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Love the Tokyo. Brilliant performances throughout. The Jazz Workshop is a step or two down from the It Club. But get it for the deep-blue ballad performances. (Maybe everybody was sad that night.)

I get so tired of hearing how modern jazz left the dancers behind. It's always painted as the music's fault. Nobody ever spins it around and says "Why were the dancers too lazy to keep up?" Dammit, let's dance!

Does it say "when they bring that way-gun 'round"?

An anti-Semitic code word?

I was going to get Lon to buy it for me. Then I'll burn you a copy.

That might be the guitar I saw him play at my first Dead-related show, the JGB in Kansas City in early '76. I was all of 16. We sat way up in the balcony of the cavernous KC Music Hall. Reflections off the guitar's white body kept getting our eyes. I went with a friend who was 17. He hated every minute of it.

You can stream the concerts here. It takes some wading and tolerance to get to the Ornette segments: 2-23-93 12-9-93 BTW, Ep1str0phy hit the nail on the head in his last paragraph.

Ornette played onstage with the Dead twice, in '93. (Just for segments of the second set. Recordings circulate. Unfortunately, neither show catches the Dead in good form.)

"Arrangements are by Dick Groove." Porn stars doubling as arrangers. I hate when that happens.

I was searching for a diplomatic way to say the same thing. Obviously the MacArthur folks haven't heard her most recent album.

This album needs a remix real bad. The overbalanced bass makes my speakers jump off the stands.

Highly recommended: The Other One from 7-25-72, easily available from GDLive. This one is so outrageous that Bob gets lost.

Out walks Bud.

Be advised that opening the booklet renders the set worthless to serious collectors.

Six. Five are functional. Two are for 78s.

The working title was "A Basic Instinct Christmas."

The Guber Burger, smeared with peanut butter that goes all melty. Served at the Wheel Inn in Sedalia, Missouri:

I'm contacting the administrator immediately. This needs to be moved to the political forum.

I miss my black-and-white kitty named Dexter. The one on the right looks like another Dexter to me.

Sleepy John Estes recorded it quite a few years before Muddy. Honest. (Can o' worms here.)

In the classical field, "toccata" is just a category of showpieces. No set structure to them. This is one of my favorite KD cuts. A great modal, vampy thing -- can't think of anything like it in his discography. KD gets off a great solo in his relaxed later style, and Joe Henderson's solo afterward is simply killin'. Don't miss it.

The result sounds a lot like the octave divider that he was using on the guitar in '77 and '78.

Hope the cameraman got over his fixation with Kenny Clare before the film was over.

RIP indeed. The store was in the process of reopening in the West Bottoms, but the process was agonizingly slow. I was there just a couple of weeks ago and came away dismayed at the state of it. Ron didn't seem to be around. Can't tell you how many times over the decades I read about some interesting piece of music or some artist who was new to me, went to the Music Exchange and came home with the vinyl (or the CD) the same day. It was fun, and it was an education. I'll never forget it.