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Well, that explains WWI and WWII.

Oh yeah. To Hell With Poverty from Another Day, Another Dollar, Entertainment, Solid Gold, Songs of the Free - great stuff.

You can't have everything. Where would you keep it?

Hey! That's MY review! And like I said, the song Glimpse just rocks my shit. Of course Amazon won't let you use the phrase "rocks my shit" so I had to pretty it up a little bit. Celebration is the best representation of the SRT, but don't discount Firestorm or Concept. They're all worth picking up.

So do you have to return the copy of Monk's Dream? Wish I had cool job interviews like this. Mine usually sound like "Ya lahk music? Me, ahm partial to sawngs about Dale Earnhardt, muhself. Is thar any jazz sawngs about Dale Earnhardt?" Just give the guy an educated opinion. He's probably looking to see if you gush on and on about how "awesome" it is, only trying to suck up to him. And if he's so tight-assed that he wouldn't hire you for the sole reason that your opinion on a particular piano solo doesn't match his, then fuck 'im. And keep the recording.

Just testing...

That was the episode "Bop Gun". And the line that made me a Homicide fan for life was when they told Robin Williams character that they wanted him to view a line-up and he said something like "Tell me who did it and I'll pick him out."

Steve Martin in David Mamet's The Spanish Prisoner. Robin Williams in Kenneth Branagh's Dead Again.

OUCH!!!! Double OUCH!

I also voted for the Dave Holland Big Band. Last night I saw the Joe Lovano Nonet play Atlanta and they were fantastic. And they had ten people on stage if you count the stagehand that ran out to adjust John Hicks' piano mic during the show.

Major props for Asia Minor.

I gave the new Sketch release a "B", good but not the great one I think he has in him. He doesn't sound anything like the firebrand he was with Blakey, but it's a very enjoyable CD that grows on me with each listening. I do not regret buying it - or even paying full price for it. And I'd go see him play live in a heartbeat.

These people were probably one of God's earlier creations, possibly a student work done in college. Once he got a handle on working with larger forms he went on to produce more mature works, like Neanderthals and Magellon and stuff.

Does anyone (besides me) remember when they were on SNL? They were playing, well, I don't remember what, but in the middle of the performance Elvis stopped the band and launched into a different number, a blazing version of "Radio Radio." I'll never forget it, because it got me totally hooked on his music. The song they were playing on SNL was "Less Than Zero" which dealt with a British politician (Oswald Mosley). Here in the States we would think "Mr. Oswald" was Lee Harvey or something so the song doesn't really mean anything on this side of the pond. That's why EC said something like "I'm sorry - there's no reason for us to play this song" and then jumped into "Radio, Radio". At the time, "Less Than Zero" was their current hit in Britain so that's probably why they chose it in the first place. On the two disc re-release of "My Aim Is True" there's a live version called "Less Than Zero (Dallas Version)" recorded in Dallas Texas (natch), and the lyrics are changed to reference the Kennedy assassination. Clever boy, that Elvis.

Co-incidentally, those are the first four words of my biography. And they're followed by a period.

No, it's a good thing. And hopefully, the start of a trend.

And that's when you hit them with the champagne bottle!

Is christening a baby anything like christening a ship? I would think you'd have to break the champagne bottle on the first swing because the kid isn't going to hold still for a second one.

Eyewitness account from a different forum: ok...what actually happened (for those of us who missed it)?? Okay, so as usual, Jude Law introduces Ashlee Simpson. We cut over to her and see that he drummer is tapping away **no music yet**. Then we hear a little music, Ashlee is standing there looking at the drummer and, all of a sudden, her voice starts singing. Her voice is singing, but the microphone is NOWHERE NEAR her mouth. She looks totally stunned! The music stops, drummer keeps going, then the music starts again, her voice comes out again, cuts abruptly, and AGAIN, THE MIC IS NOWHERE NEAR HER MOUTH! She did a little dance, looking embarassed. Her band was sort of smirking at her, but they kept on "playing." She then, shrugged and walked off stage. The camera cut to the guitar player, he still had that smirk and was still "playing". Then SNL cut to commercial... Didn't see it myself. Haven't seen an episode of SNL in years. And to think that that this same show once had Ornette Coleman as a musical guest. Sigh...

Oh hell no. I have to divide my friends into different groups - computer friends, movie friends, jazz friends, rock'n'roll friends, avant-garde classical music friends (currently zero), etc... I got used to being the outsider, even among friends, a looooong time ago. But sometimes you never know where someone's interests lie until you dig a little deeper - even if you've known them for a long time. There was a woman I'd known for a couple of years who never expressed an interest in music. When I brought up saxophonists she mentioned that she only had one jazz CD, but it featured a saxophone and she played it often. I'm expecting her to now ask me if I enjoy the music of the malodorous Kenny G and she says, "It's called A Love Supreme - is that a famous one?"

The DVD is great, and after watching the whole season (which is maybe eight episodes) you can watch a documentary about the ideas behind the concept and casting choices. Some friends recommended this show to me and I was floored by it - watched everything at one sitting.

Pee Wee's Playhouse was some fucked-up shizzit. Not really a children's show at all.

Hey, I like Wesley Willis. How could you not like someone who pens such slice-of-life narratives like STP Conked Out My Engine, Fuck With Me and Find Out, I Whipped Batman's Ass, Vulture's Ate My Dead Ass Up, Suck a Panda's Cock, Taste a Gorilla's Ass. Also like the artwork he drew for his CD covers.

My new favorite phrase.

From Allmusic.com: Believe it or not, William Hung had more time to record his holiday album - the oh so cleverly titled Hung for the Holidays - than he did his full-fledged debut, Inspiration, which was kicked out in a matter of weeks while American Idol was in the midst of its third season. He and his producers - executive producer Dee "Pitboss" Sonaram and producer Giuseppe D., who both need to be singled out by name, since blame has to be assigned - could have used this time to create backing tracks that sounded a little fuller, since that would mean that Hung for the Holidays would have sounded at least like karaoke instead of a Casio set on automatic. This is the cheapest-sounding record in recent memory; it sounds as if it was recorded in less time that it takes to play. And the weirdest thing about it is that Hung has gotten better as a vocalist in the six months that separate Inspiration and Hung. Make no mistake, he ain't good, but he sings with more confidence and at least vaguely sings something resembling the melody. And that, of course, means it's not nearly as interesting or funny as Inspiration. There's nothing that comes close to his embarrassing, soaring wordless vocals on the coda of "I Believe I Can Fly" - the only thing that elicits a chuckle is "Vixen" being called "Rixen" on "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," which isn't much. Even the "hidden bonus track" of "We Are the Champions" is bland, with the only thing funny about it being that Hung has a bad voice. Which means Hung for the Holidays is no present. After all, there's nothing worse than an intentional novelty record that isn't funny. Unless it's "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer." That's worse than Hung for the Holidays. But not by much.