Sunday Overnight

Louis Prima with Sam Butera and the Witnesses, Pennies From Heaven, 1957.



Lester Young, Johnny Guarnieri, Slam Stewart, and Sid Catlett, Just You, Just Me, 1943.



Steps (Mike Mainieri, Don Grolnick, Peter Erskine, Michael Brecker, Eddie Gomez), Pools, 1982.



Fats Navarro, Hank Jones, Ray Brown, and Shelly Manne, The Things We Did Last Summer, 1949.

All My Money's Spent But That's Alright

Cheap Trick, Clock Strikes Ten, 1977.

Fresh White Culture

And in honor of my hospital visit today...

'Time's running out, don't know where to hide'

;>)

Fuck Polanski...

...Free Marc Emery.




Addendum: In all seriousness (admittedly an elusive quality hereabouts at times), Roman Polanski is a convicted sex criminal who fled as a coward from his due judgment, then attempted to justify his act by stating '...everybody wants to f*ck young girls'.

All of his celebrity apologists should be ashamed of themselves for countenancing such flagrant aberrancy.

Whatever one's thinking regarding the relative morality of international marijuana seed sales, and notwithstanding the obviously very real legal penalties for same...Marc Emery isn't running.

Such is the measure of character.

Going Rogaine

...because a change of life doesn't have to include a cold chin.

;>)

Sunday Overnight

Bud Powell, with Ray Brown and Max Roach, All God's Chillun Got Rhythm, 1949.



The Woody Herman Orchestra featuring Stan Getz, Early Autumn, 1948.



Charles 'Yardbird' Parker, Just Friends/If I Should Lose You/April in Paris, 1950.



Art Tatum, Tenderly, 1951.

No One Escapes The Village, Dear

...Are your lives your own?

;>)

The scum rises, the scum sets...

...and yet another disinformation strategy masquerading as an op-ed in the WSJ under Karl Rove's byline appears on the ink-smudged horizon. Oh, goodie.

Evidently, some people never get tired of having their fiction deficit assuaged by dirty tricksters laboring under somewhat threadbare credulity, yet who somehow miraculously retain a imprimatur of official deference.

Hey, rich folks...Ever thought of what's going to happen when the great unwashed societal mass gets tired of your overweening need to have more than everyone else at the expense of everyone else?

To paraphrase the great Harlan Ellison...Mme. Defarge's knitting needles, click clack, click clack.

;>)

Leave Glenn Beck alone!

...If you're one of those nasty-wasty reporter types looking for a scoop to earn your blood money, that is.

Isn't there a missing blonde co-ed somewhere, or a dead celebrity with a hitherto-undisclosed shameful past that is in need of maximally saturated coverage?

At long last, have you no decency?

;>)