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Like No Maps On My Taps, it's a movie ostensibly about dance that is ultimately about something far more than just that. The line about the distortion of the hands with each generation...yes. Not just hands and not just dance. Recommended to any and all jazz lovers who have noticed the ongoing distortion of the hands.

Some people like that kind of thing.

No, it's already there, no action on your part required.

Not liking Bregman as well. Love Riddle with everybody. He does a lot of easy-expectations things, but he's got a zone that set him apart from anybody except, maybe, Robert Farnon at his most outre. Like this: I mean, WHO DOES THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

Not just talked about, but performed...especially by instrumentalists who don't really pay attention to lyrics and or use of same to reach people who used to be dancing to them for some form or another of satisfactions.

Pops Poopadeaux - The Second Return of Pops Poopadeaux!!! The ageless wonder returns.

I guess those people read the liner notes instead of listening to the record. Oh wait, yeah, the first CD issue of it was jacked up, not at all the original record except in partial part. THAT version should be panned, just because. But the OG record itself, I will go to the mat for THAT one.

Gomez Morticia Uncle Fester

Who gives this a bad rap? I've always loved that record and it was also a hit!

Diaphanous duets with Alan Broadbent

I think it might be a wonderful thing, all the pointillistic pinging. I can see there being an awesome time out of that. Wat Dickerson, that is, not you.

Ram Das Buck Ram Shirley Horn

If you're expecting to be surprised, how can you be surprised?

It's like Sonny Payne only different. Totally different. But only once you know that it's not New Jack Basie, ok? Think on it!

On acid?

Wait, is New Jack and New Jack Swing the same thing? Starting to think it's not? What I'm think of is from Bobby Brown etc. back in the day. I LOVE that stuff. If this is something else, please excuse an old guy.

I liked New Jack actually. But I had the advantage of paying in a band or two that knew how to cover the tunes effectively in a club setting. Let's just say that the drummers who could do it right had...well-developed biceps. And they knew how to tune their kits. It was a very physical music meant to make the body move in infinite but unambiguous ways. I liked the results when done with that in mind on all sides.

I was 14 in 1969, and the field was already narrowing for me. Kids my age were all up into the Grand Funk Railroad crap and anything else that was loud, simple, and (often) stupid. So Fall of 1970 (after a summer of Zappa) , I got introduced to a rather narrow range of jazz. Even though it was a narrow range, it was infinitely more interesting (in many ways) than the stuff everybody was getting in to. So I flipped the switch more or less right away. There were some interesting rock/pop things still, but mostly R&B and some other stuff that had jazz inflections and or implications. That switch flipped pretty hard. I got so alienated from the rock/pop musics that from 1972-1973, the only radio I listened to was this FM "Easy Listening" station, because they played a lot of records of standards, multiple versions in multiple styles, and as my jazz awareness grew, so did my awareness of standards. so...that worked. And once in a while they would play some unobtrusive jazz. That was where I heard Lenny Breau! "King of the Road"!

That back liner suggests that all the tunes are Bagby's.. Upper right of the back cover.

All I ever hears is "Classic Rock" interest in which I have less than none. Country radio can be interesting for however long it is before the formulas sink become apparent, which for me is usually halfway through the first song. But they are incorporating some basic elements of hip-hop beat making in some of the stuff. But once the WTF? reaction fades, it's still the same old same old. I can have fun with Tejano radio, probably because I understand only a few of the words. And even there...formulas are formulas. Really though - why stop at music? Pop culture in general is besotted with a creepily necrophilic narcissism.

J.S.W. = John S. Wilson?

Is it just hip-hop? Spent any time on any of the various Country stations lately? Or whatever Rock radio there is? I'll not blame the product, the product is just giving the people what they want.

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