clifford_thornton

Sweet, the tree mentions the live cuts from Slug's with Frank Smith and Burton Greene. I love Smith and have always wanted to hear more of him than what is currently extant (the BG 4tet ESP).

Good to know for your next Tanno order, eh Late?

Yipes! There's a whole boatload of great music in the New Arrivals! From destroyed copies of Black Jazz records to overpriced Burton Greenes... take a scroll, but hold on to your hats!

If the pictured sleeve was from a Barre Phillips record, I'd shit myself...

It's amazing how many folks think that A-Fs are the original issues. This appears to be most often perpetuated by Penguin, AMG et al. Very unfortunate, the amount of misinformation out there.

The Arista-Freedom is the "Copenhagen and Haarlem" twofer, which like most of their packages, has a shitty excuse for a cover. But that's not, 'original,' then, is it? I guess someone at Penguin doesn't dig Marte or the graphic design talents at Fontana. I don't know; I never trust CD guides.

Looks like you didn't have yr coffee this morning! I've got a stovetop espresso thingy which is great. Makes some strong stuff. In it: half-and-half if it's shitty work coffee, otherwise black.

Of course, for LP's: Hymie's on Lake St. just a bit east of Target-- Roadrunner, on Nicollet at 43rd (across from Anodyne, great coffee and food). So: how many Minneapolitans are there in this joint? We gotta represent!

Yup, that's the one I have at home. Classy!

I think they're referring to the UK Fontana version of "Touching," which has a silhouette of a woman's hand grasping the word "Touching" on a white background. It's actually kinda nice, I think. The Roling is preferable, however. Anybody ever seen the alternate UK jacket to the "Juba-Lee," retitled "The Visitor"?

Yup...

No, no, NO! There is no Cecil, Ayler, or late Coltrane to be found. No European jazz either. Bobby Womack = "Across 110th St.", a semi-underground soul singer. He's good, but not jazz. "Ah Um" is probably Mingus' worst record. Nancy Wilson, Tony Bennett, and Oscar Peterson are all, IMO, inessential if you have to pick only 100 jazz records. Vocal jazz, with maybe a couple of exceptions, shouldn't even be on the list. It is a primarily instrumental music, and therefore should be limited as far as jazz introductions go. Parker Verve? Gimme a break! Dial and Savoy all the way, G. I could go on and on. Uugh...

Wild, huh? Must be the blind-factor creepin' in again...

Huh... http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewI...3&category=2255

I _must_ find it!

That record is GREAT... I fell in love with her voice on hearing George Russell's "The Outer View," which you should _definitely_ pick up if you like her early work. Only on one track, but it's a doozy!

Too bad I dumped my TFUL records about five years ago. Held onto the Lips, though. I hear you re: Mercury Rev; I guess it's no coincidence that Dave Fridman (rather than, say, Don Friedman) produced some of the Lips' records. I still say they were one of the greatest -- and most fucked-up -- cover bands in existence. I'd pay for a bootleg of them doing REM wrong any day: I bet it'd be fucking hilarious... Heads were scratched 'round the world when they appeared on 90210 doing "She Don't Use Jelly," one of the first of their tunes to make me say, well, 'wait a goddam minute, this is asinine.'

OK, listening to a borrowed copy of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots," and yes, it is in its way a brilliant album. But to me, it's not the Flaming Lips. I was weaned on albums like "Oh My Gawd!!!", "In a Priest Driven Ambulance" and "Hear it Is," a noisier, spunkier, but still psyched out band. Granted, ideas change and people get older, and I liked their albums for Warner Bros. in the first half of the nineties as well ("Hit to Death" is a motherfucker), but they began losing me after "Clouds Taste Metallic". I just think of them as a youthfully exuberant, throw-shit-at-the-wall, unclassifiable (but punk) band. What do y'all think? New or old? Both? Neither? I've been debating this a lot.

I've been getting those lately too, as well as some from "PayPal." Kinda freaky, if you ask me... C

Teddy Charles, Mingus and Mal Waldron Or, let's say Grimes didn't disappear to California and instead went to the UK and continued playing: Grimes, Alan Skidmore and John Stevens (ca. 1969)

It's a reference to "Max's Kansas City," I believe. You know, the arty-beat-wannabee hangout of the '50s in Greenwich Village.

I'll second that one. How about Homer reading/singing the Iliad to hand drums and Greek lute?

I could swear I saw that on CD somewhere... but likewise, can't remember the label or where I saw it. Gots to be out there, though.

Me (I play 'cello), Patty Waters and Becky Friend. 'Course, wouldn't hurt that they were/are sixties free jazz goddesses...