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Kitty Pauser - What If I Was Real?

Bill Perkins - Remembrance of Dino's (Interplay) 1986 club recordings that show Perkins considering both Wayne Shorter and to a lesser extent Dexter Gordon as possibilities for his own personal palate. This might distress some, but it strikes me as part of a very thoughtful process. Bill Perkins considering Wayne and, say, early Branford Marsalis imitating Wayne Shorter are totally different propositions.

A download is in effect a physical object. You have a file on a drive. From there, do with it what you will. It's streaming that does not present a physical object to the end user, although the generator of the stream must have the physical object, a file that lives somewhere. And let's not conflate physicality wit permanence. If I give you a drive full of files, there you go, that's a physical object, end of story. Now if that drive crashes, yeah you lose the music. But if your house catches fire and all your records burn up, you still lose that music. Drives crash, but houses also catch fire. Ounce of prevention, etc. Whoa, ok! Thank you for that! Being able to tell the difference between reality and half-ass mind-clouding propaganda is the real woke.

Tommy Ray Beer - Pop It, Don't Blow It!!!

Blue teeth give you negotiating leverage at the junk yards. Trust me on this one.

They has the blue teeth.

They were bigger deals than most of the first Prestige ones because Riverside had all but disappeared. Hard to imagine it today, but Riverside, Savoy, a lot of Verve, a good portion of Blue Note, and God knows how much prebop had vanished from general circulation in the early 1970s. Maybe more things are vanishing now, but once digital, always available in some form or fashion.

Ed Beer Jr. - Everybody Loves Me And My Neverending Head!!! Only in Texas.

Stream on your phone!!!!!!!!

I'm with your mom on that one.

Delmer Pistalk - Cold Beer at the Ball Park

6x2=12 12=1+2 1+2=3 3 (Three) = https://www.thecoolist.com/mystic/numerology/3-meaning/ So, that's a damn good record, in spite of Bobby Durham!

I pay attention to the little things, because that's where the details are. Of course...

Buddy Rich is a crucial figure in the evolution of jazz triangle!

Hearing. Phone typing sucks.

I had an uncle that had this 78 and played it for me a lot of times, just for Elmer's trombone solo.

I wish...

Last night I had a dream about heating a reel-to-reel tape of me practicing in college, found in a lake house, mini cyclones starting up on that lake, and secret recordings of Joe Biden phone calls involving picking his dad up at the airport on the other side of that tape. This is the first "playing",dream I've had in many many years.

Harry James found a way to have enough demand for his product to keep a working band together for several decades. He didn't do it by ignoring his past, but he also didn't do it by being trapped by it either. A bit of a difficult balancing act!

Dizzy fronting the Clarke-Boland band.

But he's still going to keep hitting 5his season, right? Or did I misunderstand that?

That really sucks for and about Ohtani. And apparently Trout is not ready to play after all. I don't at all feel sorry for "the Angels", but these are two "generational talents" as they say. They are good for baseball in general, and, for that matter, global society. But that Arte Moreno guy...geezlewize... And on a completely unrelated matter, gotta love them BoSox!!!!

Oops, wrong video, my bad. That drummer is identifiecd as one Tony DeNicola. Also, the second of those tenor players is Jay Corre, who went on to play in Buddy's first post-James band. a very agreeable player imo. The video with Buddy is this one. Recommended to watch the entire thing, because they cover a lot of bases before they're finished, all of it within their own zone. Stay tuned for the electric piano solo. In 1965! As far as CD recs, I would think that the two Verves listed above are probably going to be the only available issues of quality for this era. Same(ish) band, Tokyo, 1964 I would point out that the book is not a rehash of 30s-40s sounds, even when the songs themselves are (when they are). It's the type of thing that won't scare off any old listeners, and yet won't run off slightly more "modern" (relatively) ears. Plus, having a home base in Vegas meant steady employment for the players, as well as ongoing commissions for writers. The Harry James band was pretty stealth, actually.