Dan Gould

A black shirt in the Texas sun?????

I think bootlegs are properly understood to be commercial releases of material the issuer has no legal right to issue. This could be stretched to include burns of in print music. But if you trade private recordings with no cash being exchanged, there's no "bootlegging" going on. Its also difficult to call CDRs of never-reissued LPs "bootlegs" provided that no cash exchanges hands and it is understood that a legitimate release, should one appear, should be purchased. That being said, I have some Trip LPs that appear to be of dubious legality, also on the "Magnetic" label is a Kenny Dorham appearance at the Halfnote in 1966. The recording is obviously taken from a radio broadcast and I seriously doubt that the company had any legal right to put out the tapes. On the other hand, since it was purchased used, I did not directly support the company.

I'm with Lon. Can't imagine a dry spell ever happening.

Do I understand that the company does orders on a demand-basis? Then can we just submit each of these designs and let people order? I'd probably go for two!

You take offense at the thread. You urge me to get a clue. I say kiss off.

Before I forget, thanks, Brownie, for answering my question towards the top of this thread.

This is for you, Nessa: More Blakey: Cubop Are You Real (Moon, nice to hear Morgan with Gilmore-I assume he's unedited on this one) the Verve Elite Blakey Drums Ablaze Hooray for Art Blakey Jazz Messengers with Monk (go ahead and shoot me, but this is not my favorite, not by a long shot. There's better Monk, and better Messengers. Just doesn't do much for me) Various private recordings Selections from Golden Boy The Legacy of Art Blakey (Telearc CD, led by Benny Golson) Message, the Art of Blakey Terence Blanchard: Romantic Defiance Terence Blanchard Malcolm X Jazz Suite Simply Stated George Bohannon: Boss Bossa Nova (Workshop Jazz) Bess Bonnier: Theme for the Tall One (Argo) Walter Booker: Bookie's Cookbook Pat Bowie: Feelin' Good Bob Brookmeyer: Jazz is a Kick Kansas City Revisited Don Braden: Wish List 179

I didn't know that, I know my better half would probably not enjoy hearing the word ! Maybe someone should try it out and let the rest of us know how it works out! Good Luck! Hoffman's statement is in the present tense, so the defense that she is aware of the long history of the word is a smokescreen. There's not a woman alive today who would accept that word as a term of endearment. At least, no self-respecting woman.

Well, that blows away my practical joke! Thanks for sharing.

I think its a single Forum, even if it is divided by subject.

Better with Jazz horizontal, for what its worth ...

Brownie, ESPN.com is reporting that Armstrong continues to promise legal repercussions if the book accusses him as it apparently will. So it will be interesting to see what he actually does. The fact remains he has never tested positive, ever. What is the perception in France, Brownie? Is there a widespread belief that he dopes? And what is the general opinion about him?

Kiss off, Nessa. You don't like it, don't open the thread. I'm in for the duration. **************************************** Peter, you should realize number one that this A to Z is going on during working hours, so there's already a significant degree of lesser attention. Having said that, I was of two minds this week: They played "Moanin'" all the damn time, didn't they? Damn, that Bobby Timmons was a helluva composer, wasn't he? Honestly, the soulfullness of the band and Lee's fiery playing still came through strong, but there was also a sense of "Blakey Fatigue" for lack of a better term.

With this bunch, there's gotta be some good practical joke stories to share. Reagan's funeral led me to think of this topic. Let me explain. It was September of 1984. I was a student at Florida State sharing a dorm room with a new roommate. I was a committed Reaganite. He was a committed Democrat but could not bring himself to support Walter Mondale. Our disagreements were friendly; and he took no offense to my putting Reagan-Bush bumperstickers on the door (actually, on the upper right corner of the door frame (get it? Far right?). He was free to do the same thing, but since he did not like Mondale, he chose not to. So, one fine afternoon I came back from class, and what do I find? There is a huge Mondale-Ferraro campaign sign on the door. Written across the sign is "Campus Headquarters" and down below is a smaller sign which says "Democrats for a Nuclear Free America". I walked in the door and said, "What the hell is this?" My roommate, Mike, explained that he had stopped at the College Democrats table in the Student Union, and that they had started talking and that he had told them he was a Democrat but didn't support Mondale, and they said something about needing a student to be Campus Coordinator and blah blah blah, and he wrote down his room number, and he came back from class to find they had put this sign up! Well, you can imagine how pissed off I was-I mean, we had an agreement that we could both put political things up-but he wasn't a Mondale supporter, and how dare they come here and hang this sign?! Finally, when I was ready to run down to the Union and give them a piece of my mind, he 'fessed up and told me he had got the sign from them and he had hung it up. All I could do was smile and commend him on his practical joke and I had to admit, the "Democrats for a Nuclear Free America" was the perfect kicker. I also began to plot my revenge. II And soon, a plan took shape. My roommate was not on the meal plan, he cooked for himself. He especially liked to make chili dogs with Hormel canned chili. What if I cut off the label of his Hormel chili and put it on a can of dog food? [evil grin] Now, our Resident Assitant was a great guy, who told us from the very beginning that he loved practical jokes and if we wanted to do something, just make sure it wasn't dangerous or risky. So, I went to Steve to make sure he was OK with my plan. He was not comfortable with it. His fear was that Mike might actually eat the dog food, and what if he had a reaction or got violently ill? So, I promised Steve that I would be there when Mike gets the can of chili/dog food and would stop him if he was actually going to eat it. So, it took several weeks, but finally, I got my chance. My roommate went home to Miami for the weekend, and I went to work with an exacto knife and some glue. The results were OK-if he had looked carefully, he would have had suspicions, but who suspects that the label on your chili can has been tampered with?? (By the way, I certainly looked odd in the grocery store when I chose the can of dog food-I was standing there with a tape measure, checking the height and circumference of all the dog food cans! Alpo turned out to be the closest match.) My roommate came back and I waited for him to announce he was going to make some chili dogs. And I waited. Finally two days later, it happened. I almost started laughing right then. But I controlled myself, gave him a couple of minutes head start, and then wandered over towards the kitchen. He was standing outside the kitchen, holding the can up toward one of our dorm mates, and I heard him say, "I think this is dog food!" I am just about ready to lose it, so I quickly started to get a drink from the fountain. Our dorm mate, bless him, was in on the plan, and so he kept trying to convince Mike that it wasn't dog food, that's the way it looks, just heat and stir, its really good. Mike was no dummy though, and he was soon walking back toward our room, very pissed off. He went back into his box of groceries, muttering, I wonder what this can will be, when I said to him, "Mike, when you least expect it, expect it!" and I told him what I'd done. He was gracious as I had been and we had a nice laugh. He also told me that he had noticed that I had bought a can of dog food and he was kind of confused by it, but he figured that since there had been some stray dogs around, maybe I had just bought it to have on hand in case a hungry dog appeared. You would think that this was the end of the story, but as I began to tell Mike about how I had talked to the R.A. about my plans, and we decided that now it was time to get Steve. III We immediately decided on our plan: Steve was not around when Mike opened up the can of "chili" so he had no way of knowing what had happened. We decided that I would tell Steve that I had a late class and that I came back to find Mike chowing down on his "chili" dog, and that now, he was feeling very ill!! Our timing could not have been better. You see, Mike would occasionally have allergic reactions in which his eyelids would get very puffy and swollen and his eyes would get very red. Had nothing to do with eating dog food, but it gave a very realistic appearance to backup our claim that he was not feeling well. So, Steve appears in the dorm, and I went into his room. I told him what had happened, and Steve was extremely concerned and very pissed off at me because I had promised him this wouldn't happen. He insisted that I tell Mike the truth about what he had eaten. I refused-I told Steve that if I tell my roommate what I did, he's going to hate me, I'll have to sleep with one eye open all the time, it will be a living hell if he ever finds out. So, we went back and forth, Steve telling me to tell Mike the truth, me refusing. At one point, Steve went down to our room to check on Mike, and Mike, with the puffy, red eyes, was quite the sight. He kept telling Steve that he didn't know what it was, he had some chili dogs before, they tasted kind of funny, but ... Steve came back to me and now he was really ticked off. He had a resident who was sickened by the practical joke of his roommate, a practical joke he had signed off on. But I stuck to my guns-if I tell Mike, he'll hate my guts, I'm sure he'll be fine, it just has to work through his system. Finally, Steve had heard enough. If I wasn't going to come clean, he would. I stayed away while Steve walked back into our room, and told Mike the "truth". And Mike played it beautifully-he refused to believe it. He insisted that Dan was his friend and he would never do such a thing to him. No way. Couldn't have happened. Finally, he asked to see me, and we decided how we would let Steve off the hook. First, Mike announced that maybe it would be best if he went to the Emergency Room. Steve had someone go bring a car around, and Mike started playing up that he was feeling weak and pained. We started to help him out of his bed, when he told Steve he had to tell him something. And he said, "Steve, I feel really, really bad ... but only because, you've been had!" and he jumped out of bed and the room erupted in laughter and the look of total confusion and disbelief on the face of our R.A. was hysterical. A sidebar to the story: It wasn't just Reagan's funeral that reminded me of these events. I received an email from Mike this morning which read "On behalf of the Democrats for a Nuclear Free America, I wanted to express my condolences on the passing of our 40th President." You see, 20 years later, that roommate is now my closest and dearest friend. Maybe we bonded through our practical jokes? OK, hope you enjoyed my rather lengthy description, but you have to admit, those were some great practical jokes! I know there are others who'd like to share.

In the Blakey/Morgan Limelight thread, Alexander said something about all the Blakeys he has running together-after a week of Blakey, I can definitely relate. And I'm not even through him yet! Ritual A Night at Birdland Volume 1 & 2 The Sound of Jazz (one of the Wynton bands) Africaine Jazz Corner of the World (the Lee/Wayne group) Volume 1 and 2 (JRVG) Hard Bop/Paris Concert (Collectables) Ugetsu The Jazz Messenger (this is a Columbia sampler from around 1990-I remember grabbing it because its the only reissued Messengers material when Kenny Drew was in the band) Compact Jazz sampler Drums Around the Corner Buhaina's Delight Mosaic Indestructible Three Blind Mice Volume 1 Paris 1958 One for All (his last recording of all) Hard Drive (Bethlehem) Lausanne 1960 (TCB) Saint Germain (Volume 1-3) 155

They won't. Well, I was planning to head to Borders this weekend to find a book for Dad, and I got both a 25% off one book coupon and a 25% off one CD coupon in my e-mail, so I guess I'll also be finding a CD for myself!

I agree with Bebop. Before the Internet, I lived for the opportunity to return home and make a visit to Tower and HMV in New York. It was practically the only way to get Japanese BNs and a whole lot more. Before the album cover art books came out, I often spotted unfamiliar import BNs at Tower and had that thrilling, long lost sense of wonder as I examined the cover and the tray card. Tower was pretty darn good in its day, but that day has past ...

There's a mention in the liner notes to this one that Spaulding's next project will be a "Hank songbook" kind of date. Very disappointing that it never happened (apparently).

It may be easy to say this, Chris, but I disagree. The fact is, Kennedy's career should have ended immediately following the accident. If the truth had come out, his career would have been over. Compare that to the North Dakota Rep.-he couldn't cover things up, and now he's paid the price (some would say the price wasn't steep enough, but a price was still paid). Some acts forever color a man. This is one of those. If the Kennedy machine hadn't protected him, and he hadn't instigated a cover-up immediately following the accident, he would have never had the chance to do the supposedly good things he has done in the Senate. A young woman died through his actions and inactions. That fact was covered up for years afterward, at his instigation. It will mark him forever. Or it should. Unfortunately, his obituary, when it comes, will refer to his senate career, his family, and somewhere after the highlights thee might be a mention of Mary Jo Kopechne, in the context of a terrible "accident". In a just world, Kennedy's obituary would say: Edward M. Kennedy, who's promising political career ended with the death of a campaign aide, Mary Jo Kopechne, died today. Youngest son of blah blah blah, Kennedy's political aspirations ended when a car driven by Mr. Kennedy crashed and overturned in the waters of ... Mary Jo Kopechne died in the accident, but Mr. Kennedy's actions after the accident damaged and ultimately destroyed the youngest Kennedy's political aspirations. BTW, Chris, my views of Kennedy are colored by something else: in college, my Mother actually went out on a date with the man. In water, on a boat. So, frankly, she's lucky to be alive.

The only difference between Kennedy and OJ is premeditation. From the moment of the accident, Kennedy was the most cowardly, dishonest and self-centered man imaginable. Among his failures: He went all the way back to the house where the party took place, rather than running to any of the homes closer to where Mary Jo was slowly suffocating, some of which had exterior lights illuminated. He convened his friends and when they knew that the last ferry had left, in the middle of the conversation about what to do, Kennedy jumped into the water and swam across. Why? Because he HAD to be where he was "supposed" to be in order to have an alibi. He returned to the hotel. His clothes are soaking wet. Does he try to go to sleep? No-he hasn't established his alibi yet. He changes clothes and makes his way to the front desk, where he says something about noisy guests next door, and specifically asks the clerk what time it is. Why? So that the clerk will remember that Mr. Kennedy was there at 1:00 AM, everything seemed normal, etc. Then of course there's the neck brace he took to wearing in the aftermath. Gee, his neck didn't bother him so much to swim across the damn channel! Its true what they say-the coverup is worse than the act. I'm willing to believe that it was an accident, although Kennedy's driving was likely to have been reckless and it was probably DUI. But his acts afterward are sickening.

I have the Lou Bennett LP, from the Bastards, and I agree with Brownie, it definitely smokes!

Further update: Peter Crawford at Stateside now has this (ships June 14): New Releases - Shipping: June 14, 2004 All titles 16.98 list except as noted Available from: Stateside Distributors 1004 N. California Chicago, Illinois 60622 Tel: 1-888-776-0436, Fax: 773-862-8630, e-mail: stateside@prodigy.net STUNT Stu 20412 - Andrew Hill Jazzpar Octet + 1 - "The Day The World Stood Still" Featuring: Andrew Hill (piano, composer, leader), Staffan Svensson (tpt), Klaus Lohrer (bass trombone/tuba), Peter Fuglsang (alto sax clarinet, bs clarinet), Thomas Agergaard (tenor sax, flute), Liudas Mockunas (sop. and baritone sax, clarinet and bs. clarinet), Scott Colley (bass) and Nasheet Waits (drums). Original compositions by Hill recorded in Denmark and Sweden in April 2003 at concerts hosted by JAZZPAR. The JAZZPAR prize, the largest annual jazz award in the world, is awarded to an internationally known and fully active jazz artist. Past winners have included: Enrico Rava - 2002 - (Stu 03062) and Marilyn Mazur - 2001 - (Stu 02072). UPC# 663993204123

You're right, Philly, but at least with Jayson Williams, the prosecution gets another shot at the manslaughter charge-or reckless disregard or whatever it was that some members of the jury held out for.

And during this weeklong Reagan funeral, I can't help but remember when Ray brought soul to the GOP with his incredible performance of "America the Beautiful" at the 1984 GOP Convention. It certainly looked incongruous, Ray at the piano with Ron and Nancy, and maybe he just took the gig for the money, but that performance was amazing and unforgettable. Not to bring politics into this-but I'm sure there are others who remember that moment. RIP, Brother Ray.

Actually, its implicit in the Mark Furhman planted the glove option.