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BTW I was rejected by italian army because they judged me "mental unstable" and they feared to give me a loaded gun. True story...I think you already understood it from my posts :ph34r:

That's why I wasn't sent to VietNam. IIRC the Army medical officer said "induction of Mr Nessa would be detrimental to both Mr Nessa and the Army.

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

Sly and the Family Stone, Cold Blood, James Brown, Malo, Santana, Ohio Players, ConFunkShun, Earth, Wind and Fire, Funkadelics/Parliment, Kool and the Gang, etc, etc.....

I could go on.

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

Sly and the Family Stone, Cold Blood, James Brown, Malo, Santana, Ohio Players, ConFunkShun, Earth, Wind and Fire, Funkadelics/Parliment, Kool and the Gang, etc, etc.....

I could go on.

Yes, but he still has that 'uppity women' argument to fall back on... :g

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

Yeah, even in U.K. I am listening to Traffic, full of fu***** heavy guitars, no horns...

Anyway I agree with Ted, the 60s were the starting point of the decline of the music...and the american empire. The right move was Elvis' one: go to the president Nixon and accusing those bastards coming from Liverpool for spreading the drug's culture among the innocent young americans...innocent WHITE americans.

nixon_and_elvis.jpg

...and Elvis was probably high on pills when the picture was taken...

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Of course I know what 4f and a student deferrals are. I was wondering what the Nuge cocktail was.

Dick Cheney got off by getting married and/or having a kid. I think it was multiple kids.

Cheney claimed a deferment as a father while his wife was pregnant with their first child! I think that's the daughter that he's wiling to deny equal rights to because of her sexual orientation.

besides, Cheney has beem quoted as saying he had "...other priorities" during the Vietnam war.

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"A quick study of social statistics before and after the 1960s is quite telling. The rising rates of divorce, high school drop outs, drug use, abortion, sexual diseases and crime, not to mention the exponential expansion of government and taxes, is dramatic. The "if it feels good, do it" lifestyle born of the 1960s has proved to be destructive and deadly."

Of course he has no grasp on how to interpret statistics either. Using his same logic, you could claim that the Voting Rights act of 1964, JFK's killing, the decline of the NY Yankess, etc caused the social ills he whines about- after all, they all happened at the same time- IDIOT!!!

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Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,

where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,

neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one

day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so

I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to

look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted

to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,

and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all

kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave

me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I

wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and

guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,

KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and

he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down

yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,

sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,

detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me

at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four

hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty

ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was

inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no

part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the

last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,

and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got

one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,

with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all

the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever

go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten

colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on

the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want

you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's

where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after

committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly

looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father

rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And

they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the

bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest

father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly

'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me

and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay

$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"

And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench

there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I

said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,

and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,

father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the

bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of

things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it

up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-

know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-

you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-

officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for

forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had

fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,

and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it

down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the

pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the

other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on

the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the

following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to

ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm

sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench

'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,

kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and

said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints

off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a

study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm

singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar

situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a

situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into

the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get

anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if

one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and

they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,

they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.

And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in

singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an

organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said

fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and

walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and

all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the

guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and

sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

Sly and the Family Stone, Cold Blood, James Brown, Malo, Santana, Ohio Players, ConFunkShun, Earth, Wind and Fire, Funkadelics/Parliment, Kool and the Gang, etc, etc.....

I could go on.

Yes, but he still has that 'uppity women' argument to fall back on... :g

Good point.

What was I thinking? :cool:

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

Yeah, even in U.K. I am listening to Traffic, full of fu***** heavy guitars, no horns...

Anyway I agree with Ted, the 60s were the starting point of the decline of the music...and the american empire. The right move was Elvis' one: go to the president Nixon and accusing those bastards coming from Liverpool for spreading the drug's culture among the innocent young americans...innocent WHITE americans.

nixon_and_elvis.jpg

...and Elvis was probably high on pills when the picture was taken...

And Tricky Dick probably had a stick up his butt.

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The 60s were sure as hell the beginning of the demise of horns in pop music.

Blood Sweat & Tears, Chicago, Tower of Power, Ten Wheel Drive, etc.

True. There've been many groups that used horns, but, the numbers and opportunities pale in comparison to the groups that don't, and the number has steadily decreased over the years. This phenom has carried over to commercials and promos where synthesizers are used to get horn[and strings(violins, etc.)] "sounds." Editing and overdubbing techniques are used to fill out horn sections, whereas one or two players record and overdub several parts. Generally speaking the mindset has been taken away from the player/artist and been replaced by another kind of art/artist, the editor. Computer editing programs in the hands of a somewhat musically savvy editor can make bad and mediocre players sound really good.

re: genius

I don't consider Hendrix, et al, genius(tho he might have been). I think the more appropriate/correct term would be ingenuity.

also: Funny how in some quarters a guy that's merely an adequate player is considered a virtuoso.

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True. There've been many groups that used horns, but, the numbers and opportunities pale in comparison to the groups that don't, and the number has steadily decreased over the years. This phenom has carried over to commercials and promos where synthesizers are used to get horn[and strings(violins, etc.)] "sounds." Editing and overdubbing techniques are used to fill out horn sections, whereas one or two players record and overdub several parts. Generally speaking the mindset has been taken away from the player/artist and been replaced by another kind of art/artist, the editor. Computer editing programs in the hands of a somewhat musically savvy editor can make bad and mediocre players sound really good.

...and live gigs were detronized by radios and jukebox... and the Pony Express was wiped off by telegraph and railways...so what?

In the XIX century learning an instrument was an essentialy part of any good bourgeois education. In the XX century a stereo gear was an essential furniture of every bourgeois house. In XXI century a wide band connection to internet and iTunes is an essential service of every bourgeois house.

They call it "Progress".

BTW a mediocre player IS a mediocre player if he has to play on a stage.

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True. There've been many groups that used horns, but, the numbers and opportunities pale in comparison to the groups that don't, and the number has steadily decreased over the years. This phenom has carried over to commercials and promos where synthesizers are used to get horn[and strings(violins, etc.)] "sounds." Editing and overdubbing techniques are used to fill out horn sections, whereas one or two players record and overdub several parts. Generally speaking the mindset has been taken away from the player/artist and been replaced by another kind of art/artist, the editor. Computer editing programs in the hands of a somewhat musically savvy editor can make bad and mediocre players sound really good.

...and live gigs were detronized by radios and jukebox... and the Pony Express was wiped off by telegraph and railways...so what?

In the XIX century learning an instrument was an essentialy part of any good bourgeois education. In the XX century a stereo gear was an essential furniture of every bourgeois house. In XXI century a wide band connection to internet and iTunes is an essential service of every bourgeois house.

They call it "Progress".

BTW a mediocre player IS a mediocre player if he has to play on a stage.

You're all heart. :)

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The closest/nextest/bestest thing to Hendrix you'll find these days is Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush....he'll be down here in Alexandria, VA in a couple of weeks. Maxoom, baby!

maxoom.jpg

Is he still around? I remember I had one of his kick-ass albums back in 1979 or so. Yeah, he's pretty good, but I don't listen to that kind of stuff any more.
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The closest/nextest/bestest thing to Hendrix you'll find these days is Frank Marino & Mahogany Rush....he'll be down here in Alexandria, VA in a couple of weeks. Maxoom, baby!

maxoom.jpg

Is he still around? I remember I had one of his kick-ass albums back in 1979 or so. Yeah, he's pretty good, but I don't listen to that kind of stuff any more.

Oh yeah...he's still kickin' around. Maybe this is the LP you had.....nice version of 'All Along The Watchtower' and that smokin' other number 'Down, Down, Down.'? I don't do those kind of shows anymore either....but I might have to make an exception just this one time.

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Is that one of the greatest album covers or what!

Careful, you may end up in a stranglehold, leading to cat scratch fever and before you know, it's a free for all.

;)

Serioulsy though, Ted's political shit wore out on me a long time ago, but I always thought he was a respected musician.

Not of course for his song writing but rather his playing skills.

Not that I know anything.

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hehe, oh what the fuck....

On a side note when I was in 5th grade I borrowed a copy of Cat Scratch Fever from my older brother and took it to school for Friday music day. I had is standing up under my desk by my feet with the cover facing out. My teacher saw the cover, shit a brick, took me outside and gave me 3 swats with a paddle and made me put the album in a brown paper bag. :P

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