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Aren't you the guy who used to be Chaney?

Looks like 60 Minutes was backstage for the whole affair: http://www.comcast.net/providers/fan/popup...fig/default.xml Don't know if this link will work for non-Comcast subscribers, but it looks to be a teaser for an upcoming segment.

You didn't really think that Ashlee Simpson herself could sustain a whole thread, did you?

So, who plays Fathead?

Quite the contrary! I've been known to order double (or even triple!) jalapenos on my nachos when I've gottten into a good book. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and in this house, getting quality reading time necessitates serious hang time in the Fartress of Soilitude. For THIS book, I've ordered a bushel basket of habaneros, and plan on popping them like so many after-dinner mints. In Texas, we don't NEED no stinkin' Swiss Kriss!

Hey, aren't you the guy who used to be Chaney?

Almost...

Well, there you have something. I was raised to respect women (and even some men, believe it or not...), and hit adolescence smack dab in the first full flower of the feminist revolution. It all made sense to me, so hey, no big whoop. "C**t" was always used in the way you describe, as the feminie equivalent of "dick", to describe somebody of extremely low, self-centered, and totally unethical character. Nothing more. And, frankly, those words were used liberally by both genders about both genders. When everybody's on the same page, so to speak, there's a common language with a common meaning. Maybe Denton was tougher than Oakland, but I rather seriously doubt it. Now, when the word became a slur at the level of those other two you mention, I don't know. But those words have always (in my lifetime, anyway) had deeper power and darker meaning (one moreso than the other, but still...). Seems to me that willfully surrendering a once crude-but-serviceable word that simply was a description of individual character to a darker meaning that casts fundamental aspersions on an entire gender is an act of anti-liberation. But what do I know? Choices have been made, though, it seems. Whether they're prudent or not is another matter... Using the word as I meant it, I have no overiding compunction to apologize to anybody for the actual use of the word. So I won't. I will apologize for any inadvertant offense, though. Somewhat sincerely, even. But I stand by my sentiment, which I hope is perfectly clear. If it isn't, hey, parallel universes, baby... No matter, though. In the future, I will refer to Ms. Simpson (when I refer to her at all, which I hope will occur with the frequency of my dog climbing a tree...) as the aforementioned "no-talent media-whore (and why is "whore" so widely accepted as a dig when c**t isn't? Have "we" decided to value genitalia more than the use to which they are put? Do basic raw tools matter more than final results? Something wierd about that...) can't". Because, c**t or not, CAN'T just about sums her up for me.

So, Al, you like it?

Not a PM (sorry, box is full again...) but I got mine yesterday. Good stuff!

I've not heard anything that Hermeto was involved in that didn't at the least intrigue wildly.

Ha! Did you say, "Really?! How many sessions have you played on?" Or did you say, "Then why haven't you played with Trane for over five years"? Nah, I told him he was a no-talent, media-whore cunt. (that's the last time, I SWEAR! )

Ok, she's a no-talent media-whore CAN'T! Everybody happy now?

It's not so much a matter of actual tempo as it is feel. Closest I ever came to it was when I had a bad, recurrent, cough with some respiratory bug, and the doctor prescribed me some strong-ass codiene cough syrup. Well, I had to play a gig that afternoon, so I took a "healthy" dose, if you know what I mean, just so's I could blow w/o coughing. Let me tell you - it was MAGNIFICENT. The fastest tempos seemed medium, at best, slow ones just unfolded with inevitable beauty, and the medium grooves, well, they were almost pre-orgasmic in their lusicous sensuality. My motor skills weren't hampered at all, but feeling that "stillness" of time allowed a "strength of purpose" in execution that at once thrilled me and scared me shitless. If that's what a heroin high is like, or even partially like, hey, the attraction is more than a little understandable. But that's the up side. It's the down side that'll kill you... Oh yeah - kids, don't try this at home.

If that's the case, that it was an intentional sabotage, then the responsible party/parties DO need to have their sorry punk-ass media-whore rock star wannabe cocksucking asses fired ASAP. If you hate the gig, don't do it. If you do it, DO it. No excuses. But I'm still not convinced that it wasn't a non-onstage glitch. This stuff is SO tightly controlled that to leave something like that, a two non-consecutive song gig on national TV, in the hands of the "talent" seems to be unnecessarily tempting fate. Nevertheless, Ms. Simpson displayed a totally "me first" attitude in apparently not even contemplating deflecting the blame that does nothing to disabuse me of the notion that she is in fact a no-talent media whore you-know-what. You wanna know why "chick singers" are the brunt of so many jokes (surprisingly enough, not all of them kind!), well, here's a good example. Obliviousness to any and everything other than your own little world (which, btw, revolves entirely around yourself) is not exactly a trait that endears you to your co-workers...

You got it half-right. I did say that I don't normally use that type of language, and I don't. But I NEVER said that I couldn't restrain myself. Quite to the contrary, I could have if I had wanted to. But I didn't want to. And I don't want to, not in this instance. But I'm a sensitive-if-rough-around-the-edges kind of guy, so let me refine the comment: The actions of Ms. Simpson in this entire affair were that of a fucking no-talent media-whore cunt. Whether or not she actually is a fucking no-talent media-whore cunt is something that I, not knowing her even slightly, am not qualified to make. But if she is in fact a fucking no-talent media-whore cunt, then I stand by my original comment: But if I'm wrong, hey, fuck ME, you (have at it here, ok?) Enjoy!)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, I get it. I respectfully disagree, but I get it. Now, do you get why I'm pissed?

My mother, although having a temper to be on the lookout for in her younger days, has never, to by knowledge, behaved in anything even remorely resembling cuntness. My wife is a strong, intellegent woman who has worked in management, often surrounded by faux alpha-male types. I'm sure she's been called a cunt begore, at least behind her back. She's a big girl, a smart cookie, and a tough customer. She don't let the cocksuckers get her down. And I'm proud that she's got the qualities that cause such pseudo-"men" to react in such a way. My daughter is 14, and has the intelligence and stubborness of her mother and father combined, which is to say that if she's yet to be called a cunt, it's just a matter of time. I only hope that it will be for something more noble than blaming the band for something that was not their fault (and I'm not buying the "it's the drummer who starts the tapes" thing. In my experience, such things are usually handled from the control room, sound board, or from a computer backstage, NOT by somebody who's already occupied doing something else. NBC's explanation by way of a "computer glitch", ie - somebody offstage pushed the wrong button or prepped the wrong track that the drummer might have then cued, or even triggered, seems the most logical to me). We'll both be there for her when it happens, and we'll prop her up and tell her to be careful not to step on the midgets when she gets back on the field. If it's not for something noble, well, she's going hear that you clean up your own backyard before you worry about somebody else's. Now as for my sister, well, your gues is as good as mine. But seeing as how the girl's a living C&W song (in more than just a few ways...) all I can say is...nothing. Except that I love her in spite of herself.

Yeah, I'm sure she's in the bizness totally against her will and is playing along just to put food on her family's table. I'm sure that she doesn't want to be a star, that she'd just as soon be in college studying to be a veteranarian, or spending her time doing relief work in the Third World, but she's got no other choices in life. Poor thing.

Well, that's working on the assumption that quality of character is every bit as as involuntary as ethnicity, but, ok... Is it a gender-specific insult? Hell yeah it is, But it's most assuredly an insult about that person's character, not thier sex. There's "male equivalents", btw...

A cynical SOB might think it was to reduce the profile that thread had cumulatively created, and that now there's a (hopefully) reliable server here that it's time to erase all the evidence. Fortunately, I'm not a cynical SOB!

I had a R.A. named Mike back in the day who told me that "all those Blue Note sides are just a bunch of cats having jam sessions just like we do here. No biig deal. Hell, I'm as good as McCoy Tyner." He wasn't. Wonder if it's the same Mike?

I've got a reel-to-reel of it somewhere in my closet. The song they started out with was, iirc, the one with the opening lyric "Calling Mister Oswald with his swaztika tatoo". The first numeber they did was an absolutely searing version of "Watching The Detectives". I got that on the reel-to-reel too. Just hope I've been careful where I've put my Monster Magnet all these years...

If anybody archived my critique of RON CARTER PLAYS BACH from Board Krypton and can post it here, you can feel free to read it and, if you like, reconsider that comment. I'll accept your apology in advance.

I the Babe Thread was still here. you would notice that my participation in and viewing of it was minimal at best, and for the last few months of its life, nonexistent. Sorry, the brush may be broad, but it ain't accurate, not this time.