Weekend Overnight

Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers with Freddie Hubbard, Crisis, 1965.



Bill Evans, What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life, 1969.



Michael Brecker & Pat Metheny, Everyday I Thank You, 2003.



Johnny Smith, Black Is The Color, 1956.

It's All So Obvious

 

...that you're nuttier than a jar of chunky peanut butter, Glenn.



per Raw Story:

Conspiracy theorist Glenn Beck warned viewers of his Internet channel Thursday night that a set of public education standards encouraging math and language development is actually a massive global conspiracy designed to help the Chinese and, somehow, Muslims, take over the United States.

...

The standards were fashioned by the National Governors Association and the Council of Chief State School Officers. And according to Beck, those two organizations have conspired with multinational corporations to sell America out to China and Islam.

Of course, I knew those Comislamunist so-called 'Governors' (if that's what they're really so-called... hmmm?) were up to some insidiously fiendish bit of plot designed to bring America to its knees all along.

Can't fool me.

;>)

Weekend Overnight - 'Libera'

Ornette Coleman, Good Old Days, 1966.

Jimmy Giuffre, Paul Bley and Steve Swallow, Stretching Out, 1961. 

Henry Grimes trio, The Call, 1965.

Sunny Murray,  This Nearly Was Mine, 1969.

Jeanne Lee, Your Ballad, 1974.

Old Memes In New Bottles 24 - That Old Black Devil

Apparently, American television producers are no longer capable of rendering unto their slack-jawed public a believable caricature purported to represent his most infernal prince of darkness, the Imperial Luciferian Executive.
Too bad, so sad.
However, I'm at pains to point out to those with diminished attention spans that a Dark Sith does not a devil make.

Cue the announcer:



Hey, Hollywood types - If you're going to geek out ...you've got to get up early.

...from 2009.

;>)

Ten Years And It Never Ends

...except for some:

...I write this letter, my last letter, to you, Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney. I write not because I think you grasp the terrible human and moral consequences of your lies, manipulation and thirst for wealth and power. I write this letter because, before my own death, I want to make it clear that I, and hundreds of thousands of my fellow veterans, along with millions of my fellow citizens, along with hundreds of millions more in Iraq and the Middle East, know fully who you are and what you have done. You may evade justice but in our eyes you are each guilty of egregious war crimes, of plunder and, finally, of murder, including the murder of thousands of young Americans—my fellow veterans—whose future you stole.

Your positions of authority, your millions of dollars of personal wealth, your public relations consultants, your privilege and your power cannot mask the hollowness of your character. You sent us to fight and die in Iraq after you, Mr. Cheney, dodged the draft in Vietnam, and you, Mr. Bush, went AWOL from your National Guard unit. Your cowardice and selfishness were established decades ago. You were not willing to risk yourselves for our nation but you sent hundreds of thousands of young men and women to be sacrificed in a senseless war with no more thought than it takes to put out the garbage.  - Tomas Young

;>)

Don't Be Led In The Wrong Direction

Wilson Pickett ~ Ninety Nine and a Half (Wont Do) , 1966.

Weekend Overnight

The Benny Carter Trio (Oscar Peterson, Gene Krupa), Laura, 1953.



Sarah Vaughan, The Man I Love, 1964.



Bill Evans, Sometime Ago, 1977.



Thelonious Monk, Caravan, 1955.

Who's gonna pay the piper for the song he sings?

The Four Horsemen, Tired Wings, 1991.