Bill Nelson

But when we do, we get hectored about "commercial viability", meaning the lack thereof.

Woah, I must have gotten one of the last ones out of the building. My order/shipping confirmation came through today at 11:53 PST. It will be here on Monday. You probably copped one of the very last. When you get it, could you post the #? (Anal minds are just DYING to know.)

After mulling, vacillating, and procrastinating thru February, I ordered it on Monday at 9:30 am. Hodges set # 5804 arrived yesterday and I haven't stopped playing it -- all y'all's props were spot on! Me and The Rabbit in late Jan., 1970: As a 14-year-old, I got to meet and shake hands after the Ellington orchestra played Providence College. Hodges was backstage and grinning broadly after the show (and smiling as such was rare for the Rabbit). I later figured out why -- before the gig, Paul Gonsalves had spent a couple hours with his Cape Verdean buddys near Providence and was plastered by the time he hit the stage. Ellington called him out for solo after solo "for his family and friends in the audience." Hodges couldn't contain his glee of Duke's ball-busting Gonsalves.

People who write WITHOUT thinking or listening will lead-in their copy with: "Poll winning...Grammy nominated...legendary...more than paid his dues."

When Teasing the Korean, a vexed response in upper case eventually emerges as a symptom.

If you've got pristine 78s of pre-war blues, black gospel or 50's r&b then you'll definately get attention. Otherwise, Chuck's right. The vast bulk of 78s, esp. country or pop crooners, fox trot and mambo orhestras are useless. Listing them individually will be a gigantic waste of time. If you provided us with maybe ten representative names and disc condition, there's expertise and free advise to facilitate your best move. Unusual record labels with music by black artists or groups would be interesting. Otherwise, I'm afraid they should be 'filed' in the dumpster.

The tight end might look more relaxed if the other guys promised to go easy.

Chico, Chico, Chico. (There's nothing like dancing chico-to-chico.)

I first got 'run over' on the 'Street of Dreams' in 1970 when my teacher, Bill McEneaney, played it during a meeting of our South Kingstown High School Jazz Club. Mack would play an LP track and then the 10 or 12 of us would talk about it, if we wanted to. The tune he chose was 'Lazy Afternoon' -- it slayed me then and still does. Mack's set-up went along the lines of,"I've got something that's gonna getcha from the inside-out -- especially the organ playing of Larry Young. This is the kind of group sound that just grows on ya." Mack was our 'chaperone' who often drove us up to Boston and got us into the Jazz Workshop to catch Getz, Mulligan, Roland Kirk, etc. (Pretty cool for high school.)

Otherwise known to millions by his stage name, 'Foghorn Leghorn'.

The nicotine 'hit' alone should disqualify Ahn-hell for frequently resorting to a drug-delivery system during the round. "Ah said,'That's a joke', son!"

Hey Rooster, forget your DJ stint. I just got a call from three women who want to charter a bus to Colorado. They had one request -- NO CD player or radio. ;-)

Or the morning-after CD, 'Jazz for After You've Slept On the Wet Spot'. (Perfect for all you swinging guys who must wipe off before brushing teeth.)

'Caramba'? Say, "Si, senor." The album is a straight-ahead BN groover -- better for drinking with than cogitating to. This probably got docked two stars compared to other Morgan LPs with blazing solos and better compositions. (Also, the CD has a weak bonus track). I actually get more Caramba 'juice' playing my vinyl.

In Georgia, radio noise is likely Clear Channel programmed, or Right-wing Talk Tyranny, or the trained parrots of NPR collegiate dilettantes. As I'm not into masochism, I never listen to radio.

The packaging gives each album an image and identity. In my multi-thousand collection, the packaging makes each album EASIER TO FIND. I grab it and can immediately punch-up what I want to hear without searching thru an index of nine other stored albums of content (on DVD). Also, I'm more secure with the more-durable laminate coating of the aluminum in purchased CDs. I've had my share of MP-3 recorded projects which eventually crapped-out for a variety of reasons. It'd be a pisser to have to PAY AGAIN for each download which gets muffed at my non-techno-savvy end of the line. If so, then the music 'distributors' might well hope I keep messing things up fairly often. "You might well think that. I couldn't POSSIBLY comment."

Then you witnessed two: 1. On bunkering his approach to 17, Tiger loudly barked,"What the hell just happened?" 2. Tiger snapping his 4-iron in half after his follow-through 2nd shot at 11 hit a pine and bent the shaft. Also, you saw numerous instances of him slamming his clubs into his bag. These fit his aura of sulking and pouting about how he "threw the tournament away". Petulant, indeed.

A wager with Slatkin for, say, Joshua Bell's usual concert fee, would've taken him to the cleaners. (Now everyone knows Lenny's an easy mark.)

Masters 2007: It's Tiger's World -- We Just Live in It Yes, it was ALL about him -- four days of boorish and petulant behavior.

Everyone's favorite 'paisan', Roy Campanella. Then there's my fantasy tag team of Sexto Lezcano and Moose Skowron.

12-inch LPs go inside the 12 1/4-inch jacket. 10-inch LPs go outside their 10-inch jackets. * * Only Capitol had the smarts to make their jackets larger.

RE: "There's never anywhere for me to put my shoes." Sure, blame it on her shoes -- it's really your crates of excess LPs jammed into your closet, right?

'Reach Out' could hardly be considered 'essential' Mobley. It's gotta be his most lightweight BN -- "reach out", indeed. (I unloaded mine at a recent Atlanta record show.)

Or, while running the tape remaster for 'Aquarian Moon', Rudy replaced the spent batteries in his Beltones.

The detectives are barking up the wrong tree. The real serial murderers work for Mosaic and can barely write.