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Oh hell, man, I do, and will continue to, that's a GREAT song that is maybe not played by too many "jazz players" because it's too damn hard! But Charles McPherson did it right. I don't know how "general" you want to call the "general populace" but don't you think most people know Guys and Dolls in the aggregate, and definitely "Luck Be A Lady Tonight", just from casino ads all throughout the universes know and unknown alike? And what about "What Are You Doing New Years Eve?"? I don't know how many people really know these songs any more, and don't really care. People use what they think they need. But this is a strong list of tunes included here that anybody who hears "jazz" stands a good chance of being exposed to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Loesser Also, in defense of the song's original intent (which is of course wholly removed from its current "interpretation", dig this: Baby, It's Cold Outside" from the M-G-M picture "Neptune's Daughter" (1949). This was originally a song which Loesser and his wife Lynn performed at parties for the private entertainment of friends. They also recorded the song for Mercury Records. Under contract to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer to supply a full score for Neptune's Daughter, Loesser included this song which he had created in 1944, originally for their housewarming party. So yeah, a dude wrote a song about raping his wife and she dug it because, hey, you know that's what they all want deep down. They probably ended up fucking in front of the guests. Seriously? I'm more than willing to accept the real validity of the current lens, but it's a piss-poor cultural strategy to start a discussion with right now and insist that it end right there. otoh, if you've played enough weddings, you're familiar with the "Do NOT Play List". Sure, you can piss off the client and play one or more things on it, but hey, there's plenty other songs. And the next gig will ask for ALL of the songs on that list. I still blame men for this, though. Dudes have been getting sleazier as time goes by. Now, the market attempts a corrective.

This is kinda awesome.

Dude, why do think I recommend it? You think I'm irresponsible enough to just put shit out ther4e that hasn't been user-tested first?

All sides are wrong sides, so nobody on either side needs to be getting uppity about it. The pendulum of history swings like England do, so all you ideological hotheads just take a breather on that London Fog in your closet, count to ten, huff some helium, and then go doo-wacka-doo-wacka-doo-wacka-do, ok?

And that's what I don't get - NOBODY, here or in the outside world, has used this version to make their case. the implications of that (and there are several) are astounding or something.

Ray Charles & Betty Carter boring?

You cannot be late to a party that never ends!

Never late to this party, thank you/!

Well, yes. But "king" in the real-world sense is about owning everybody and everything, and, uh, Acuff-Rose, etc.

The Byrds are in. Why not Trane?

Well, there is that. But there's also the next microtone from that, which is "if women have been getting damaged, why haven't they been speaking out" which runs smack into well, here they are, they aRE speaking out, and then you do what, tell them to SDASTFUB? Let the voices speak and be heard, let those with ears to hear hear, and let's let this shit get right, or at least more right, because humans will NEVER get anything compeltly right, that's just not how shit is wired. But personally, I kinda miss being able to flirt in an appropriate manner, not because I want to fuck every woman, but because if I find a woman do be a delightfully attractive individual (and so many of them are, ya' know, just delightful, not for sex, but just wonderfully attractive, period), I like that nice level of friendship where people can be comfortable with acknowledging the delightfulness of each other. but why don't you want to do that with another man?, you might say. Easy - men are disgusting pigs. If I wanted more of that, I'd live alone and regale myself with myself. Or live a life of modern porn. Same thing. And having said all that (and meaning it) I will also say that you can have my Ray Charles/Betty Carter record (and my god, what does it say that NOBODY uses that record as an example of creepiness - or plays it at Christmas time? WTF? White and/or Young People, WTF???) when you pry it from my cold dead turntable and CD player. And I mean that too. Useless is the brush that paints with only one stroke.

I think it's funny that some people think that evolution reaches a final conclusion and then STOPS and/or that there isn't collateral damage in the process.

Not that much swearing imo. Then again, don't use me as a baseline.

Just for grins, I took a look at Winter Kills this morning, to see how Huston's performance compared to Wind. No comparison. Winter Kills apparently has some kind of cult fandom, but it seems to me to be a potentially good idea executed by not particularly deft hands. Huston is Huston, but the setups and surroundings of both the plot and the direction give him an unfortunately low ceiling. Huston & Welles, though damn, you talk about two motherfuckers carpe-dieming, this is it. You can feel the love and the respect on both sides. And the challenge. One for the ages, imo.

Yes, I forget how endangered men are these days. These men's rights things are not happening in a vacuum. ATTENTION MUST BE PAID!!! Therefore I apologize to all men. Every last one of them, past, present, and future, noble, despicable, or basically nondescript. Sorry guys! Keep your penises safe! Now there's a complicated character. I've seen him in a buttload of Charlie Chan movies, and if you can forget about racism in America and look at the comedic contracts in the mathematical/abstract, that's often some funny shit. But of course, there was racism, still is, most likely always will be, and then the question is fairly asked if these constructs in their specific execution would have existed at all if not for racism, and there you gotta say probably not. But then you see Moreland paired with Ben Carter (and later Nipsey Russell) both in the Chan films, and that's some funny shit, period. And then, years later, you get THIS (NSFW) and you gotta think it's one of the biggest Fuck You Final Acts in the history of the world! If that band is live, add it to the list with Jimmy Lynch.

I think it's a really fatal consequence that flirting has, understandably so, become obsolete as a viable interaction. Men have collectively fucked it up by not having any respect for the dignity of themselves or of women. They don't get that "closing the deal" as the ultimate success is a poisonous attitude when it comes to interpersonal interactions. They've become killers, killers of possibilities, killers of nuance, killers of joy. Kill or be killed, my what a wonderful world this is. So here we are!

An objective, historically aware reading of that lyric would allow for it just being an indication that the drink was stronger than expected, and she didn't put it down or throw it out, but instead kept sipping and flirting. But you're right, in today's environment, there's another and quite different lens to see that through, and I say that should be respected. But here's a radical notion - why don't we have a discussion about how flirting is disappearing as a valid method of initiating a relationship, and why is that? Maybe it's the decades of free porn making men feel entitled and women feel obligated, and oh yeah, what could possible go wrong with that as it imprints itself across several generations? What could possibly go wrong? We'll not have that conversation anytime soon, will we? We're too far gone.

" "Foot Stompin'" might have been an instrumental?

Is he really 88?

There's a big lot of nudity in the "film within a film", mostly Oja Kodar, none of it fleeting or discreet. And the almost opening scene is a full bore lesbian orgy (also, presumably, filmed for the film within a film). There's is an exquisitely erotic car fuck scene. It's one of those things that if you get what it's supposed to be, the skill of the editing will blow your mind, and/but you can also laugh at the parody aspect of the whole "film", which is pretty scathing, really (showing the reels out of sequence at a drive-in, "what difference does it make?" HA! But unless your workplace consists exclusively of people who would get it, I don't know that I'd not run it past HR first for several reasons, not the least of which being that most people today have a totally different view of what to expect from a movie today than what this one delivers in damn near every aspect. I'm tempted to call them "ignorant". actually, in the old sense of just not knowing at any level. Seems like today it's either action or emo in some form or fashion, almost always with the barest level of nuance, if indeed there is any. This is not that. This is almost a violent assault of nuance and subtext and you really will want to let it flow and do what it do, there's a story being told, a deep story, but there's so many otherwise intelligent people who feel about a movie the way they think about music - they don't go there for a challenge, but to be easily entertained with the confirmation of what they think they already know. If you're worried about those type, then you have hear not only a can of worms, you have a full weekend fishing trip. And oh yeah, John Huston is a MOTHERFUCKER in this role, you best believe that! Now - have you even gotten a quote for what a private screening will cost? I can't imagine it will be cheap, especially at this time. But I could be wrong!

Nah, I think it's about making the memory hole bigger. Nothing wrong with that.

Ok, so it certainly could be a date-rape song. And yes, that is horrible and does need a shovel to the head. But, in other, more sexually mature/aware hands (or voices), it is a wonderfully coy comment on mutually agreeable seduction and the games that get played on the way to "yes" - a mutually agreeable yes. Well, maybe just a cigarette more...

Watched both Wind and the (longer) doc last night, film before doc. The film is epic, fascinating in every regard. The doc was enjoyable enough, but other than some interesting back story, like the whole Rich Little thing, and the Bogdonavich as Jerry Lewis footage, didn't really add anything to what I had already processed while watching the film. The stories about the tortuous shooting schedules and such...nice to know, but all the different film stocks flashing back and forth over individual scenes indicates at least the possibility of that. But the cumulative impact is greater than any "mother of invention" root cause. I men, it works, period. And for all I know, it was an idea already present in Welles' rough edits to begin with. Whatever. It works, period. The one thing that stood out to me about the film that I've yet to see addressed is the score, which is nothing sort of spectacular, not the actual music itself (although much of it is fine, including as it does Jaki Byard and Buddy Rich(!!!!) as well as Legrand's own work) but how it really holds the film's narrative(s) together. Trying to imagine this crazy night/party w/out these musics playing almost continuously in the background...I didn't look at the credits hard enough to figure out exactly who was ultimately responsible for getting all this done, but surely there should be an Oscar for whatever category this is. I've yet to look at the shorter doc, and am not sure where to find it? But even if this finished product is in some major way a posthumous "reconstruction" rather than a finished product by Welles himself, it is, imo, a very major work. And without Welles' original work, there would not be this to reconstruct. First movie I've seen in a looooong time that left me feeling,,,adrenalized about film as possibility. Orson Welles, ftw.

Anything else is uncivilized.

It's the ongoing battle for control of the oxygen that has been being fought (and too often won) by white boomers for at least 60 years now. I mean, I've been guilty as well, but let's not kid ourselves about how all this has played out. Name it, claim it, and then eat it.