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No, just always interested when his name pops up. Not at all a "familiar" name in the history books. He came back off the road (after Maynard, I think?) and lived out his life in Houston, only sometimes being seen there. And I had just listened to him on a locally recorded Arnette Cobb record, literally a day before seeing the reference here. The guy played with Tadd Dameron for crying out loud, he was more than just a name!!!!

Must be 18+ to order?

Obviously!

Jimmy Ford?!?!?!

Uh...

Do it!

I am critical the culture at large, jazz and otherwise. It is not healthy, it is not aware, it is not anything except obsessed with one form or another of participation trophies, including those that are self-created.

Yeah, that's it!

I think the first live one on Elektra/ Musician was exquisite. But next one was not Also, those last Muse records, good as they are on their own terms, were a little depressing. Just "soloist with rhythm section" records, and Woody looked more dissipated on every cover. Details that came out posthumously confirmed why all this was happening, but even in real time, one could sense that things weren't what they had been just a few years ago.

Nope.

It already isn't.

Not much...but privileged stiffass middle school kids are being taught that this is their music. Like everything else is theirs. Stay in school, stay off the street, and play your jazz.

That's not what I meant.

The new narrative will be that it's everybody's music now!!!

Little Miss Cott Little Sister Big Mama Thornton

Maybe

Photo, yes. Design, not so much?

I think I'd keep a dog that bit Joan Crawford!

But that Don Schlitten cover ain't no delight either...

That dog looks like it could wag!

Tripping Daisies Daisy May Scragg Pansy Hunks

And so is ego...

My hunch is that it was fill-in work, not permanent band membership. Did Byrd have a working band before the group with Pepper Adams? But you never know!

Another thing about those trees (the ones that I knew about any way), was that there was a code of honor, like you had to "agree" that if ANYTHING you got from them came out legitimately, you were honor bound to buy it. Another code was that you were not to share anything with anybody who didn't clearly understand and agree to the code. Now how much that was adhered to after some point...maybe not so much, because shit ended up on dime and finally, for sale by all these "collector" labels. Say what you will about labels like Moon (or in the LP era, a personal favorite, Alamac), they were filling a vacuum in the market. These days...what vacuum? I will take your word on that one...I avoid anything associated with them like the plague. and it's not like I don't know what I'm missing...I do, and that's why I'm making it a point to miss it!

The tree basically called on all collectors and they collated the results. I don't know of any of it that wasn't already a known quantity back in the days of cassettes and goodwill. A lot of this stuff, including most of the 60s tour with Trane, has been "available" for a while, long before the internet. I say "available" because once upon a time, you had to cultivate relationships with individuals just to get a foot in the door of maybe asking somebody for something...and hardcore people would demand material in return. Beginners not allowed. Dime and stuff like that killed most (but not all!) of that, and maybe not for the better, but shit like Paris 60 with trane...before it was made official (or even semi-official, like the Trema) ..not everybody appreciates that, ok? To them, it's just another gig. And it's not just another gig. For too long material like this has been cheapened just like any other common whore, there it is, pay your bit of random pocket money, use it and then move on. Or even worse, here it is, take all you want and then come get some more. Something like that (and others like it) deserve more than that. If people don't love it, they shouldn't come after it, and they for damn sure shouldn't have it as part of some random act of gluttony. If that's "elitist" or something, so be it. I stand firm on it.