Noj

The Lakers played stupid. Maybe now that Aaron Gray is out they will realize that the Hornets can't guard the low post.

I love Parlan's playing, and it had been so long since I read any biographical information on him that I wouldn't have remembered the polio if asked. It isn't evident in his playing to my untrained, non-musician's ears. On The Spur Of The Moment and Us Three both kick ass.

I was pulling for Darren Collison (UCLA), who had a great game going until the last three minutes when the entire Pacers team panicked.

I'll always be a Dodgers fan. '88 is one of my earliest sports memories, intently watching the World Series with my family and all of us going insane when Gibby hit the homer off Eck. Vin Scully and Chick Hearn's voices are both imprinted on my brain. I still imagine what Chicky baby would say during Laker games...I like how Chick would always do a quick bio on any player at any given moment in the game. It's a shame the Dodgers haven't given Scully much to get excited about in a long time. It's gotten so when I flip on the Dodger game, I just expect stranded runners and weak offense. A two to three run deficit is insurmountable. They just don't score runs. Not enough bats. I watch teams like the Angels or the Yankees or the Red Sox, and they've got dangerous guys up and down the lineup who put up six or seven runs a game. There's a losing cloud over the Dodgers organization, it's like watching the Clippers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHZhDdcE2Iw

ESPN article...

Chili dogs get a big thumbs up from me. With lots of diced red onion. I love garlic fries despite the bad breath and heartburn.

It's disingenuous to converse about jazz without any actual interest in jazz. Who does that? I'm psyched when I run into another jazz fan, and the conversation is rarely about anything other than which recordings we love, which years we love, lists of names, etc. Who cares if Miles was an asshole or not? His discography is incredible.

You never know...

I think I'll make a shopping list of everything I don't have in this thread. I tend to have favorites I listen to over and over on my iPod, but I love patrolling my shelves and seeing favorites. I'll pull them down and look at the artwork when one of the tracks comes up on random. On rare occasions, I'll listen to a few individual CDs. Coltrane's Crescent and Africa/Brass are favorites. Larry Coryell Barefoot Boy. Wayne Shorter Night Dreamer. Lonnie Smith Live At Club Mozambique. Grant Green Feelin' The Spirit...More often it's just a totally random pick, like "wow I forgot I had this." I rather like that my whole collection is virtually unspoiled and unscratched. The CDs almost all look brand new.

The notion that today's pitchers "lack the depth of talent" seems a little counter-intuitive to me. I imagine it's more that pitching talent is coached more rigorously and required to think less and create less. Those with the pitching gift are told exactly which pitches to throw, how to throw them, and when to throw them. They're given a set number of pitches to learn to throw for strikes, and advised not to think/throw outside that box. Pitchers are aware of the value of their arms, and know they'll be out of baseball if they blow out their elbow. They're monitored for pitch count to avoid injuries, and coddled every step of the way. Heck, pitchers get taken out of no-hit opportunities to spare their arms. That never would have happened back then.

Here's hoping the Bulls and Magic send the Celtics and Heat packing. I'd be pleased as punch to see Paulette "The Actress" Pierce and Queen James eat a big shitburger.

Why have a plain old nasty hot dog, when you can have a spicy sausage? With mustard, or with marinara and mozzarella, a sausage beats a frank in every way imaginable.

If you're buying, I'm drinking. We don't brew any haterade for the Giants down here. We just send cholos to hospitalize them. Kidding, in bad taste.

The Dodgers made no significant moves in the offseason. They're pretenders, not contenders, and LA fans know it. Andre Ethier's ready to abandon ship. At this point I'd love to see someone like Mark Cuban come in and buy the team--someone who really wants to win and is willing to bring in the personnel to get there. As much as I like Dodger Stadium, they really need to improve the parking/traffic situation. If that means building a new stadium with more parking near a subway, it needs to be done. Hell, run a subway or monorail line into Chavez Ravine. It's a nightmare to get to the ballpark. The team needs a state-of-the-art stadium like the one in San Francisco. Maybe a new environment would help create a new culture of winning.

I just let Jazz Heritage auto-ship me two albums by Clark Terry, Clark Terry & His Orchestra Featuring Paul Gonzalves (Storyville, 1959) and Clark Terry & Ernie Wilkins Live At Montemartre (Storyville, 1975). The only other Clark Terry I have is Spanish Rice with Chico O'Farrill, so I welcome these additions. JHS is good for something like that a few times a year, for me. I just decline the automatic shipments via email most of the year until something turns up which will fill a gap in my collection. This one with Paul Gonsalves is tasty!

Talented, sexy little gypsy.

Noj, I think it's hard to have a trial system of justice if people don't take perjury seriously. Right. It's also difficult to have justice when no one in the courtroom is in the right.

I'm not sure if the rule is entirely in line with how board software functions, since at times threads get so long and unwieldy they make a menace of themselves to reader, moderator, and bandwidth alike. On other forums, the old thread gets closed so that a new one with fewer pages can take over. As a compromise, a moderator or other conscientious poster could come in and post a link to the previous thread, but I see no reason why the new thread couldn't continue, especially if it has a "new thrust" as Lon suggests.

Our JC friend Root Doctor (Joe) posted a version with English subtitles on FB a few days back: Cool lyrics! Elis Regina made short hair look appealing in a way few women can.

I patiently await reason why they're seeking to punish the steroid users after they helped baseball regain its popularity following the '94 strike. The games were played, the runs scored, the outs recorded, the results tallied, the tv and ticket revenues exchanged hands, the players were paid, the fans lined the seats and cheered...what sacred records are they trying to "rescue" now which they didn't give a rat's ass about while those records were being broken? Average, semi-informed baseball fans like me knew guys like McGwire were juicing. The whole frigging league was juiced, from squids like Brady Anderson to the tightened laces on the pill. This trial is as pointless and wasteful the Bill Clinton perjury trial. The whole steroid thing should have been policed internally by MLB. Instead they turned a blind eye on it and cashed in on it until it made them look bad, then they go after the players for it like the whole system wasn't complicit.

The version of "I Don't Want Nobody To Get Me Nothing (Open The Door, I'll Get It Myself)" on this album is soooo funky. One of my favorite Grant Green jammies.

Yusef Lateef "Like It Is" Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers "Dat Dere" Wayne Shorter "Armageddon" Roy Brooks "The Free Slave" Roy Haynes "Dorian" Stanley Turrentine "Shirley" Oliver Nelson "Stolen Moments" All perfect.

This is the Mary Lou track I was actually going to post...