Dan Gould

Up for some photos! Here's the music room. Check out the wall hangings, they came from one of the first Mosaic calendars: And here's yours truly in the leather Lazy Ass recliner in the music room. And the happy couple, smooching over their first very own mailbox:

I think they decided to make the switch a while back, and all new sets have removable lids. My Blakey box has a broken and peeling spine and I had to scotch tape it together so I'm glad the lids aren't attached anymore.

Since we now have taxation with representation, we are not moved to do this anymore. Also, I don't like tea.

Considering the refund we're getting, we should have done ours back in January. But with electronic filing, we'll probably have it just in time for the second mortgage payment (only 358 to go then!)

No doubt, it was nice to see Phil win it the way he did, seemingly starting to choke and watch an established winner of Majors surge in front. And he didn't win cause Els gave it back-Phil executed, on one of the biggest stages, so good for him. Seems like a good place for a golf joke, I'll probably do this poorly, but anyway: Jesus and Moses are playing golf. They come to a hole with a huge water hazard in front. Most players lay up short and then hit a short iron to the green, but Jesus thinks he can clear the water with his driver. First swing: splash, right in the middle of the water hazard. So Jesus is so disappointed and so sure he can hit the shot, he asks Moses to part the water so he can go retrieve his ball. Moses agrees, Jesus gets the ball, comes back for his second try. Splash. He asks Moses to part the water again, Moses doesn't want to. Jesus tells Moses, "Look, I was with Nicklaus when he made this shot at Pebble Beach-I can do it!" So Moses parts the water again, and once again, Jesus puts the ball right back in the water hazard. This time, Moses refuses to part the water, so Jesus walks out on the water hazard to get his ball, and by this time, the next foursome has caught up and one of them asks Moses, "Who does he think he is? Jesus Christ?" Moses says, "No-Jack Nicklaus."

Yeah, but the women we've got are quality

I voted for RVG, clearly McMaster is a losing candidate in this crowd, it will probably go 9-1 or better for Rudy. But judging from other comments, this Addey fellow ought to be in the poll.

Its real simple folks: No undulating babe, then we're back to Miss Bouncing Boobies.

I'm with Noj. How can you not pull for an underdog like that? And anyway, if Mickelson wins, maybe its an omen that this might be the year for a certain star-crossed MLB team. Or two!

Lots of burning for some board members, more Weinstock transcribing, and Easter dinner at my brother-in-law's.

I have the greatest hits CD. Two strongest memories: "Telephone Line" triggers memories of our summer vacation at Newport, because the song was all over the radio that summer. The entire greatest hits album, in order, was burned into my head one winter in High School, because the Phys Ed teacher played a cassette every day, for the entire winter while we exercised in the field house. I never appreciated spring more that school year! I don't know why he would torture us like that, or for that matter how he could tolerate it. But every single day, that album played in the field house. Took me at least 15 years before I could buy the CD for myself.

And I am sure it was purely an oversight or a lack of space that kept Charles Schultz from completing his thought that "Happiness is a warm puppy (licking your face)"

How does one refrain from buying CDs? I offered this in one of the other threads. Its somewhat complicated, but its definitely worked for me: Buy a house with a mortgage you can barely afford.

Licking is a doggie kiss. If you haven't been kissed by your dog, you haven't truly felt the love he feels for his master.

I don't know if a dog's mouth is cleaner or not, but so long as he hasn't been licking his own ass in the last five minutes, he's welcome to lick my face as much as he wants.

I can only imagine what Simon might have said to Joe Cocker's spastic stage presence.

No offense taken Ray. But believe me, I'm not the only musical "conservative" who hasn't always been thrilled with the musical selections on some of the BFTs. I'm just the one who's most likely to express it in public. In the meantime, did you see this thread? You might be able to jump to the front of the line for the next BFT!

A certain individual who is partial to a particular brand of ties will be visiting you shortly to beat some sense into you

Right off the bat I want to apologise to Alex for dogging him so much, because his BFT turned out to be well worth the wait! A refreshing change, as we got a lot of mainstream jazz, without a single track that made me cringe, wonder "WTF?" or reach for the "skip" button. Well done! On the question of theme, its clearly a piano-centric disc, couldn't tell if the theme went deeper than that. (You got something against couw? I'm sure this BFT is gonna drive him up the wall!) As for specifics, I had no clues whatsoever as to artists, so I'll be brief. Only tune that brought any ideas to mind was #10, the Beatles cover, but that was purely because I know that Tony Williams/Mulgrew Miller/Ira Coleman used to cover this, but nothing in the playing made me think of them. But I am proud to say that I recognized no fewer than five of the tunes, which is definitely a new record for me, even if I had no clue on artists. "Satin Doll" belongs in that "first few notes" thread, for sure. Thanks again, Alex, for restoring my faith in the taste of Organissimos! :g

Yes, Aric is young, but I don't think it has anything to do with "hipness" and everything to do with the state of American Education!

Good memory, Hans! Daniel hasn't posted since February 22nd, so I make an emergency motion that his BFT be tabled pending his return. Is Rockefeller Center or RDK ready to move forward?

Not to be the blindfold test forum scold, but since things kinda slowed down with Alex's test, so to keep things flowing steady, I figured a friendly reminder that with the start of the new discussion thread, you can start soliciting interest in yours.

Well, Cemille got the heave ho this time. What I can not understand at all is the presence of any male singer outside of George (who I think is terrific and I hope he wins). I mean, the Conan look-alike, what is he even doing in the competition to begin with? This isn't American Idol 1956! But the other guy who has somehow survived another week-PEEE YEEEWWW! He is, as Simon ought to say, "Atrocious with a capital A". He barely qualifies as a mediocre karaoke night contestant. And can someone tell me what Randy's claim to fame is? I cannot stand his "yo yo yo" and "dawg" crap. He supposed to give them street cred? And the fact that one of the weakest pop singers in history, Paula Abdul, is a judge-that's just a cosmic joke, right? Simon is surely the only reason to watch.

Mobley and Morgan Gene Harris and Ray Brown Oscar Peterson and Ray Brown

I don't think the pieces are sold separately. But I think Office Depot stocks them, 10 for $5. (Too bad you didn't say something sooner. When I switched to the three ring binder system of CD storage, I pitched about 2400 jewel boxes, and just saved a few on the assumption that there will be some CDs I'll end up selling.)