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What is the opposite of staunchly? Serious question, trying to think of what it would be and to what labels to which it could rightly be applied.

I wondered why Zappa was selling fishsticks.

I wondered why Zappa was selling fishsticks.

I wondered why Zappa was selling fish sticks.

LT covers were communiques from POWs. All the re-dos are revisionist-history feelgood fantasy. A lot of people like that and will make all kinds of excuses for liking it. That's why it comes to market, because nobody wants to be reminded of POWs, especially when it comes to jazz records. But at least it's not Applause. That shit was like prison sex slave labor. But LT, that shit is real. There are no humans on a LT cover, except on a TV screen one many times Once the POW records got released from the camp, the Blue Note Government went back on put false happy faces on them, and the kids who don't know any better prefer that, because, you know, HAPPY. Dance With Death, baby. That body was NEVER found Can you tell your babies what they mean?

I can take or leave most of that record, but Jaws must have dropped in just long enough to do the obbligatos on "Ode To Billy Joe" and AFAIC, that justifies the rest of the record, totally!

Still haven't gotten the Jimmy Grissom & Faye Adams 45s, but...no rush, if any. I'll let them find me rather than the other way around.

I went on a Nelson Prestige binge a few years ago, both as player and arranger. There's some discographical wonkiness to put it all together, but I got it done. Even if you don't want to go the OCD route on it like I did, there's riches to be had. I'd encourage a healthy curiosity in this regard! This thread kinda rambles, but I think most (all?) of the material gets covered eventually.

Is the Ra stuff on that 14 CD set that Michael Anderson put out?

Sonny Stitts only lived to be 58. I bet that most of the people on this board have outlived, or are about to outlive, Sonny Stitts. Sonny Stitts wants us all to know that we can all go fuck ourself and our longer-than-his lifes.

Digging into our new Paramount+ plan by revisiting Daria, which holds up WAY better than I expected it to. I'm actually committed! Also in there, Detroiters, which is quirky in a good way, and a lot more stuff that I'll get to after what's alreadt going on.

52-65...only 13 games under .500. https://www.lonestarball.com/2021/8/12/22622552/texas-rangers-end-road-trip-with-familiar-loss-to-seattle-mariners it could be worst, at least we're not the orioles yet. Lotta baseball left to play, though!

I loves you, Dali.

Somebody should have recorded that

YES! I am always glad to ask a numbers MATH guy if the answer involves numbers...too many asstalkers who guestimate with not even half an idea.

He knew the math, playing changes is very much about learning the math. But not everybody who knows the math, even really well, is a "mathematician", at least not in my mind. That would be somebody like Warne, who actively engaged the math in a way that he didn't just know the math, he played with it as part of his process. Stitt's process, it strikes me, anyway, was all about, ok, I've done the work, I got the skills. Now let me be comfortable with that, unless somebody tries to fuck with me, in which case, I will still be comfortable by fucking that guy up. That "Eternal Triangle" thing with Rollins, that's two warriors going at it, and if Stitt only slightly shows a hint of fatigue at the end of the battle, it's not like Rollins didn't leave some blood on the floor either. It's just that...Sonny Rollins, right? I love all these guys, please don't think otherwise. But I love them because they are all themselves, none are alike, musically or temperamentally. That was a different time, maybe. People actually want "niceness" today. Me, not such a fan, unless it's from somebody like Buddy Collette, who really DID believe in A Nice Day. Love him too. Just saying, life has/had range. not just music, life.

On the DJ Lounge record, there's one cut where Stitt & Board are trading fours, and Board plays one thing with just a little extra edge, just a little, and Stitt plays back at him, like, are you SURE about that? and then it's, like, Board got it and went back in the house and it was back to everybody making nice again, which is just fine, because it was...nice! This is a different world today...the old guys all had fangs to bare when/if needed. Don't let the niceness fool you, especially on the bandstand, especially if they think you're there to prove something. Because oh yeah, go ahead, prove it, but be ready to REALLY prove it, because this shit gets deep. ok? There's that old saying, don't mistake my kindness for weakness.

Like Jordan, this was the way he lived. Not just played, lived. Unfortunately, Sonny Stitt never got a shoe deal or a Hanes gig. So maybe it took a little less to get him to bear his fangs.

There's comfort in symmetry, in knowing how the notes fit together. Stitt could play in any key and at any tempo (he's a piece of my local lore around this...), but he'd play the same basic (albeit virtuosic) vocabulary no matter what. That's comfort. It's not a bad thing, not at all. Knowing that your thing will always be there, always. ALWAYS. Couple that with the killer instinct - maybe it's a lost concept these days, but I've seen glimpses of it, although not in this century - these guys who roamed about working as singles and what not...that shit WAS cutthroat, because if you let yourself get bettered too many times, word gets around, and your gigs - local gigs, remember, these were very much "circuit" gigs (I don't think Stitt had an agent, did he?), your gigs either dry up or your price goes down, or something else happens to your livelihood, your very survival. This is not play, this is literally your life depending on being able to deal, to throw down, to do battle in such a way that if you don't outright win, you fight to an honorable draw. Oh, no gigs for a few months, ok, guess I'll....NO. There is no Plan B. Maybe laying up with your lady wherever, but that gets old in a big hurry. This is some real shit...or was. People today got teaching gigs and whatnot, they have a totally different concept of "comfort". For Stitt, "comfort" meant knowing that you had all your weapons ready to do whatever was called for. If playing nice was called for, hey, got that. If some fool wants to get puffy, got that too. And if a fellow gunslinger comes in, got that too. Totally different type of comfort than getting a grant and/or a teaching gig and/or session work. Totally different comfort, totally different life.

Helen Ticknor Dr. Tichenor Cajun Pete

How much is postage for a ton?

I'd think that if the block you use to get USB power to charge your phone gets the job done quick enough that it would be adequate for running the odd external session, right? We've got a variety over the house, and I know which ones to avoid if I'm in a hurry. But that might be one reason to lean towards a corded unit, a theoretically more consistent "shortest distance between two points" current. Soon enough, I'm sure, there will be solar cells on these things, if we live long enough.

That doesn't seem like a particularly sad song to me...homegirl just wants to party down when everybody else is, that's not sad, that's just reality. People who don't want to party over the holidays can do their Grinch stuff, that's cool to. But if you WANT to party, you want somebody to do it with, unless you got a really good stash of....something, something that you want all for yourself. I mean, I know it's Judy Garland so we're supposed to read "tragedy" into everything, but that's never worked for me.

Comfort is a very real sensibility. I'm a fan of it. Well, then, just deserts.