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I like how this one is sort of a predictor of the Apple sides, especially Space, with it's "abstract" into...the theme is apparent only in retrospect.

A bookend set, yes. I'm finding that I might prefer that late 60s-early 70s Apple/Atlantic run best of all, like when John Lewis just started going full on "abstract" with the textures of him and Connie Kay, but...the Prestige sides have their charm (and irritation) was well. That's as far as I've gotten, but I'm just gonna let it all marinate for a few days. Still...Space...one of the best jazz records, period.

Realized that I'm only conversant with this group's Atlantic & Apple work, so...setting aside a little time for remedial history.

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Giving a cursory look at some of the other articles on that site...I find more than a few, uh...relatable stories. Unfortunately, we had no Mulgrew Miller level saviors, but we did have "those kind" of parents and teachers who hovered over the kids (who were trying to make their own way, a new way, a truer way), like the soul-sucking, vile purveyors of predatory cultural vampirism that they most assuredly were. No matter how hard you fight back, even if you win - perhaps especially if you win, there are scars from the battle, of having to deal with people who you should be able to love and trust unconditionally and finding that the only way to not let them suck you into their malformed human incompleteness is to cut. Cut tiues, cut assumptions, cut "unconditional", cut cut cut cut cut. You have to cut a lot to escape, And when cutting, there is blood. And then there is healing. But not without scars. The Bible teaches us to love our enemies. The easier part is loving them. The harder part is identifying them, finding them, accepting that they are not who you were expecting them to be, but there they are. And they are very most likely not going to change. So....there they are. Love thy enemy. Scars.

Inspirational story, depressing reality that we are still negotiating these separatist dynamics today. How much humans lose when they run away from each other instead of toward. When will the blues ever leave?

The record doesn't even sound good, RVG notwithstanding And Joe Farrell...licks, nothing more than licks. But there's a few good tunes, and Charlie Palmieri is always a plus. I just wonder what happened to Creed Taylor's ears (and ear) for everything to turn out so...not good on the sonics and inconsistent (at best) on the music..

Nope. Started out thinking, welllllll...maybe? But nope. With a few different people in place (not the least of whom would have been Creed Taylor at this point in his career), maybe. But nope.

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Dammit, that video is no longer available. MJQ (or as the lady says "Modern Jazz Quartet") demonstrates the two new types of busy signals, courtesy of/on behalf of Bell Telephone. I hope this got saved by somebody.

Don't know that it's ever been commercially released here on any format. My copy is off a TV broadcast somewhere. Great documentary, and the live footage shocked the hell out of me the first time it popped in.

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with Joe!

Pass the word, the chicks are back!

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HL Hunt himself was a bizarre individual...

You might have a hard time getting the/a/any really true story there...no matter what gets said about the Panthers, there's always somebody ready to jump in with a counter-narrative. Same thing with the NOI...nobody remembers Wallace Deen Mohammed today, they go straight from Elijah to Farrakhan...a lot of easy/lazy thinking and eagerness to avoid/divert though away from more nuanced engagement. And yet - it doesn't go away.

I did a shallow dive on AMG for James Carter's credits on contrabass saxophone and didn't find any record that was an obvious DOH! but I guess it's there in the world to be found somewhere...

See, that's why you gotta come from Saturn...

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Enjoying this very much again today. Harold Land, speaking the/that language in full-featured comfort and wisdom. I notice that on the last set, it's Monk Montgomery doing the band intro….does that mean that it was actually his group? Other than Land himself, he's the only constant, so were one, two, or three of his actually his gigs?

You're making it hard to not guess James Carter?