well. Now you can take it home without ever going there, much like the graduate of a bad jazz-ed program...

I'd pull back on that pie - bad for your innards. Look what it did to Isaac Hayes' bowels:

Chicken pot.

I don't think so; maybe you're thinking of riverside... Cat Shatner can only belong to one label:

Dig it. Now, if the world of academia nuts starts getting to you too much, c'mon down to Texas, and I can hook you up with some people for whom grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man. Ever gone to a gig scrubbing pots in the kitchen of a psychiatric hospital at 5 AM and when you come in the kitchen, there's this WAY scratchy Jimmy Reed Vee-Jay side blaring at full volume through some $10 "record player" and you're the only person in the room who's less than TOTALLY hung over and one of the ladies is still trying to get everything to fit right in her bra while she's simultaneously scrambling eggs and frying bacon, both of which turn out perfectly? Now THERE'S some contextualizing fer the acadmics!

Ladies & Gemmelnen, the first Organissimo Thread Poem: POLITICS now? then. Please stop. never That tickles.

Isn't that something like the original post was talking about, only different?

Anything but mellorine...

Can't give you the specifics of what's in it, or how it's made, but it's what is used in tradtional "soft serve" ice cream. Rich & creamy, yet very light. Check it out: http://scootersfrozencustard.com/news.htm

Ice cream, but only if it's disgustingly unhealthy and delicious, which means full of butterfat, real sugar, and all that good stuff. Otherwise, I'm getting to the point where the frozen yougurt makes more sense. Frozen custard, anybody?

Aw MAN. That was TOO easy! Seriously, I just meant that I understand both sides of the coin in this matter, and agree that for scholalry purposes, the distinction should certainly continue to be made and explored. But look, man, down here, a sizable portion of the African-American community refers to anything that's not slick Black Pop as "blues". (Marvin Sease a "blues" singer? You & I might think elsewise, but I'm telling you, to most of the people down hear who buy his stuff, that's exactly how they think of him), and for the kids who were raised on hip-hop and are just now discover the actual concept of honest-to-god SONGS, Luther Vandross is "blues". I kid you not. Happened to me at my straight job last week - this 23 year old woman had headphones on, I aske her what she was listening to, and she said, "some blues". Oh really? Cool! Who ya' listening to? "Luther Vandross." O...k.... But I can see how all this has happened, and when the word "blues" is used like this, I understand what is meant. Now, you know and I know what the deal is at one level, but the word itself has different meanings (and therefore different socio-historical implications) in different worlds. I live in several different worlds simultaneously (when I live in any at all), so my understanding and use of the word can and must remain flexible in order to function in each. That's all I was trying to say. But hey, if I still win, WHERE MY MONEY, HUH???

And my bad.

Word.

Lewis didn't play on the date.

I would NEVER confuse eBay with a band "[d]riven by tandem tactics of low-end subterfuge and drum tumble, their aggressive abstractions and brown sound rumble have stopped shows, upset stomachs, rattled skulls, and melted minds. Recorded live and unrehearsed in the industrial wastelands of the Northeast, this debut release charts Eloe Omoe's real-time navigations through arrhythmic tensioning and hypersonic squall. Their clairvoyant collaborations are way-the-fuck-out and abrasive; this quick spinner offers short attention span jams of ecstatic thrash interrupted by satanic screech and space jitter." Now if that isn't an apt description. You mean there's a BAND named Eloe Omoe? Wow...

Not to be confused wtih Eloe Omoe.

Where is Dr, Seuss? Is HE on the leuss?

In order: No Relatively, yes Yes I'd not go that far, but it's a good'un fersure!

hey y'all, i am really serious about this. can anybody point out ANY difference in the new Horace Silver and the Jazz Messengers RVG ant the previously issued non-RVG version (other than the liner notes addition?) help me out here!!!! for jsngry in the hopes that i will get a straight answer!!!!! Ooooh...sorry dude, I'm still doing LPs and older CDs on all of these. I'm not one to immediately upgrade unless I need to get something where I can hear more music than noise, or if they inclede some new takes or something. My own personal (and limited) experience with RVGs is that they are a mixed lot relative to the original albums, but almost always different in some way. As to comparing RVGs w/McMasters, I don't know if I've got the inventory to do that, escept for MOANIN', which I still usually listen to on LP. Old habits die hard... Sorry, wish I could help more. Really.