Friday, October 31, 2008

Ah, The Frights Gone By

For those of us who struggle with last minute costume ideas...

Things can be surprisingly quick and easy.

They'll Never Guess What Ah Am, Heh Heh Heh

And of course, one could always find something more ornately apropo:

We Have Such Sights To Show You

The Wicked Mayor Of The East

There are many who like a touch of levity:

Mr. Joe's Wrangled

...And couples who wish to explore their secret desires.

Don't Touch Me There

Perhaps some would like to pay tribute to a pop group of the day:

In The AEI

However you choose to advertise your inner self, have a safe event, and please don't play any juvenile pranks...if you can help it.

Dick Or Treat


Is It True That I'm No Longer Young?



Born with a silver spoon but never a greasy heart, who's seen a time for love and a time for letting it be...And now, she paints the parade.

Happy birthday, Grace Slick.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sunday Overnight

Sonny Rollins, Don Cherry, Billy Higgins and Henry Grimes, 52nd Street Theme, Rome, 1963.

The Miles Davis Quintet, Walkin', 1967.

Jazz Because

Merl Saunders, Aunt Monk, 1974.

Condolences to his family and friends.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

R.I.P., the Human Tornado

Sorry to hear of the passing of Rudy Ray Moore, a/k/a Dolemite ('Who?') and Petey Wheatstraw...The man who made them dance.


(links NSFW)

The First Generation That's Learned To Fight

'My friends', Max and the Marginalized have embarked on a new fantastic voyage to share with us.

But first, A toast...To Your Health.

Be sure to download their latest release,
The John McCain LP a computer convenient to you.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

That Old Blackface Magic


A couple of years back, I was a racist.

Well, not really...But a highly publicized work of mine trafficked in racist imagery, and by doing so utterly devalued a larger point that I was attempting to make. For that error in judgement, I alone am responsible.

At the time, this circumstance sufficed to provoke some whose agendas I agreed with (and some with whom I did not) into a heated discussion of my character and motivations.

Most of this dialog was as accurate as any conjecture could be regarding an individual cloaked in the anonymity of the Internet, yet although some words that were 'intended to wound' indeed left their mark I eventually healed up and moved on, resolving to learn from the experience and avoid a repetition of the same lack of sensitivity toward others.

Since that time, I have noticed that in spite of the publicity surrounding that event (a brief, but rather loud ballyhooing not only within the then-limited confines of the blogosphere, but also within numerous organs of the mainstream media), others continue to insist on using that same imagery replete with its historically negative connotations whenever they wish to disparage something or someone whom they disagree with.

One could draw a simplistic conclusion from this, I suppose - that, given a chance not to dabble in exponentially hurtful material, some insist on their right to be ignorant, racist fucks regardless of the consequences.

I find it a somewhat discomfiting fact in the West that some of the so-called 'visual pundit' class appear all too willing to continually use 'blackface' (and this time,on a black man) as a marginalization stratagem toward denigrating an individual's well-reasoned philosophical choice - and when pressed on it, find themselves completely unable to justify said usage. Qu'elle surprise!

To imply that one is a traitor, and purblindedly ethnocentric, merely for casting their own lot between two starkly opposed alternatives, shows a philosophy distinctly bereft of the critical thinking skills needed to survive the oncoming hard times brought about by years of deliberately malfeasant Right wing governance.

Good luck with that evolutionary strategy, assholes.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Sunday Overnight

A taste of the Roaring 20's with Jelly Roll Morton, Hesitation Blues.

...and Count Basie with his 1953 lineup, Softly With Feeling...R.I.P., Mr. Neal Hefti, here playing Repetition with Bird on alto, 1947.

Hey, Mavericky

Hey, Mavericky

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

John McCain Was A...



MM_John McCain LP

"My friends", our friends Max & The Marginalized have released a fine platter for your perusal (and earned themselves a hearty repast after 52 songs in 52 weeks - mission accomplished, gentlemen).

Here's a little sample - Teflon John.

Show them some love, and don't forget to vote - like Canada did.

F*ckin' snowbacks


Monday, October 13, 2008

"Crash! Fwee-Whoop! Pow!"

Crash! Fwee-Whoop! Pow!

h/t Andrew Sullivan.



My friend SteveAudio has notified us that his mother, Ruth, passed away Saturday evening.

Condolences to her family and friends.

'May your joys be as bright as the morning, and your sorrow but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love'

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Sunday Overnight

Remembering Jimmy Blanton (1918-42), one of the first double bass virtuosi, laying it down here with Duke on Jack The Bear.

And Duke again, playing Caravan with Max and Mingus on the Money Jungle date, 1962.

Middle Class Killers

Middle Class Killers

For my old pal Jane.