jazzypaul

judging from the picture, it looks like Wingy already got the girl...

And now for where I show my ignorance... If one wanted to steal one of these for an avatar because one saw one of his single favorite Donald Byrd albums used, how would one go about doing this? One wants to know.

Thanksgiving has always been my least favorite holiday. Why, you ask? Well, I'm allergic to poultry. Now, when I was a kid, this wasn't an issue. All of the people on my mom's side of the family were never fond of turkey, and on my dad's side, well, there's not many turkeys to be found in Morocco, so my grandmother never learned how to cook turkey...so it was always lamb. So, besides the weird looks from people when I'd tell them that our traditional thanksgiving feast was cous cous, malga and leg of lamb, it was excellent. Then, enter our very own personal Yoko. My uncle's second wife is all about tradition. And, after my grandparents moved out of their homey little joint in Chicago and came out to the suburbs, the uncle's and aunt's place became the place for holiday dinners. Well, as we all know, Thanksgiving traditions include turkey. Over everyone else's objections, a few years ago, she made a turkey, and nothing else. And everything had turkey broth in it. I was told this in advance, and I swore I wouldn't go to Thanksgiving dinner. Well, after hours of begging and pleading from various family members, I decided to come. Even though I'd be spending a couple of hours watching everyone else eat. These things don't sit well with me...so I stopped off at the local McDonald's and grabbed a Big Mac and a large coke, and then came to dinner. While everyone else was eating their Thanksgiving dinner, and now scowling at the aunt in question, I sat and chowed down on a big mac. Needless to say, it's been lamb every year since. But, now, I also get tons of grief from said aunt and uncle every year right around this time. And being that they are also my landlords (they own my condo), this is hardly my favorite time of year. Sorry to be a buzzkill...

Bring me to the table marked "it's the singer, not the song" as well. I've heard lame versions of caravan, and I've heard versions of caravan that would singe your chest hair. Personally, I've got enough decent versions of Caravan laying around the house that I never get tired of it. Now, as for tunes that I'd be happy if I never played again... There is no greater love Blue Monk (I'm the world's biggest Monk fan...whenever anyone calls this, I just think, "damn, is that the only Monk chart anyone knows?") All of Me Body and Soul and for emphasis' sake... There is no greater love

Well, I guess my being banned at AAJ was a big mistake. Turns out between Deep and Bombastic, there were 200 IP addresses. Having to go hog wild like that, you're bound to get a couple of innocent casualties in there as well. So, at least for me, all is well.

I'm not kidding. Mike never even e-mailed me to let me know it was going to happen. This is my last post in its entirety... I hate to jump on the free speech bandwagon on this one, but damn. And I was probably amongst the first 10 people at that board too, you know?

All I know is that I stood up for the guy, and now I've been banned from AAJ. I may have done many things in my day, but, man, I don't think I'd ever done anything to get myself banned from there...sigh...

If he's supposed to be Peter Pan, couldn't he just fly away? Okay, MJ joke in terrible taste of the day... Michael comes home to his boyfriend, who is weeping profusely on the couch. Michael asks his lover, "what's wrong?" The boyfriend looks up at him and says, "I was watching the TV, and they said you're a pedophile!!" Michael, looking stunned, says, "Pedophile! That's such a big word for a 6 year old!"

Mormon? Mormon? MORMON??? SHEEEEEEESH!! This, coming from a guy whose motto is "God's cool...his people suck." Damn...

In one of those incredibly rare cases, Bev and I agree. What she's saying about introduction through modern jazz is incredibly true. A tip of the hat to you, Bev...

I feel like such a hack now... Sony MD/CD Combo Sony DVD/VHS Combo H/K 3100 series receiver technics Mk 12 Turntable Yamaha Speakers I had to save a lot of room in the new place, and my parents were begging me for my old components (all H/K -- best stuff that I can afford). So, I went out and bought the two Sony combos, which sound okay, I guess. I need a new Subwoofer. I was using a 400 watt Fender bass cabinet for a while, but I had to get rid of that too...sigh... So, how is that Thorens? How much does one run?

I used to be in great shape. Worked out for 2 hours every day, (hour in the morning, go to work, go to school, go practice, hour around 5pm, then hit gigs or jam sessions)and I felt great. Then I broke my foot for the third time. Had to walk around with a cane for 8 months. By the time I was ready to start exercising again, I had gone from 185 up to 230. now I'm at 245, and I'm pissed. So, I've gone back to being a vegetarian, even though this is a somewhat dangerous diet for me (allergic to beans, making getting protein into the diet a bit of a bitch), and already, I do feel much better. Once I start jogging again, the weight should start coming off, and as I get enough fat off of me to start seriously working out again without getting winded right away, I will be doing that too. My goal is to break 200 by my birthday. We'll see how it goes.

¿que? 1st undergroundagent, chapter 6, verse 4: "Yea, and verily, a Nessa shall come from the east and cast doubt on the foolish enterprise." moose, remember...all good biblical quotes need to contain either... 1) "and lo..." 2) "from verily on high" 3) either "and there will be much gnashing of teeth" or "and yay, it will go well with you..."

Wayne Horvitz & Zony Mash: Cold Spell...Because Funk has to be loud. This funk has to be louder. Superchunk: On The Mouth...Because it doesn't sound right quiet. George Benson: Cookbook...Because I always sing off key, and I like to sing along with this one. The Jesus Lizard: Show...Why Not? My Bloody Valentine: Loveless...Loud is the only way you'll hear all of the layers upon layers of guitar. The Smiths: The Queen Is Dead...? If Morrisey's gonna whine, he may as well whine with the amps turned up to 11. Metallica: Kill Em All... You gotta ask? Anthrax: State of Euphoria...See comments on Benson. Joe Farrell: Moon Germs...Because everyone else needs to hear how good this is, too! Miles Davis: It's About That Time...Electric Miles...more powerful than Zeppelin on PCP...

If you guys need a copy of it, give me a mailing addie and I'll burn a copy of their greatest hits album for you. I accidentally goofed on the quote part...but Keezer also covered my other favorite English band (the one not named the Smiths): My Bloody Valentine.

one of the tunes in the Three Blind Mice playlist is called..."This oughta wake Kurt Cobain from his dirt nap". I think it might just make a better band name, however.

up, because I want people to hear this stuff...

I could swear up and down that this is a supremes tune...I'd sing it to you and all, but, umm, I don't think you'd hear me.

Shirley Scott did it on Let Em Roll... Now my picks for tunes... organ not really classics... The Holy Land One Mint Julep Emergency Gibralter Pop tunes that I've always wanted to see done that would smoke on an organ... Band of Gold (Supremes) Endangered Species (P-Funk) No Quarter (Zeppelin) Fairies Wear Boots (Black Sabbath) How Soon Is Now (The Smiths) (note, done with a Mr. Kenyatta groove, this can be a modal smoker) okay, that's enough from me...

For about a year, I lived within spitting distance of Wheaton College. It's actually a pretty bizarre place. It's a devout Christian school that takes God very seriously. On the other hand, unlike many Christian colleges, acedemically, it's in the Ivy League category. It has a monster of a music conservatory, and its education program is absolutely top notch. Wheaton, the town, is pretty much the same way. It is seriously one of the most innocent towns you will ever see. There are more churches per capita in Wheaton than in any other place in the country. The downtown district has two barber shops, a few restaurants to eat at, a dairy queen, a beautiful park to stroll through and a museum. Up until about 10 years ago, it was a dry town. There were two places that had liquor licences dating to the 1910's that had been grandfathered in: a banquet hall, which is generally left alone to do its business, and one of the randiest townie bars that you have ever seen. There had been petitions, rallies and massive police blockades to try to shut this place down, which just made it more popular. Even in these more recent days where bars are permitted in Wheaton, you still will not be able to move, much less get a drink at the Gables on a Friday or Saturday night. So, what is Wheaton college, really? Simply a college that is modeled after its own community. And just as Wheaton had to cave in and allow its residents to drink and have a good time, so does Wheaton College. I am sure that the administration is tired of hearing about WC students at the Gables saying, "dude, I'm a Whaton student, don't tell anyone I'm here!" I'm glad that Wheaton finally lifted its ban, which is somewhat ridiculous anyway. If they're bringing in Christian students that truly believe what they say they believe, then dancing will be nothing more than dancing. A glass of wine will be no more than a glass of wine, and not much will change. If the ban had to be put in place to keep up appearances however, well, then the ban only proves what far too many people have been saying about fundamentalist christians for so long anyway...

Goats. Indeed. Goats. The more important question, however, Mark, is...what did you think of the music?

Just wondering which one was your mother!! my mom really was a professional wrestler, albeit on some small level. This, from what I understand, was how she paid her way through nursing school. The Jimmy Buffett bit came from a drunk guy that saw my dad at a bar in the ritzy Gold Coast area. The dude was passed out at the bar, sees my dad in a hawaiian shirt, and utters the only words we heard him say in the entire 2 hours that we were at the bar..."HOLY SHIT!!! JIMMY BUFFETT!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, MAN!" My Dad, complete with thick Spanish accent, tried rather nicely to tell this guy that he wasn't Jimmy Buffett, but the guy just kept screaming that he was Jimmy Buffett. So, alas, my life story. The bit about the goats is a fabrication, though, I must admit.

Two points here... 1) I've been trying to keep the Yanow bashing to a minimum, but this is the area that really makes me scream...he can't seem to dig into funk. Period. That's fine, but in those cases, AMG really needs to hand those reviews over to someone else. I remember that Yanow really tore into Hot Dog, Say it Loud, Live at the Cadillac Club and a few more here and there with reviews that were completely uncalled for. Lou had (has?) a great ear for funk, and he had one of the better funk bands around for a while. I think his playing on most of those records is outstanding. 2) Hot Dog has to rank pretty damn high on my list of jazz-funk albums. I just look at people funny when they tell me they don't like it.

In that case, the mighty and talented Organissimo would kick the living hell out of us. They truly are awesome.

So, if anyone's interested, you can hear the Three Blind Mice. The full length CD is on the way, with probably half the tracks done with a horn section, but here's a taste nonetheless... Three Blind Mice Music!!! Lemme know what you think... Paul