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I could never compete with Gerry Goffin & Carole King: Hey, girl, I want you to know I'm gonna miss you so much if you go And hey, girl, I tell you no lie Something deep inside of me's going to die If you say "So long" If this is "Goodbye" Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, girl, this can't be true How am I supposed to exist without you? Hey, girl, now don't put me on What's gonna happen to me when you're gone? How will I live How can I go on? How can I go on? Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, girl, now sit yourself down I'm not ashamed to get down on the ground And beg (bye bye baby), beg you to stay Don't go away Hey, girl No, I beg ya, please don't go away Hey, girl No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Don't, don't go away

It finally got here!

Do you know how weird this thread reads coming to it for the first time after the title's been changed?

This label bothers me as much as the "Do Not Remove Under Penalty Of Law" tags on mattresses. Just another meaningless matter that I have to ignore, when I could be spending my time ignoring meaningful matters. It's a wonder our society doesn't have a collective breakdown!

If I had to pick one, and only one, it would be "Una May Bonita". Thank god I don't have to! Quartet Out regularly plays "Street Woman", and that one I've gone from just liking it a lot to real, really feeling. "Ramblin'" is damn near impossible to dislike, I think, as are all of his other blues "variants" over the years. Hell, I love'em all!

There was a Moody date (w/McIntosh ) on Scepter that KILLS.

"Dud" is too harsh "Public practice session" is more accurate. One star is probably based on disappointment that it's not a recording of solo rendidions of tunes and such, something that would be an albums' worth of the brilliant cadenzas and introductions that Sonny has turned out over the years. That might have even been what the concert's promoters had in mind. But for whatever reasons, Sonny decided to show up and practice, and Milestone decided to release it. Interesting and revealing, yes, but perhaps only to musicians and the hardest of the hardcore Rollins fans. As a member of both camps, I enjoy listening to it occasionally for insight into "working" techniques, as a "clinic" of sorts. It does provide insight (and a fair amount of it) into how Rollins' "musical mind" works, but not in an "intended for public consumption" format. Like I said, if you're a musician or a full-throtle Rollins geek, you will enjoy it on those terms. Everybody else should probably look elsewhere for their Oscar Peller Rollins thrills.

I'm lissena THE I LUH LUKEY STORAH by Deddi Arnizzle and his OinkESTbra. 1954 issue on the Bubbalewd label. 16 2/3 RPM yellow and green vinyl that starts in the middle of the disc, plays to the end, goes around to the other side, and starts over from the beginning w/o missing a beat. Amazing! To top things off, there's a Red Robin-esque mirror thing you put on the spindle that plays a "movie" of Lukey $ Deddi slow-draggin' on unfiltered Kools. The planning it took to pull this off at 16 2/3 RPM is pretty mind bogglin', but everybody was smarter back then. Foumd this puppy still sealed at a rummage sale at an AME chuch in a Lithuanian neighborhood in Bosier Cith, Louisiana last week. I figure it came from the Stan Lewis collection. Paid all of 18 5/16 cents for it (Louisiana sales tax is funny - for records, you're taxed by the RPM). Love the vinyl!

Oh, but Jackie's from New York.

I think that might actually be we will feature John Coltrane and the quartet , and that they're referring to a multi-artist lineup - Monk's band, Tran'es band, and some kind of Benny Carter group all appearing over the course of a night. Birfland often had multiple bands booked like that. I've seen photos of the signs out front, and the lineups amount to what today would pass for a jazz festival!

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Beleive me when I tell you that the secret to fried chicken, fish, etc, is having a deep-fryer. It gets the oil hot enough that submersion in it gives you that really crisp exterior/really tender interior delectable dichotomy of deliciosity that pan frying is just not capable of. I got family back in the Piney woods who regularly have fish frys (every time the freezer gets full of their catches, which is about every few weeks or so, it seems), and these cats got bigass cast iron KETTLES that they fry in. No need to go there unless you want to be there, but the principle is the same - deep frying is the right way to do it.

They left off "Lover" from NIGHT HAWK, and that wasn't even a twofer!

I would, but there's nothing to defend as far as I'm concerned. It is what it is, and you like it or dislike it based on that, same as anything else. Is it "easy" music? That depends, I suppose. For me, this was the kind of stuff that first drew me into jazz. It seemed like a logical step from Hendrix into this, Ayler, etc. So, musically, I find it quite to be quite "easy". I know that I'm probably not even close to being "the norm" in this regard, but I'm not the Lone Ranger either, trust me. As for the "sound quality", hell, it's a 35+ year old homemade recording. It's going to be "like that". That bothers some people, and doesn't others. Put me in the latter camp. Actually, I find the amateurishness of the recording revealing, in that it gives a different emphasis to Rashied and Jimmy - they're a lot more "up front" than on "official" recordings, and what a lot of times is felt more than heard is here heard quite clearly. I dig that. I'd even go so far as to call it "instructive" for anybody who cared about stuff like that. Not for "beginners", sure, and definitely not for those who get off the Trane no later than, say QUARTET PLAYS. But like a buddy of mine used to say, "There it is if you like it, there it is if you don't like it." I like it.

That was a good band.

The cover art strongly suggests a repackaging of previously issued material.

http://www.westgeorgia.org/conelrad/

In the 50s, when I was a tot, they had CONELRAD, I believe it was called. You look at the AM radios from the era, and you'll usually see two spots on the dial marked with a triangle inside a circle (the shape of the "Civil Defense" logo). Those were the frequencies to turn to in case of a national emergency disaster. Yep, two preset frequencies for the entire nation! Details here: http://www.fas.org/nuke/guide/usa/c3i/conelrad.htm

Now, that sounds yummmmmmmmmy!! My grandmother skipped the saline solution and soaked the bird overnight in buttermilk. Then she did flour, Lawry's seasoning salt, and pepper and used a deep-fryer (a crucial piece of equipment if you want quality fried foods - pan-frying ain't the same, nor is it as good.) and Crisco (shotening, not oil). That was the best fried chicken in the history of the world.

I think that this comment by Hoffman is getting lost in the shuffle: If you hear me bitching about how I still like my old LPs (even the crappier pressings) for pure sound (even though I buy a buttload of CDs for their scratchlessness and portability), this is why. It's magic what Rudy (and Rudy/Alfred in particular) did, but it's analog magic, and needs to be experienced in it's "natural state" to fully and properly experience it. I'm talking the "sound" here, not the music - the music itself would sound great on a freakin' flexidisc on the back of a box of Sugar Pops. I'd probably feel the same way about 78s if I had the time, money, and space to get into that. I know a few people here have, and they seem to recommend it. The point is this -sound is not like visual, for some reason. You can digitize old movies and they look as good as new (although there might be some film purists who disagree, I don't know). But sound doesn't work that way, at least not for me. Of course, it's all a compromise (recording), and if I was of the age where LPs were expensive as hell and all full of pops and such the first time I got to hear them, I'd not feel this way. But I'm not, so I got my "wall of sound", mementos of a day gone by, as well as "replicas" for the Brave New Digital World (to say nothing of new music specifically recorded in the digital realm, which is a whole nother animal, of course). If I want convineience, I go digital. But if I want to go back in time to the relive the first time I caught a good buzz and listened to JUJU for 3-4 hours straight, I go to the wall and pull out that old LP. It's a lot more worn than the CD, but so am I.

That's it. An aural autobiography. Buddy Collette was around long before he hit w/Chico's group. He was one of the mainstays of the whole Central Avenue scene, a running buddy (no pun intended) of Mingus back then, and as such, he does have some stories to tell!

Dude, you ok?

It seems as if Mr. Fleming is upset! Oh well.

Here's one we could use:

Johnny Griffin is nuts, you know. HAS to be to play that way. I wish more people were nuts like that.