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Frank Rosolino, that caught my eye. A great friend of mine. Such a wonderful talent and more.

Chuck Van Winkle Who is that? Really? Take away the beard and he looks just like my dad, those blue, blue/gray eyes, and even the widow's peak and the hair. William McGrady Winkler

Hi mmilovan Is it ever good to hear from you, and you know, I really fouled up on AAJ as I was so new to the board and to computers as well, and somehow the two of you, UBU and you ended up on the "Ignore" function. I even wrote to the moderators and told them I didn't want you there, but there you stayed. I haven't heard much about Agustin since shortly after the Madrid bombings, and I remember how worried we all were about he and his family, and how sorry we were to learn of such things happening over there as well. That was ages ago wasn't it? About Lester disappearing, Mingus was worried sick, thinking he had had a heart attack or some other malady and had been hauled off in an ambulance, that he had been hauled off by the police, that he had been beaten up or that he had drowned, telling me he "had visions of his Pork Pie Hat floating in the surf", and any other number of terrible happenings. He said he never had been so relieved when he saw us walk in the front door. Mal came running over, getting Lester by his shoulders, ushering him back to the bandstand, turning to me wanting to know if he had come onto me, if Lester had given me any trouble, I kept telling him "No", "Not at all", he kept asking me and I was telling him that no one was ever nicer. I was going to leave, just to get away from Mal, Sonny and Mingus, but Lester kept calling me to follow them as he had wanted me to see them play "The something new we've been working on." So I followed them up to the bandstand, where it had been moved to, further in the back and watched and listened to them play. However, they were all so upset, it wasn't their best. Still I enjoyed it.

Thanks ubu, It's been fun seeing all of you guys over here. Had to check out this thread on Lester, and here you all are. It's been ages and ages. What happened to our buddy from Spain? Is he here or did his new family take him off into Disney World? He was neat to hear from as well. Glad to find you here, and thanks for the nice comments and invite, Sandi

Not a problem and thank you. Jeeze everyone, how to make a person feel good.

I went on my week long sailing trip to Catalina Island, shortly after this day with Lester, a gift from an old friend, Bobby Sedillo, and then into the hospital for an operation. Dr. Robert Watanabe, Dr. Bruce Robison, DrRobert Harway, Dr. Robert Fong (lots of Roberts there), and several others at UCLA worked like crazy to save my leg. They did it. but it was four months of being in there, and I never got to see Lester again, however I was off my crutches and the first place I went, the day I got out of the hospital, was to the Lighthouse, my home away from home for part of the time, and I walked down to it without crutches for the first time ever. Frank Rosolino did his happy dance for me, Clark put his arm around my waist and never let go for the longest time, while everyone there gave me a kiss on the cheek, happy for me that that long ordeal was finally over. It had been almost eight years of in and out of Childrens Orthopaedic and then UCLA where new methods were used which worked. Lester had wanted to introduce me to Billy Holiday, they were on the mend, and what a thrill that would have been, but it wasn't meant to be. I never got the chance to see Lester again, which is too bad, as we were simpatico in the extreme. I do love the fact that Mingus wrote that song for Lester, it shows the love between them.

Amazing, everyone is here and getting in touch. Glad to see it. We are closer to our move to Costa Rica, you will all have to "come on down", especially if we get the place I'm wanting, we'll have quite a bit of room and a view to die for. It should be fun. Taj Majal puts on a concert once a year or so down there, that would be a good time to try to swing it. I just don't do breakfast, when it comes to it, you're on your own. I can't believe you were shut out either. I really missed you and it was MG who let me in on what had happened, and then you. I've been a member here for a long time, but just never posted much, just one time I believe and it was about food. Then I had the crash and had to have our computer rebuilt and lost everything, so since these posts take up so much time, I just never got back to this site. It's good to communicate with you and the other guys again. Been a while hasn't it?

Amazing, everyone is here and getting in touch. Glad to see it. We are closer to our move to Costa Rica, you will all have to "come on down", especially if we get the place I'm wanting, we'll have quite a bit of room and a view to die for. It should be fun. Taj Majal puts on a concert once a year or so down there, that would be a good time to try to swing it. I just don't do breakfast, when it comes to it, you're on your own.

Thanks guys, nice to find friends and some fun.

Mike put up the avitar for me, much to my surprise. I was pretty lucky to have lived where I did, when I did. It was the best of two worlds, the Golden Age of Jazz and the best of the surfing world as well. It was more fun than anyone can imagine.

I was such a wild child growing up, into anything, and everything physical as well as dangerous and so ended up over doing it, ending up with a terrible stone bruise and that went into bone infection on the ball of my foot, and so I was on crutches, fighting intermittent raging fevers, up into 105 a few times, and so I was having to walk on crutches forever, as bone infection never actually heals. There were times it was so bad I had a home teacher as it was too difficult to carry books all over our campus when it was raining and such, as we had no indoor hallways. So with a home teacher, my lessons were over by 10:00 AM, or around there, giving me free time like you wouldn't believe. My mother worked nights and all of my friends were in school, when they weren't, they were there at our house by the dozens, but daytimes were so boring that I could hardly bear it, so I would walk down the hill, go swimming, watch everyone surf, walk the 13 blocks to town and go into the Lighthouse to rest, as that far along with the hills, were a chore on crutches, but I adapted and it became like nothing. But still, I would be thirsty and would want to just relax, so I'd go in and watch Miles and his band and whomever else would show up just to join in for fun, getting to see and hear them catch up with old friends. So I got to know most of the best who ever lived. I got to know them in a different way than most ever would. I was only 15 when I became a friend of Charlie Parker, Ben Webster, John Coltrane, Elvin Jones, Frank Rosolino, Stan Levey, Clark Terry, Coleman Hawkins, Benny Carter, Bill Perkins, LeRoy Vinegar, Milt Hinton, and too many others to name. I had asked John Levine, the owner if it was alright for me to go in there on a regualar basis, and he welcomed me with open arms, as did most of the band members. After a ugly beginning, even Miles was terrific to me, offering to take request anytime anywhere if done in a certain unobtrusive manner, and if the band agreed to it. He did take them, and the band always agreed. I had no idea, no idea at all that he never took requests. They more or less looked out after me and put up with me, this due to my age, and due to the fact they knew it was rough going. The doctors had wanted to amputate my leg to just below the knee, I refused and told my mother I would run away and eat out of restaurant garbage cans if they agreed to it, so they just put the papers on the buffet and told me the day I changed my mind, if it ever became too much to handle there they were. Anyway, I met Lester when I was 17. I had known Mingus when I was little, he was a teenager, & he worked at restaurants we used to eat at when we went up to my doctors in Los Angeles on Flower. Then I had met him at Watt's Towers as my dad used to take items to the fellow building them, metal and bright ceramic plates, which he put near and on his shack. Mingus was friends of the man building them, and spent a lot of time there, and he remembered me from there. I dated a lot, but only went in on dates to there about 5 times. I went in with some girl friends frequently, that was ok, you hear about us on lots of posts and web sites about the place. We were the only single girls who frequented the Lighthouse. I didn't like going on dates there, and neither did my friends. With me as well as with them, I wanted to be in the music, not having to keep up idle chatter with anyone. It was my private place, my place for every emotion I've ever had, all except for the boy thing. I didn't date anyone from there either, except for one fellow. It just wouldn't have worked for me. In fact it would have ruined it.

Didn't check way back into all of the posts, but the other day I saw in a magazine, Time or Newsweek I believe, the new trend setter and it's the large LP's once again, however, this time around, there's a twist, the artwork will not only be on the jackets, but on the records themselves. The whole record will have whatever the promoter or artist chooses for it. The ones I saw were for pop or hip hop and they looked really great. What great collector items these will be, especially if they put decent talents on them. I can envision whole walls in your homes under fold out glass with record after record being displayed as art work Saw a lot of things being done in a similar fashion during the late 50's, and early 60's.

Like fixing to. Southern as well. I was fixing to explain it, but you all did it for me. Can't ever leave a southern house, without being being told, "Why don't you just spend the night?" Never meant in a hateful way, but it was almost always said. Or, "You might as well spend the night, we hate to see you go." Or they'll say, "You might as well go home with us." My uncle said this to my aunt one late afternoon and she said "OK, let me get my things.", and out the door she went, leaving her little children with her husband. He was shocked by her behavior, thinking she and her husband had had a fight and that had never been known to happen, but he took her home with him, over 50 miles away, this back in the early 30's In the middle of the night she did some really odd things, everyone tells us who were there that she was scaring everyone out of their wits. She had a severe stroke and that was the cause of her odd behavior. The doctor commited her, but come to find out her mind was fine, but her left side was permanently paralized. The neatest lady you could ever meet.

I remember when you left, I had asked you about where you lived as I knew a Barton, or perhaps it was Burton, who lived up in Sisters, Oregon, and then you were gone. Thought that perhaps I had blown your cover, ha! There, I found it less of a problem with flaming putdowns which themselves can go too far at times, but the freedoms lost are upsetting as well. Unneeded it seems, & more often than not. Most of us are capable of restraint when needed, or a bit of well placed prodding for an out of hand thought and post usually ends a problem before it can start, or it just flames out of it's own accord, this happening when when people realize they just might be wrong. I just don't get some things about the functions here, look at my post on Lester Young, it's a mess and yes I know baracks are barracks, didn't feel like trying to straighten that mess out. No telling what other mistakes are in that post (or this one), maybe I'll fix it all up later.

Once, when asked on AAJ if I had ever met Lester, this when I was recovering from a life saving surgery, tubes still dangling, my view still obstructed from broken blood vessels in my eyes, still out of it physically and emotionally, I said no, I hadn't. But you know, I had spent the better part of an afternoon and evening with him, then with he and Mingus. This at the Lighthouse, and around the town of Hermosa Beach. I even have the album he gave to me that day. He told me about so much, things I wish I could remember more clearly, however, I remember parts now as clear as ever. Know this about Lester, the mischievous streak in him was pronounced, as well as his kindness. Getting him to come off of the rickety "Condemned" Hermosa Beach Pier took me walking out on part of it myself. There he was pussy toeing, like he was tiptoing with this silly grin, knowing how dangerous his great adventure actually was, tiptoing around the broken boards and holes, hoping they wouldn't give way with him. He was a tease , like a little fun loving boy, so part of the day was spent with him doing all of the mischievous things he felt he had to do. He was trying his best to avoid Mal Waldron and Sonny Stitt, as Mingus had them searching the town for him. Us going to the Mermaid, using it for a hide out as well. Seems to me we even had one of their delicious shrimp cocktails. We did have fun, but there were two grumpy and unhappy jazz guys going into a snit and a sulk over Lester turning up missing. More to this story, lots more, but it turned out well after we got back to the Lighthouse, and Lester began to play with them, Mal's eyes flashing, Sonny in a sulk, with Mingus being unreadable, then when the set was over, there was Mingus, him jumping down off of the bandstand with Lester in a headlock, dragging him along, Mingus laughing like crazy, and here they came, Mingus still dragging Lester, them both coming up to my table. Lester introduced us, they sat down and talked to me until they started their next set. Mingus telling me all fo the things which had been going through his mind when they couldn't find him anywhere, it was all too cute. Later on that summer, Mingus was in the Lighthouse with Sue, and he invited me to sit with them at their table. He was telling her all about that day and having me explain to her what all had happened as well. Such fun times, and had I not gone on AAJ, I wouldn't have thought about such a fabulous experience for a long, long time. Lester had even told me how, when in the army, he learned to walk on crutches through puddles and mud, this so he wouldn't have to reshine his shoes. He didn't use his legs. Here we were outside in front of the Lighthouse. He took the wingnut bolts, then the screws out of my crutches and raised them up to , fit him and then taught me how to do it. We must have looked a sight out on the main street in Hermosa Beach, being such clowns. He was in the hospital for quite some times he said. I believe he said he had injured he leg on a porch in the baracks when it broke, him falling through it, running pieces of wood into it, breaking it as well. It was severely injured. Him telling me how the nurses kept him in the hospital by pretending he was still not doing well, when he was, his leg had healed enough to be released to the brig, I believe. The nurses in charge, they just loved him as well, so they kept him so they could just be around him and so he could play for them, and tell them his stories. What a sweetheart.

I remember when you left, I had asked you about where you lived as I knew a Barton, or perhaps it was Burton, who lived up in Sisters, Oregon, and then you were gone. Thought that perhaps I had blown your cover, ha!

Adrienne, or Adrian? It means "Pearl of the Sea" doesn't it? We knew a man named Pearl. Everyone just called him Pete; Pete Mason

Eula's my mothers name, so just call me Sandi, or Saundra. And you're welcome (once again). I can't get used to this system, so I'm double posting, etc. I do that anyway, but give me time and I'll get most of the bells and whistles figured out. Or so I like to believe.

From what I gather, Ed Byrne and "Clave" had disagreements on the Musician thread and another one about musical theory. I hadn't really followed what happened between them, but Mike didn't like Clave and Ed's back and forths and came down on Ed's side of the situation going on between them. Then when a thread became somewhat abusive towards Ed, nothing at all being said against Ed by Clave, when humor was injected by JFitzGenius, after a comment about berets being worn, and JFitz talking about Cowboy hats being Verboten, Clave posted a photo of a musican in a black hat, and then of another one in a Cowboy hat, we kibitzed back and forth about Cowboys, rednecks, (me telling about an encounter with a couple of no talent singer guitar players singing about Rich and myself one afternoon), nothing at all was being said or implied about Ed being anything at all. It was just humor on a thread that was going nowhere, it had run it's course, and Ed had left the equasion, so those posts were deleted, and Clave was told she'd be banned as they wanted to keep the posts on jazz and wanted them to be intelligent and if she didn't stay off the musician board, and follow directives about the post Jay Noram had started on Ed, she would be banned. So in the end that's what happened, she was banned. Much ado about nothing.

I've never seen anything quite like it, have you? Hello... another refugee? MG Yes, it's me, Sandi Hi Sandi - it's SO good to have you over here. The thing I've really missed about AAJ is your memories of the musicians you've known. MG What I've missed over there are your posts MG, I mean really, your's along with several others who were either banned, or just left after they felt that other members were being unfairly singled out with shoddy treatment. Like you with Lonson. I admired your stance involving him, but really hated to see you go. Lonson had contributed so much, and is a great guy, so losing him just didn't sit well, just as the thing with Clave (Ellen), doesn't either. I can't make sense of any of it. I've been treated well on AAJ, very well in fact, but so many of the members I've always felt were simpatico, well, they're gone, and it has become dull too much of the time without them. I've been a member here for a few years, but have really not been posting, periodically reading what goes on, as I hadn't quite figured out the system here, and had lost my information for logging on.

I've never seen anything quite like it, have you? Hello... another refugee? MG Yes, it's me, Sandi

I've never seen anything quite like it, have you?

Thanx Joe G I keep forgettng to add that it's good to heat the comino, (cumin) in a very small pan and then flip it out onto a plate to cool, just flipping the pan over immediately removing it from the pan once it exudes an aroma, being careful not to scoarch it. This really improves the flavor if you like to use it.

Lime juice and sometimes a little bit of Aneheim chili finely chopped, but not minced. skin removed, a splash of hotsauce preferebly Chulula or Tabasco. And if you'd like a bit of broiled and finely minced Serrano chili's, Never ever use sour cream or mayonaise. The lime juice helps against darkening, and placing the Avacado seed in the guacamole helps keep it from turnng color as well. To do the Aneheim chili's place under a broiler or over hot coals and bubble and blacken the skins, turning and then removing before they are too well done. Put them between wet paper towels and place in baggie or a paper bag immediately, sealing well untill cool enough to handle, and when they are, take paper towels and rub off the black peel. Remove the seeds and discard them. Do the Serano's the same way, and put in the same bag. These are hot, so use gloves when working with them and if you don't use gloves, after finishing, pour a lot of salt into your hands and clean your hands off with dry salt and then with salt and water, then rinse and rinse doing it more than once if necessary. This helps remove the oils better than anything I've found. I've seen people put the tomato's over hot coals and soften them, giving them a smokey flavor as well. Yum! Salts good! If using habenaro use only a less than dime size piece sliced off the very end, that is it's milded part, still flavorful however, and then put it in the blender with the lime juice, and garlic, then pour into the mix and mix well. Some people put 1/2 of the dip in their blender, but I prefer it the way you do it, just smash it. To make that easy to pour, most blenders blending mechanism will fit a jar say a small mayonaise jar, and use it to chop up the Habanero. Much easier. Do wear gloves with a Habanero. Wisest thng to do.