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THIS ONE, if you're into it. Doesn't have the instrumental albums or THE GENIUS OF... album, but it's got all the R&B sides, which were hugely influential on both Art Blakey & Horace Silver. A lot more "jazzier" than any other such music of its era, and marvellously packaged and documented.

Recently rescued from rarity by Hyena, readily available at a good price on-(and most likely off-)line, challenging enough in spots to be of at least some interest to those with more "outre" tastes, familiar enough to appeal to those with more "conservative" tastes, cause for a JACK WILSON ALERT, a great cross-section of all the things EH was into, all of it live, all of it entertaining (in the best possible sense), some of it outright funnier than hell, and all of it as good as it gets from this guy. A great introduction to a player some of you might know only by reputation, if at all, and an essential item for those already into him. My "first call" EH disc, actually, all things considered. Closest thing to "controversial" might be the first cut, which might come off as "draggy" to some ears (I'd agree, but find other, more redeeming qualities that overcome that). Other than that, should be fun for everybody. And it's only one disc! Enjoy folks, this is good stuff. (and thanks to EKE for the nod!)

Lombardi practiced and preached the macho (as it pertained to sports) ethic in a very visible manner when that ethic was at its apex (not for nuthin' was he a hero of Nixon, not that that has any relevance here). That, his record (how many championships in the '60s?), and the love-him-in-spite-of-it-all attitude of his former players are the recipie for a legend, I'd think.

Your jeans are never tighter than when you first put them on. They'll often come to fit better, but never tighter. Customer assistance on aisle 6!

That's one Texan telling a tall tale on another one. Rather's a Texan before he's anyting else, trust me.

Is there money to be made from this, or are these folks just incredibly altruistic?

A lot of the indecision I hear in those early Trane sides seems to me to be a matter of the proverbial reach exceeding the grasp. I think he had the things needed to play a "safe" solo under his fingers, but that's not what he wanted - he was hearing something else, and the conflict between what he wanted to play and what he knew he could play resulted in that little bit of hesitancy some of us sense. Although, consummate professional that he was, knowing that the tape was rolling and that he had a job to do, he didn't let it get to him to the point of outright folding. If he did, the tapes don't survive, not that I'm aware of. Chalk it up to, in my opinion, the haze of the junk combined with the natural response to still-abstract musical ideas by somebody who couldn't fully get a handle on them. Both would obviously be resolved soon enough.

Nothing like cracking the shrinkwrap on a new CD or LP. Whoops, wrong thread. Sorry!

But how does it work? Do they keep all the URLs you enter on a server? Isn't that kind of, I don't know... creepy? Maybe not. I guess everything's someplace.

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Stupid, yes, but a reasonably priced, saucy little stupidity with an innocently impudent bouquet redolent of yesterday's tomorrow, and a finish that begs to be lovingly punished wiht liquid leather in the winter, powdered glass in the summer. Perfect for those after-dinner chuckles or pre-coital jitters. And, best of all, NOT AVAILABLE IN STORES!

http://www.36crazyfists.com/forum/topic.as...Random+Bullshit I mean, does all this really work?

No, you didn't. Somebody 'splain this to me, please.

If this was real, wouldn't it be covered by prostitution laws?

Soooo...if this Organisimo "get together" materialises, smokers will not be welcome? Not that I could have made it anyway, I can't, but I was at least WANTING to...

Don't feel bad, Dan, I gave Dusty Groove (the bastards!) 20 bucks for Yusef's THE GOLDEN FLUTE Lp las month, and now, look out momma, here comes baby. C'est la freakin' vie, wie? OTOH, look at it like this - the longer you have something before it gets reissued, the longer you have to enjoy it before everybody else gets it. Elitism at its finest!

No Hooker collection is complete, though, w/o "I'm Bad Like Jesse James", recorded @ Cafe Au GoGo. Ain't nothin' like it.

Thanks, but no thanks. If I do it on purpose, then it becomes "professional", and a "professional writer" is something I have neither the talent for or the aspiration towards becoming. Get it here, while it happens. That's as real as I can keep it. OTOH, I read where liner notes are going for $350 on up, so hey, no sense being a purist about it, eh?

Truthfully, Patricia, I'm one to usually keep my more rancid stories to myself. "On line" friendships, no matter how real, are still devoid of the truly personal connection I need to let the dirt out of the cat's bag, the cat out of the dirtbag, or whatever gets you through the night, so to speak. As a rule. I only let a few examples out to illustrate why some might find such a forum entertaining and/or therapeutic (never underestimate the therapeutic angle...). Although I do have stories to tell, on-line is not the place I would feel comfortabale telling a lot of them, regardless of who/what the company was. My input in this matter has been (mostly) theoretical. I like the board as it is, actually. If a "men's club" forum opens up, cool. But if not, that's cool, too. It's all good. It seems to be a software/programming issue more than anything else, frankly.

A Cadence interview a few years back with, I think, Odean Pope (or some other Philly stalwart, the identity of the individual fails me now) made reference to Hassaan being a rather high-strung individual in terms of temperment, and allusions were also made to substance use (which is not to be confused w/abuse, btw). So the guy doesn't sound like they type to come into the NYC scene from the outside, set up shop, and go about thriving, if you know what I mean. But Pope (or whoever) kind of gave the impression that there are private tapes of local sessions in Philly still exisiting. So... I'd love to have been able to have heard this album in its time (released March, 1965). To today's ears, it might sound a little "no big dealish", but in 1965, I'd think the impact might have been more "in your face-ish". No matter - I myself hear a crackle, an immediacy of energy and purpose here that is about as vivid as I could imagaine, and that, more than any "stylistic" considerations is what continues to draw me to this album.

Patricia, please. My sincere admiration of your verbal and intellectual skills is a matter of record. I would exclude you from nothing, except perhaps tales of anonymous blow jobs and other similar tales of brainless male lustfulness in full throtle, not because you couldn't or wouldn't handle it, but because most guys have sides to them that they'd rather not share with people for whom they have a lot of respect, especially women-type peoples for reasons that once-upon-a-time needed no explanation. But in these days and nights of people wanting the milk but moaning and groaning when the cow shits in the pasture.... Yes, there are certain women that we would prefer not be privvy to our most phallocentric tendencies, out of respect and, yes, admiration. The exception is if we marry or otherwise become seriously involved with them. In which case, they'll find out soon enough... Besides, some stories, like The Tale Of The Menthol Moon, involving a 35 hour road trip (including an 8 hours of 3-way negotiations involving a Kansas jail & a Texaco station), two exhibitionist musicians, a pack of Carlton 120s , and the open highways of the heartlands of Nebraska, appeal to a VERY specialized audience. Kind of like certain Bird bootlegs. What you must realize is that boys will be boys. The best of us will be men when the time comes (and sometimes do it even when the time doesn't come, just becasue it's right), but we are much more likely to do so without any compunction whatsoever if we can retain our boyhood intact and without any guilt other than that which is self-imposed (which occurs far more often than we let on, btw). Those men who insist on remaining boys under any and all circumstances are the ones that smart women sniff out anyway, and the smartest women avoid them altogether. Take that as you see fit... Personally, I don't care one way or the other how this "clubhouse" affair resolves itself. But if you are attributing the desire for such a forum solely to misogynistic and/or misanthropic tendencies, I am saying that you are perhaps missing all the nuances involved. Even an exhibitionist needs privacy once in a while. Yours truly, Dudley Dooright

If we went to the secret forum, I could tell the story of how, back in 1981, I got an anoymous blow job through a barely open hotel door in Baton Rouge, La. while I was standing out in the hall. The state legislature was in session, so nobody thought anything of it as they passed by. They all thought I was a politician, I guess. As things are now, I can't tell that story. That, I think, is DEEP's point. Some things you just don't want everybody to know.

All the cool kids smoke.

From that to this (with a helluva ride in between) 1976: 1979: Over. And out.

Yeah, I remember Patrice on that cut. Nice, to say the least. You talk about the differences in the versions of "Thank you", and you're right, but I think this is the song that marked the personal turning point for Sly. The original was released as a single between STAND & RIOT, b/w "Hot Fun..." (which in and of itself is a pretty wack cut, what with Sly for the first time sounding REALLY loaded in his vocal, even if everybody else sounds like they always did), and it's the first musical hint of the deeper funk to come. But the LYRICS! Lookin' at the devil, grinnin' at his gun Fingers start shakin', I begin to run Bullets start chasin', I begin to stop We begin to wrestle I was on the top Want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin I wanna thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Stiff all in the collar, fluffy in the face Chit chat chatter tryin’, Stuffy in the place Thank you for the party, But I could never stay Many thangs is on my mind, words in the way I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Dance to the music All nite long Everyday people Sing a simple song Mama's so happy Mama start to cry Papa still singin' You can make it if you try I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Flamin' eyes of peoples fear, burnin' into you Many men are missin' much, hatin' what they do Youth and truth are makin' love Dig it for a starter Dyin' young is hard to take Sellin' out is harder I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin Well....ok. Some pretty dark stuff in there, highlighted on the original by the processed voices on the last verse. But still, the RECORD was radio-ready, and of course it was a HUGE, two-sided hit. I don't know that too many people were hearing the lyrics, they were still dancing to the music. But by the time it got remade on RIOT, the sun had set, and we were well into the night, with the ONLY hope of salvation coming in Rose's gospel-laced singing of the title phrase. Dig how more than once, the way she sings the word "lettinme" sounds EXACTLY like Mavis Staples on those Staples Singers Vee Jay sides. Even, perhaps ESPECIALLY, when going down for the count, Sly was able to pull out a sound that no doubt took him back to his childhood, his roots. This was not a case of a genius being too fucked up to function (yet), this was, as I said earlier, a fully articulate suicide note of sorts, written years before it would actually be needed. The cat WAS positive. What happened to him, besides all the drugs, is a matter that NEEDS to be answered for some of us. At least it does for me. His self-destruction seems to have been as intentional as it was tragic (FRESH does indeed have its moments, but other than "In Time" & the maximally wack "Que Serra...", there's an air of anti-climax to it, I think, and it REALLY goes downhill after that, the occasional ultra-funky jam like "Loose Booty" not withstanding. Funky? Yes. But SLY? No.), and I want to know what happened. Everybody loses their innocence, and everybody comes to the realization that compromise is inevitable. Lots of people get really dark about all that, too. Lots of people do lots of things. But to the extent that Sly did? GOT to be an explanation, GOTS to be a reason. I want to know. I NEED to know.