JSngry

That's...reality. Ain't no joke there!

I ain't laughin'. I lost a good woman to Smurfette back in the late 70s. It hurts a man deeply when his woman leaves him for another woman, especially a blue one. Thing is, once the series got cancelled and all the money was gone, this tramp comes back to me asking me to "forgive" her. "Go eat a bluefish," was what I told her. But I was crying on the inside. I wanted to forgive her. And yes, I was feeling more than a little blue. But a man has his pride. Besides, I was already married by then. To a GREAT woman. A woman who loves me, and who doesn't go looking in the closet for cheap thrills with some blue cartoon skank. Damn them Smurfs. Damn them all to hell.

Now there's a good subject for a whole 'nother thread - "From SOME SHAPES TO COME to WAY OUT EAST - What Happened?"

So, what's the joke here, anyway?

No need for despair. There's always You can keep busy doin' nothin'and have the tlme of your life. THAT'S what friends are for!

I should add that I don't own the Mosaic (yet, I will eventually), and only have the Lighthouse album on LP. The CDs contain a lot more material, and depending on how you feel about the original album, that might be good news or bad news.

Well, it's pretty much their show, so... But are you apprehensive because you're conversant w/their bag (or what was their bag back then), or just because of what you think it might be? If it's the former, then you could probably stay away safely, but if it's the latter, I don't know. I'm not into that bag too much myself, but the Lighthouse date is one that I enjoy anyway. Not much help, is it...

Well, that's waht made Don Cherry Don Cherry instead of Blue Mitchell or Lee Morgan, I think, that willingness to take the boppish language and tinker with it, clip it, turn it inside out, change keys in the middle of a phrase, etc, and not play it straight. I guess we'll never know how truly fluent Cherry was in that idiom unless and until somebody turns up some tapes or something from the mid-50s. But we do know that Cherry was a protege of James Clay, and James Clay could definitely play the bop idiom, to put it mildly. Now whther or not Clay viewed Cherry as a peer, a protege, or just a running buddy I don't know. But I do know that on those early Ornette sides, I hear a player conversant enough with the bop idiom to knowingly tamper with it, not just halfway take a stab at it. I think that that's possibly a result of Cherry's having come into Ornette's world from "the outside", so to speak. Ornette's homegrown philosophy of life and theories about music drew from a lot of different areanas, but really existed in none of them. Haden's folksiness roots played to a part of it, probably moreso than did Cherry's urbane boppishness, which might be why there is an element of "strain" to Cherry's work in those days (a quality which, btw, was noted by several critics at the time who heard Cherry trying to "get to" where Ornette already was). Good question!

GLADLY!

Yeah, but I don't feel right about going into a place I don't regularly contribute to just to complaining about it, either... Really, I'm happy doing what I do where I do it, and what others do elsewhere is really of little or no concern to me. Unless there's blatant fraud or exploitation involved, I'm usually quite content to let the parallel universes stay that way and allow nature to take it's course. When I stray from that principal, and I do sometimes, it's to my detriment, I think.

Jim Hall is a bad motherfucker, that's how. Seriously, Hall's harmonic sense made him a logical choice, I'd think. Moreso than Grant, definitely, and maybe even moreso than Burrell. Hall's voicings and Herbie's are often of a similar mind, I think. And they both worked w/Sonny Rollins, remember. Now as for how the actual contracting went down (which I think is what you're really asking, right?), I don't know.

No, not really. (biting the tongue, that is) I've gone on record before as not really feeling comfortable personally with AAJ, but I've also gone on record as having respect for their thing in spite of that. Truthfully, I'm not comfortable with otherboardbashing overall. If there's a specific matter that irks me, I can speak out on that, but the generalized "hey look at us, ain't we da'bomb" thing is to me like those damn temporary spares - useful, barely, in a crisis, but disaterous to drive on for any duration, or at regular speeds.

Oh HELL no! Even amongst my musicians friends, the ones who probably share the most with me in terms of overall "life outlook", there's atill a tremendous diversity of interests and intensities about those interests. The way I've come to look at it is that life's not a restaraunt, where you can go in and order what you want the way you like it anytime you get the urge. It's a big-ass potluck dinner that goes on 24/7. Sometimes you may have a really strong craving for Mrs. Beverly's 3 Bean Salad. So you go to the serving table, and what's this! Mrs. Beverly didn't feel like making 3 Bean Salad salad today. She brought salmon croquettes instead. YUCK! But Mrs. Beverly's still my friend, you know, and even though I hate salmon croquettes with a passion, Mrs. Beverly's still my friend, and I'll still tell anybody that will listen that she makes the beat 3 Bean Salad in the world. And besides, when I went over to check out the croquettes, I saw that Mr. Simpson's brought some braised spare ribs. Now, I only know Mr. Simpson from his overcooked pork loin, but hey, these ribs look pretty nice. So I take a sample. Hey! Mr. simpson's got it goin' on w/the ribs! I go find him and tell him how much I like them, and I got me another friend. I just won't tell him about his sorryass overcooked pork loin. No sense it throwing out the baby with the bathwater. Besides, some people like it that way. Thins is, I've got to bring some food to the potluck myself. I usually bring either smoked brisket or bananna pudding. Some of my friends like both, some one or the other, and a few neither. Oh well. We still all eat from the same table, right? And once in a while I was tunning late and can only bring a bucket of prefab chicken from Chick-O-Bird. NOBODY digs that, but they remember the brisket and/or the bananna pudding and let it slide. They even tease me about it, but that's ok, I can feel the love and it's all good. There's not a problem in life that can't be solved by looking at it through the perspective of your stomach!

Quite the contrary, my friend.

That. my friend, is as accurate an assessment of the difference between the vibe of the two boards as I've read. The thing is, all are welcome here, I think, "cliqueish" though the atmosphere may seem to a "walk in". It's just that "we" are who we are, and won't/can't change that. But anybody who wants to "join the clique" (and willing to take it for waht it is) is more than welcome to! In other words, it's not really a clique, it's more a "world of its own". And it's also a world that loves to validate itself at regular intervals.

Better start looking for this one:

HB!

Oh yeah? Wanna bet?

Indeed. Stock up on those light bulbs and nucular reactors now!

Is there a difference between dialectics and generalalectics?

Yeah, my pupils are getting dielected as we speak...

Vy-a-duck, vy-a-no chicken? To get to the other side? There is no dark side of the chicken. It's all dark. that's against dialectics If you're against dialectics, what are you for?

Vy-a-duck, vy-a-no chicken? To get to the other side? There is no dark side of the chicken. It's all dark. THAT is a duck. Mmmmmmmmmmm...duck!

Vy-a-duck, vy-a-no chicken? To get to the other side?

Blowing up in the rear end is a hazard of all beans.