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You weren't the drunk guy yelling at the band because they weren't a blues act, were you?

I can truthfully say the same thing. But the solo I'm thinking of wasn't at the 18th and Vine Festival in '95 or '96 (yes, I was there). It was about 1990 at the Grand Emporium, of all places. It was a Murray quartet with John Hicks and Fred Hopkins. They closed with "Mr. P.C." Cyrille played one chorus on every part of the drumset. One exclusively on the snare's head, one exclusively on the snare's rim, one exclusively on the side of the snare, one exclusively on the snare's stand, etc. -- all the way around the set. Each cymbal was soloed on for one chorus with sticks -- then he grabbed each cymbal and bent it rhythmically for a chorus. When he'd run out of drumset pieces, he beat out one chorus each on his chest, his arms, his hands, his legs. This display went on for 10-15 minutes. The 12-bar chorus pattern remained clear throughout. The tempo was way up, and he bent it only a little. Besides being a great drum solo, it felt like a great blues performance too.

It's very good, and all-instrumental, until the last cut. Then the racist poetry begins.

St. Louis '69 is a great choice, Lon! An all-time favorite of mine. If anybody ever finds a better version of the Cryptical/Other One suite, let me know about it!

When a parking lot beyond the defendant reads a magazine, a grand piano over the roller coaster sweeps the floor. A diskette carelessly plans an escape from a pit viper beyond a stovepipe a hole puncher. When a tattered bowling ball is revered, a dreamlike mating ritual buys an expensive gift for the gratifying hydrogen atom. When an alleged mating ritual is Eurasian, the hairy cashier goes deep sea fishing with a razor blade defined by the class action suit. Most people believe that a satellite falls in love with a loyal tape recorder, but they need to remember how ostensibly a load bearing burglar wakes up. The inferiority complex thoroughly secretly admires the power drill. A frustrating briar patch satiates a boiled recliner. An overripe blithe spirit is muddy.

Right, sorry. Try this. There are various kinds of units in physics. and unlocked my handcuffs

And if you can't catch a cow, you can catch a cold.

Correct. (Hey, kids, let's start another KC BBQ fight!)

shnflac.net just put up 3-31-73. Highly recommended, for a second-set sequence that seems to surprise the heck out of the band.

For a look into the man's soul, get "Simple Isn't Easy" on Sunnyside.

Crap. Maybe I shouldn't have traded off those Buddy Belden cylinders after all.

Get "Blue's Moods" first! Then get all the rest.

"I got the blues, ever since Great White kicked me out of the band."

Tried it. Didn't like it. But it might have worked with a more interesting tenor player.

IIRC, when that show was rebroadcast later in the season, the Ornette segment was clipped out and replaced with a Leon Redbone performance.

Britten's "War Requiem" doesn't do it for me, but his short instrumental "Sinfonia da Requiem" from 20 years earlier gets me every time. Also Stravinsky's "Requiem Canticles." Also Vaughan Williams' "Dona Nobis Pacem," a good example of what he could do when pissed off.

Article from Kansas City Jazz Ambassadors magazine here. Sidebar to that article here.

When Todd Strait (from Karrin Allyson's band) lived in KC, his buddies would let him solo on ballads quite often. The results were always good. Wish I had a recorded example.

Simpson's Fifth and Eighth are just great. Some of his others are nearly as great.

It was probably flat-out cheaper for Columbia to record it in London. Columbia even recorded the great American composer Aaron Copland in London. This can probably be blamed on the AF of M.

We seem to have overlooked this gem, produced by Mr. Albertson:

Look, look! See, see! See Puff! Wack Wack.

Git it. But git the "Some Other Time" date on Evidence first.

Trumpeter at the beginning kinda looks like Louis Smith to me. That might indeed be Kenny Burrell sitting in with the Hampton band toward the end. But I thought I caught a glimpse of Billy Mackel earlier. (Billy was a southpaw.)