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I first heard him on this George Russel cut: geez, that was more than 45 years ago. We're both still alive, and there's no guarantee that I'll outlive him. Happy Birthday, and keep laughing!

The biggest single serving of out of nowhere WTF?????-ness I've been served in quite a while. The clash between "totally inappropriate today" PC issues at damn near ever turn and "torn from today's headlines" subject matter is just too fucking weird.

That's a bold move

The DVD with Petibon is exquisite in every way, musically, visually, you name it.

That would be cool, thanks. Only instead of a pie-chart, maybe a Venn Diagram?

uh oh... ...this band could take you out any given way on any given day.

Here it is. and here it is again:

Agreed. I got this on casette when it first cam out and looped it for weeks in the car. Very satisfying session, as well as a "is he or isn't he?" cover photo.

I've gotten enough Google alerts of this nature lately to think that Bob, like Tupac, Elvis, and, possibly, Jesus faked his death so he could take up work elsewhere. https://www.greenwichtime.com/local/article/Brookfield-eyes-3-9-percent-school-budget-proposal-13555761.php#item-85307-tbla-3

Some, yes. Go for it.

extra chocolate salty ballz!

I find that to be true of more things in life than is often uncomfortable to easily admit.

Well shit, tried again just to maybe actually buy the fucker (they saw me coming...), and THIS time: We were unable to process your order with your current payment method. So much for Amazon being the greatest city in the world, they don't even recognize the special relationship. Fuck that!

Elation, then?

Yeah, I get that. But that type of ecstasy can survive scrutiny, and might well become even more meaningful after it does. "God" means a lot of differnt thiungs to a lot of different people, and as people evolve so does "God". Just sayin'.

Now here's a guy who shoulda' quit before things wnet bad: Great "song", great record. Too bad about all that shit that happned later on.

Did you eliminate the variables to target the source of the annoyance? I mean were you naked? Were you playing to the pancakes? Were there police at the door? Did you have a bad reed? Was your daughter traumatized at an early age by a photo of Sidney Bechet rarin' back? I mean, I annoy my daughter all the time, and often I get why, but there's quite often layers and backstories to this type of thing, and I broke out the soprano in her kitchen, that's opening up a can of worms that ain't gonna be taken fishing, if you know what I'm saying.

This is a fair question, if you ask me:

Full props for Lulu, and fully stipualted that I know of her output from a series of random exposures and jsut the few US hits, but....what is going to be on 6 CDs? However, here's another Lulu that is a highly worthy purchase! https://www.amazon.co.uk/Berg-Salzburg-Festival-Euroarts-2072568/dp/B007UQ7OHY/ref=sr_1_1?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1548452870&sr=8-1&keywords=lulu+petibon This shit might fuck you up proper. I know it did me!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Milesign/dp/B002A03U28 I got as far as actual checkout, no blocking of the DL. If it's going to, it wswould be after this point.

I get the energy of a crowded bustling city, but, you know, that's what crowded cities do, they bustle. But explain to me the methodology used to equate "bustle" with "great". As for 6AM crispness, I have had similar feelings of uniqueness with 7 AM non-winter sunshine in East Texas, the sun above but not yet over the pine trees, the pigmentation of that sunlight hitting the greens of the trees and grasses and weeds just so, and then that light refracting to color the air and the shape of all things around it,. It only lasts for 15 minutes, 30 at most, but it's unlike any 7 AM sunshine I've seen anywhere else in the world. So yeah, it's special. But dammed if I want to live there, duh, right? Just saying, "greatest" anything, it's either quantifiable or it isn't. And even when quantifying, there are preferences/prejudices implicit in the search criteria. This ain't the 20th century no more, we know more about data now than we did then!

Feelings are physics too. Physics and chemistry. Let's not be dismissive of science in favor of emotion. There is no magic. There is science. Nothing happens independent of science. If the science is unknown to us at this time, well, ok. Up to and especially after some point, that's probably for the best. But if I follow your logic to it's logical conclusion, there are things that happen with no real or metaphorical "connective tissue" to the process. How can that be? How can that possibly be? There is no magic. There is only unvisible science. I don't think that being sober about diminishes the importance of the results even slightly. But I do believe that a lack of sobriety in the matter invites all sorts of corruptions, personal and systemic, that eventually result in replacement of truth with fraud. Magic? Not in this person, no. You can go with what works for you. In Braxton I (more or less) trust. Often dismissed, never rebutted. Science, not magic. Mystic, yeah, but note, that mystic is NOT magic. Ok, you're in the room with Roy Haynes. You're happy, because he is a truly great musical presence and your heart and mind is filled with love gratitude (for the work, not for the person, becuase you've never met this motherfucker in your life. You don't know what kind of a person he is, nor do you need to). That part I get. And he's looking sharp rockin' the stetson or whatever type it is. The rumors are true, Roy Haynes really DOES dress sharp. THAT part I get. But then what? You've been in the room with Roy Haynes wearing a cowboy hat and it made you happy. Is that magic? Why? For how long?

Oh, I know what he's talking about. But I don't believe in it now. I once did, but now I know that it's not magic, it's not illusion. It's the result of hard work and mental/spiritual openness. If everybody can't do it (and they can't), that doesn't make it magic. You know what you get when you believe in magic? You get endless metaphorical spam calls to get you to buy tickets to the magic show, There are a handful of times when I've felt "magic", in music or anywhere else. But that's just a first impression, and how the magician gets you to fall for the trick is to accept your first impression as the final reality. They count on you being a willing, gullible, sucker, because then they know what you'll buy and then they're happy to sell it. MAGIC! You have a good time in NYC, hey, that's not magic, that's doing the work to look at the schedules and doing the further work to get there. That it's there at all is not magic, it's business, knowing that people are looking for that. No, I don't believe in magic, of any kind. although, sitting behind Roy Haynes' cowboy hat, that, I might call that magic.