JSngry

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and nobody cares. Some people keep trying to take people like Miles "back" into "reality", and ooops, too late. They made sure that there's no "reality" there, just mythology based on some reality. Microdata vs Macromeaning. If it affects what you hear in/out of the music one way or another (and it does), you're living in your own mythology (and we all are). I think this speaks for itself: That's the other black Quincy that pisses off white people!

Your dad was no doubt hipper than my dad, but your dad never put food on my table, so,,,

...and he displayed his poll plaques because he liked good wood... To tell a good story that people want to hear. It's not complicated, really. I think you've covered all the bases, what else is there? Seriously, if you're going to live in a world of myths created by other people, why the hell not make your own for yourself? In the end, play the records, they're all historical now, and they straighten themselves out (in accordance to whatever mythology one brings to them, of course).

What I can tell you is that when I lived in Albuquerque (1982-1984), there was an old dance band leader named Dave Willis who told the story about Gerry Mulligan and his "crazy girlfriend" passing through town and sitting in in some local dives. When I suggested Judy Holliday as the "crazy girlfriend", Dave was like no no no, this was long before that...and couldn't remember her name. Pretty sure that would have been Gayle Madden, then. There's another story somewhere about the two of them sitting in with a C&W/Western Swing band in Albuquerque. The mind reels at the possibilities, all of them.

I think the slacks are cut looser around the calves than they are today. The shirt, though, is timeless. Can't tell you how many different shirts I've bought that don't look like that because they reminded me of it.

I think Troupe gave Miles the book he was looking for.

I think it's a fine read, just not sure how factually/minutia accurate it is. Don't really care though, since Miles had long before exhibited a desire to create an "image" that had no more than partial bearing to the reality of his person. Why would he want to do that? Hell, why does anybody? So, "image" in life becomes "myth" post-life. It's naïve to expect it to be otherwise...what did that guy say, if god didn't exist we'd have to invent him?

Somebody refresh my memory - did Miles himself have anything derogatory to say about Troupe's work after it was published?

What would take their place, if there was ever to be that?

...separating fact from myth is challenging... yeah, I'm kinda like, at this point why bother trying?

I'm wondering what the relative weight of the argument's going to be if/when this actually hits the court, financial or moral? Are there actual clauses in the contracts stating a moral obligation to preserve the cultures? Or to adequately preserve source materials into perpetuity? And what kind of future financial losses are going to be claimed? Given how most people today don't really buy music, and what they do buy, they don't really care too much about amazing sonics (and how it's not yet been determined how much music was totally lost among artists that still sell anything), it will be interesting to see how the plaintiff's try to monetize a moral outrage ( I guess...) into a $100,000,000.00 financial claim. Now's the time to do it, if it's going to get done at all.

wildly fractal trajectories! My dad was a big Ames Brothers fan for some reason...I think it was the bass voice always going babuhbubbuhbuh, seems that got his ear. He had this one record where they sang songs of other famous quartets or something like that. I still have it for sentimental reasons. That one was Hugo Winterhalter, and it memory serves (and it's gonna have to), there was not the perverse sense of Bill Finnegan mocking the Ames Brothers for being the Ames Brothers and RCA for paying him for these charts that's on this one. Yeah, here that one is:

I actually DID find this one: The arrangements are totally inappropriate for the Ames Brothers, which makes for some gloriously WFT?!?!?!?! moments.

an intense, endless seduction totally lacking in the ability to consummate.

b/w

They got eat up by grasshoppers. Cannonball:

This is a really good record. I'm going to start looking for the Dover label.