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A patty-type construction made of puffed rice, sometimes with additional flavoring, sometimes not, It's a staple of dieting, because it's filling(ish), it's got flavor (sorta), and it's mostly air. Actually, there's a brown rice version that is tasty enough to eat by itself. Those are pretty good!

I was also born in 1955! I also consider 1945-1965 as "the classic" period, but only for one type of jazz - the type that hard-touched "bebop" either right before, during, or right after. It takes about 20 years (analog phonograph years, anyway, too soon to see if the same will hold true for digital always on years), for a thought to run a fully organic life cycle (although, with the recording ban, one could argue that this classic era began a year or two before 1945, as well as that with the late-1960s inside-out Blue Note type music that it ran a few years past 1965) . Certainly not for New Orleans jazz, or Big Band jazz (several "classic eras there, in fact, imo)), or Soul/Organ Jazz, or AACM jazz (sic), or Electric/Electronic Jazz. or....you get the idea. There are many "jazz"s, and thank god for that! What was the "classic era" of fashion? Well, what kind of fashion, men's or women's? Men's? Well, ok then, what KIND of men's fashion? If it's true that the classics never go out of style, does that then mean that there's only one classic look? If so, I have no need to wear anything other than my dad's old ties (which I wear with pride, but not exclusively, and certainly not for every/any occasion). At what point do we consider "style" over the actual musics? "Styles" are very much imposed categorizations and have the notion of a "golden" or "classic" age hardwired into them (and not without good reason). But music continues to evolve, whether we evolve along with it or not. There is no one "classic era" of music, just moments in time where the people who make musics are in a more fuller sync with the people who receive them than others.

I'd like to think that as we mature and develop, we develop an ability to distinguish been feelings of personal nostalgias and objective assessments.

Yes. Simpkins provided a few of Coltrane's manuscripts, among other things. It is a very worthwhile read, although it was criticized in its time (by white, mainstream reviewers) for not being more "scholarly"). And yet, decades later, Lewis Porter praises it unreservedly. And keep in mind that at the time, there was only one "earlier" book (at most two) - those by J.C. Thomas & Bill Cole. English language books, anyway. I just lucked into it back in the day. Time, place, paperback, hey. But it was evident even then that this was not a typical "jazz biography" in either style or intent.

I started listening to "jazz" of eventually innumerable varieties in August of 1970, actually. I had no idea there was anything "wrong" with any of it until people in the 1980s started telling me that there had been. Didn't believe it then, believe it even less now.

It was Mazola. It was audio only, but it was memorable. I used it as the opening cut on one of my BFTs here, so it should still be on file at Thom Keith's site.

Nevertheless, 50,000,000 Elvis fans were wrong, so umpteen million Indians can be too!

No idea, and too varied (in may ways) a lot to do a full-label set a la BeeHive, but there is catalog there: https://www.discogs.com/label/43270-Cadence-Jazz-Records

Nothing secret about it!

Oh, this is the label that's doing those cool Don Ellis things, did not realize that.

Once through was nice enough, but also enough, period. Although, Larry Bunker, spunky like a friskymo!

Grits da' bomb. Enchiladas made with Velveeta or other processed cheesefoodstuffthings. Nachos, ok, if you gotta, I mean, ball park LCD, but enchiladas? Never.

Mayo on fries? Who the hell does THAT???? otoh, tartar sauce works. Learned that from a New Hampshire cat.

Salt on watermelons and/or other fruits is a crime against nature. Still.

It's not weight loss, just, uh.....weight maintenance. I don't lose, but I don't gain. This is not food, but it's still a sensory indulgence that seems weird to me. The hair salon I go to shows promo videos in their waiting area, and the last time I was in, they had one for their shampoo where this lady squirts a normal size dollop into her palm, and then smells it, I mean, a big deep huffywhiff. I was like WTF was THAT?!?!?! so I ask my stylist (who I've seen for about 20 years, and we share a sensibility of humor) and she says all deadpan, well, sure, shampoo is a very sensory experience, most people enjoy smelling it before using it, you should try it if you don't believe me. And the thing is - I think she was deadpanning. But not 100% certain? Always!

I've begun mixing cream cheese with crunchy peanut butter for my rice cakes. Everybody else thinks it's disgusting, but I love it.

My cover is a shiny gray instead of gold. No idea why, but who cares?

Listed as In Stock from Amazon Global Store UK: https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Quintet-Miles-Davis/dp/B07TC5PNXS

A palpable yet non-profound pleasure permeates both grooves of this 12" platter.

Accidentally?

Rob Landis, drummer? From Kansas? I knew him at NT back in the 70s and had totally lost track of him. If it's the same guy, send my regards. And oggd luck, period. On everything!