JSngry

https://www.redlightmanagement.com/artists/robert-randolph/

Have somebody get to this Robert Randolph guy, see what happens with that

Dick Nash, yeah, ok. Gil Falco might have come along a few years later, but was in the LA Kenton/Studio orb by the time of this recording. You will know him from here: Come to think of it, Billy Strange at the time of this movie was well ensconced in the Sinatra/Reprise world, right? So he would have likely used those people, even if it was to use them to call people, lol. I can certainly see whoever put it together giving instructions to "make Elvis a Mancini record", for sure. Hell, it was RCA, maybe they went straight to Mancini to get a rec for a ghostwriter.

Not Mancini specifically, but definitely not handled by Elvis' go-to crew. Curious who the contractor (and the uncredited arranger) was for that session...Billy Strange by this point could easily had hired people to hire people, if you know what I mean. Does the trombone sound like Gil Falco to you?

The triumph of an uncluttered conscience!

Coke Escovedo Sheila E e.e. cummings

I've waited longer and gotten less...

My bet, if any, would be the Anita Kerr Singers?

Oh, it's a movie song! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Live_a_Little,_Love_a_Little https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almost_in_Love_(song) Do you hear The Jordanaires on there? I don't?

I like it, it's a good record.

Well, ok.

Hans Knappertsbusch Joseph E. Knipper, MD Mark Knopfler

What label is yours on?

Goon Gardner Isaac L. Sowers The Reapers

Bigass Almonds - Thoughtfully, I Sing To Thee

Winetta Darson - I Need A Clean Towel Laura Lee taken to the next level.

I'd think that Pee Wee Russell urinated a lot, what with all the drinking. Missed opportunity, Columbia art department.

Eddie Shu Willie Shoemaker Morton Florshiem

Where's the guy who always had his back turned to the camera because he's supposed to be taking a leak?

The DJ's dancing? How about the actual dancers?

No death here.

Ok, could be. If so, when then did THAT happen? If they ever make a Captain Beeheart Movie, Goodman could get the part if he still can look like that...

Oh hell yeah. From my experience (and only mine), the best path forward is to understand yourself, painful as that process can become (and remain), and then deal with that. No illusions, no lies. And I do get the impression that that's where Grossman was at, he knew himself, and he accepted himself. I say that because of all the horror stories you hear about the guy, you never hear the stories ending with him "apologizing", making excuses, promising to do better, or anything else to get you to think that he wanted to be anything other than he was. It seems like that was his version of Sonny's "This is what I do".

Ok, armchair psychologist here - "it" came so easy to him - it being the "mastery" of existing styles - that coupled with the addiction issues...at some point he started asking himself the same questions that Liebman asked (and probably before anybody else started asking them) that a certain style of self-loathing set in. I mean, he probably knew that he could/should be doing more to move forward, but...why? And you know, I really can't, I'm a fraud (Coltrane at half-speed, remember), so fuck it, let me play like Sonny (and really if you can do that THAT well and inside it's what you love, hey...) and self-destruct, let nature take its course. Totally speculative, and Liebman would rightfully call BS on it (he does that, you know). But really...what else makes sense? The wildcard being that things don't always make sense...they just don't. All I know is that I have a soft spot for Steve Grossman that I don't have for any of those other guys, Liebman included. In my heart, not in my head. Some of those Stone Alliance albums are just SO full of pure, raw, feeling, not unlike a punk aesthetic as practiced by a certain time/place/people of a jazz bent. Infinitely more musical content, but still, just raw feeling.

for some reason, the reminds me of the joke about the birth control pill for men, you put a rock in your shoe and it makes you limp. The classics never go out of style, funny or not