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You mean more than they already did?

NEVER!!!!

Hey, look at the New Releases on the JT site. Tell me how many are there because there's a market for "that type of thing", tell me who that market largely is, and then tell me why everybody wouldn't have been better off if it would have been allowed to just die a natural death instead of being kept alive by artificial whitelife support for all these years. The people who really have something to say will find a way to get it said, and the people who want to hear it will find a way to hear it. That goes for living humans as well as zombies.

Paris was a peak for Person!

The Pello Sisters - Feelings of Love

So, cassette only, right?

I suppose there's an argument to be made that that's exactly what has been happening.

Which daughter?

Preordered mine last week. Let us know how you like it!

Raydon Minnereli - I Need Me More Than You Do!!!

Yeah, I am "curious" to see which way he's going to take it. Or ways. Because there are options here. If it's truly "young", well good (and good luck). If it's "trying to get young people to appreciate their grandparents records", well..maybe Wynton is an investor looking for a write-off. But advertising? The last time I even looked in one, it was all about gear, tech, and a lot of vanity labels. Vanity labels, hey, they'll bite damn near anywhere. But gear and tech...you're right back into "the industry". Fools and their monies. Same old same old.

Sun Ra - Hendersonia A delightful Yang to Benny Goodman's delightful Yin.

Yeah, Blackness is an experience, and definitely not a monolithic one. But it is not a skill set. Storytelling is a skill set, and writing is yet another skill set. And neither of the are the skill sets of business. But back to being butthurt... I don't see anywhere that JT was going to stop using white writers or writing about white musicians. Reread whatever Larry posted of Chinen's email, and note that Larry had the good sense to ask if this was a loaded question - and it was indeed a question, nothing more. Not just a loaded one, but, it seems to be, one designed to trigger. Shades of Leonard Feather. Nate Chinen never meant shit to me. Just sayin'.

https://www.texasmonthly.com/arts-entertainment/mack-mccormick-quest-to-find-real-robert-johnson/ Not that I was going to read it anyway (because at this point I don't/can't care anymore), but this article is a fascinating look at the author and how some mythologies are created, not always benevolently. It might be telling that McCormick named his by all accounts staggering archive "The Monster"

It's Blakey, so even if it's a Messengers cover band, that's ok. And this is an above average Messengers cover band!

LOL @ people who say they haven't read it forever and NOW will never read it again. Like that is relevant to the new owner's decisions. Like you would have come back... why? When? Like if they stopped sucking (it would take more than Mark Stryker to fix that)? What would that look like? You claim that the magazine is irrelevant to you but get butthurt about you now being perceived to be irrelevant to THEM? #ironydeficiency #bubblesburstingagain

I am stunned as well. He was indeed quite old, but seemed to retain vigor and vitality up until what I saw of the end.

or... only one of the most sexy ballad albums ever.

Brad McCuen was doing some stealth work for RCA. Doesn't seem like his bag, though. But he did do Bill Dixon and was doing Gary Burton (including A Genuine Tong Funeral) so... RCA had plenty of money. Think about it.

This. Now here's hoping that the new JT finds good writers, finds an audience, and finds advertisers to sustain the business . Easy enough, right?

You're too new to count!

Poo Poo Lactatia - Here Comes Poo Poo!!!

Yawn. Royal may or may not be right. But in no way is he wrong. Jazz Times has been shit for a few decades now. It may or may not continue to be shit, but at least it promises to be a different odor of shit. Mind you, I am no fan of shit. But the era of segregated toilets is long past. Let us all shit our shit as we shit it. Oh yeah, Chinen's beginning at JT coincided, probably coincidentally, with the publication's inexorable decline into worthlessness. He was heralded as a new voice, a new direction in the voice of jazz criticism. Well, he was.

Might be my favorite EHE album. It and the Moers and the Leo.

There was the Jazztet Mosaic, which was more than just Jazztet sides. Remember that one?