JSngry

Can't speak for anybody else, but I got your back on this one.

Shit happens.

Have you checked out AL HIRT AT CARNEGIE HALL? It's got a Gerald Wilson arrangement on it.

Bill Evans was recommended by Dave Liebman. And whatever interest Miles might have had in doing "something different" was greatly facilitated by Red's habit. Now, when did Yuself Lateef play piano with Miles? I think I misunderstood the question, but not the answer.

None, but my god, my thoughts and hopes are with you all. Do you have insurance that will allow for seeing different doctors to get second opinions?

Not sure, but that sounds much like a James Moody (or was it Tom McIntosh?)Scepter date.

Yesterday produced this beauty: In today's hostile clime, I'm leaving nothing to chance. Danger is everywhere. Look - even the smiling little goodboy is about to get wacked from behind by that evil terrorist with the toohighwaisted sissybritches. L'il Brother needs to work on his aim, though. The back of the Potato Gun box looks like this: Don't know if you can read the lower left portion of the box, but it says: Damn straight, and hell yeah. Words to live by. I'm totally stoked about my right to keep and bear potatoes. In fact, I'm becoming a member of the NPA first thing Monday. Because when Potato Guns are outlawed, only full-price retail outlets will have Potato Guns. Over my dead body! Well, that's what I found at the dollar store yesterday - peace of mind. How about you? Yours in truth, Jim "Touch My Spud and I'll Spill Your Blood" Sangrey - Believer In An Eye For An Eye.

Congrats, best wishes, and kudos for making a move away from the slave rather than staying and whining.

My esperience with the Sauter-Finnegan orchestra (just a few albums heard in passing over the years) is that the sum is less than the total of the parts. The writing is very "clever", and that's the problem, at least for me. You got skills on display out the wazzoo, but to what end? OTOH, if you enjoy that type of writing in and of itself, then I suppose it's a gold mine waiting to be discovered. Both those guys were hellacious writers on their own, but what I've heard of their joint efforts hasn't really done anything for me personally. Guess it depends on what you're looking for as to what you find.

"Dog" gets a scene I couldn't get any other way. Wonder how many scenes there actually are?

Just reissued, easily found, resonably priced, and one helluva gig.

I had that first CD and was pretty much indifferent.

Yes.

Badu gets on my nerves after a while, but that's just me. D'Angelo is cool. Don't know Bilal. Yet... R&B (hell, pop in general) has turned into such a young person's music (or is it simply that I'm getting older? ) that I've done like most other old farts and mostly hung on to my "memories". That stuff is more than good enough to stay good for the duration. Most of the new stuff I hear is through osmosis - my kids, their friends, people I work with, random radio/tv encounters, etc. It's all "good", but nothing I haven't heard before, in some form or fashion. I like a lot of it, but not too much "sticks", if you know what I mean. Jill Scott is sticking!

As somebody who unapologetically put a Marvin Gaye cut on my BFT on the grounds that it was more "jazz" than a LOT of jazz, I'll agree. I'll also suggest that, in terms of what "jazz" has meant historically in the socio-politico-whatevero context of certain "communities" that what Ms. Scott is doing now IS jazz in terms of substance and significance. But y'all didn't hear that from me, ok?

Yep.

OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! BLACK BIX!!!!!

Danny Davis and the Nashville Brass.

NO ARIC WOULD HAVE WRITTEN IT ALL IN CAPS HELL YEAH.

Repeated listens stoke, not dampen, my enthusiasm for this record. It's like the all-out musical, political, and lyrical sophistication of early/mid 70s Stevie Wonder & Marvin Gaye, sung by a woman who can cover all the bases (and who also has resonance in her lower register, something I always like). Plus, she's got, at time, a bit of Betty Davis' raw and open sexuality, only she's not in the least bit "slutty" about it. Props given to Minnie Ripperton in the liners are apt, but that's just the tip of this iceberg. Between Ms. Scott's lyrics and her collaborators' music, this is everything I dug about 70s R&B made new again and recast in a totally contemporary fashion. Ain't no "retro" on this rocket! There's skill, there's craft, there's hipness, there's knowledge, there's a full range of emotions, there's nuance, there's confidence, there's MUSIC for god's sake! I didn't think they made records like this any more. I was beginning to wonder if people even FELT like this anymore. Gives me hope to find out that they do.

I love the logic of this customer's quote: Who the hell wrote that, anyway - Joseph Heller?

During the brief interval when Alfred Lion changed his name to Pete Rugulo, apparently...

Guess Who!

Maybe Mr Mingus is really Sue.

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