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Okay, I guess I'll be the lover of beauty that starts this. Let's have a thread for visions of lovely musicians, who enrich us with their beautiful music! I'll start off with Hadda Brooks:

Points well taken about Pops, Jim. I told my wife more than a decade ago that I thought Louis Armstrong was underrated and she thought I was nuts. "EVEN I HAVE HEARD OF HIM" she let me know, which was pretty amazing at the time, really. But I still think he hasn't gotten his full due. He was just an amazing human being in so many ways!

Sal, my two cents: wait for the collection of masters. I say this for several reasons. One: the sound is likely to be the best possible for the material. Two: there's likely to be good notes. Three: you're going to have all the masters, and that's better than having one quarter of the masters! I think you'll learn to like all the material. I never thought I would want the material with strings. . . but I was wrong, I love the material with strings and have sought out the live material that he recorded with strings as well. I think there's a chance that might happen with you, and I think there's a good chance you'll like all the material in the set. . . It's BIRD!

Well, ultimately I voted for Miles, because believe it or not over the years I've come to really really dig his playing on the sides with Bird. It's honest and it's challenged and it's beautiful in Miles' own way. The differences in their sounds and approach is also a great thing that I've come to appreciate. Though to be honest, any vote here would get my defense!

The Embers I have as a four cd set, and it's excellent. It's complete up to its ending date, it has the best sound I have heard of the sessions (bests the Cool and Blue for the session with Fats as one instance.)

And so is his "Lunarchy" (spelling?)

Many happy returns Ray!

Yeah, another Austinite who is a little baffled. I'm a nonsmoker too who would prefer smokefree places, but I'm a lover of FREEDOM! Wait, does that mean I'm now considered an ultraliberal?

Lately: Tom Jobim, "Ineditos" and the collaboration with Selena Jones Randy Weston "Marrakech in the Cool of the Evening" Grant Green "Feelin' the Spirit"

I thought Malcolm Addey was the remasterer of this, I hope so, I think he does better work than McMaster. There is quite a bit of mention of this set in another thread, about the new Selects, and favorable at that. I haven't gotten this Select yet, but I have all the material in other forms except the unissued session, and I LOVE IT! This is great stuff, a great variety of material. Weston's playing and writing is topnotch!

There's another thread about this set on the board somewhere. . . . I've had advance copies for some time, and just got my set last night and haven't compared them yet. This is a great reissue, I'm sure. Mnytime: there is one other recording from Japan with Sam Rivers circulating the collector's network. . . or should I say at least one other.

Here's another one, solo guitar renditions of Herbie Nichols' compositions. Amazing!

Hell yeah Vibes!

Obscure in some ways . . . and very recommended:

Man, Cosby's albums from thirty some years ago are hilarious! Thanks for reminding me of them Larry.

Pee Wee Russell. . . . yeah start her off RIGHT! I love Kenny Davern as well. That man can play, and he can play anything!

I certainly enjoy Carlin, but don't have much experience listening or reading him. I'm a huge fan of Jonathon Winters though. For example, I totally love a phrase I saw him say by pure chance flipping a channel one night, "Remember: only the mediocre are always at their best." My wife and I were going through the hardest times we ever have due to an illness, and that really hit home, and lifted me up. It's a funny play on word meaning and also quite a strong statement!

Hey, I thought it was "Impressions" in disguise!

WOODY ALLEN: These... I should just add, parenthetically, these stories are true. These things actually happened to me. I don't make them up. My life is a series of...of...eh...these crises that...that eh... I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom, and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know. It was a yellow and green striped jacket, y'know. The little fat moth laying there, groaning, y'know, part of a sleeve hanging out of his mouth. I gave him two plain brown socks. I said "Eat one now and eat one in a half hour." Someone asked me if I would tell this...story. A long time ago... It's a wierd story. 'Twas out in Los Angeles and I was at a party with a very big Hollywood producer, and at that time he wanted to make an elaborate cinemascope musical comedy out of the Dewey Decimal System. And they wanted me to work on it, and I go out to the producers building in downtown Los Angeles,and I walk into his elevator, and there are no people in the elevator, no buttons on the wall or anything. And I hear a voice say "Kindly call out your floors, please." And I look around, and I'm alone. And I panic, and I read on the wall, that is a new elevator and it works on a sonic principle and it all sound. All I have to do is say what floor I wanna got to, and it takes me there. So I say "Three, please", and the doors close and the elevator starts going up to three. And on the way up I began to feel very selfconscious, 'cause I talk, I think, with a slight New York accent, and the elevator spoke quite well. I get out of it, and I'm walking down the hall, and I look back, and I thought I heard the elevator make a remark. I turned quickly and the doors closed and the elevator goes down, y'know, and I...didn't wanna get involved at the time with an...elevator in Hollywood, but - this is the strange part of the story, the other was the normal part - I have never in my life had good relationships with mechanical objects of any sort. Anything that I can't reason with or kiss or fondle, I get into trouble with. I have a clock that runs counter-clockwise for some reason. My toaster pops up my toast and shakes it, burns it. I hate my shower. I'm taking a shower, and somebody in America uses his water. That's it for me, y'know, I leap from the tub scolded. I have a tape recorder, I payed a hundred and fifty dollars for, and as I talk into it, it goes "I know, I know." About three years ago I couldn't stand it anymore. I was home one night. I called a meeting with my posessions. I got everything I owned into the living room. My toaster, my clock, my blender. They never been in the living room before. And I spoke to them. I opened with a joke. And then I said "I know what's going on, and cut it out!" I have a sun lamp, but as I sit under it, it rains on me. And I spoke to each appliance, I was really articulate. Then I put them back, and I felt good. Two nights later I'm watching my portable television set, and the set begins to jump up and down, and I go up to it. And I always talk before I hit, and I said "I thought we had discussed this, what's the problem?" And the set kept going up and down, so I hit it, and it felt good hitting it, and I beat the hell out of it. I was really great, I tore off the antenna, and I felt very virile. And two days later I go to my dentist in New York. I had gone to my dentist, but I had a deep cavity, and he'd sent me to a chiropodist. I'm going into a building in mid-town New York, and they have those elevators, and I hear a voice say "Kindly call out your floors, please", and I say "sixteen" and the doors close and the elevator starts going up to sixteen. And on the way up the ellevator says to me "Are you the guy that hit the televison set?" I felt like an ass, y'know, and it took me up and down fast between floors, and it threw me off in the basement. It yelled out something that was anti-semetic. The upshot of the story is, that day I called my parents, my father was fired. He was technologically unemployed. My father had worked for the same firm for twelve years. They fired him. They replaced him with a tiny gadget, this big, that does everything my father does, only it does it much better. The depressiong thing is, my mother ran out and bought one.

Yeah, I forgot Stereophile. . . sent a few letters in there that were published, and I was quoted in one of the columns, talking about a Mingus Big Band cd. That magazine really went downhill though and I haven't read it in about three years! (Heck it may be fantastic now, but it had become just a lot of fluff and a lot of ads for some time.)

Hey, today my answer is "Dwitzah" by Ed Motta. Try it! Part Steely Dan, part Herbie Hancock, part . . . well it's a new fusion of sorts and a lot of fun. On Universal, in both Brazilian and English editions.

Now, did I say it was on this thread? Here is where it is: http://www.organissimo.org/forum/index.php...2&t=1152&st=120

Former Ohioan here, weighing in on the side of the music. Even though my Dad and my brothers could well be at the game. I'm like RT: almost everything would trump sports for me. I can understand people playing sports to a certain extent; did that too when I was young, liked soccer and tennis the best. But watching it? And paying more for every product too?

I think Bev made some good points about the differences between this board and AAJ. Vive la difference!

Hey Sal, not to worry. Not a big deal either way, but I sent you a "private message" just now in place of the email.