What are you listening to now?

Gerard K H Love

Appreciate your friends
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Excellent! Awesome! This album has a song that could be played on some of the smooth jazz radio stations around the world. It's about 40 years old now.
 

Lolita Twist

Rose-hustler
It's a fantastic album. I remember my dad picked me up from homecoming one year on the night that my then-boyfriend broke up with me and we listened to Axis on the way home.
 
Grant Green...

Grant Green had some damn tone! He used to use extra heavy strings; strings that would make bass players smile. It really did wonders for his tone. I have a double CD of his stuff with Gershwin's It Ain't Necessarily So on it (with Blakey on drums) that just rocks.
 
Grant Green had some damn tone! He used to use extra heavy strings; strings that would make bass players smile. It really did wonders for his tone. I have a double CD of his stuff with Gershwin's It Ain't Necessarily So on it (with Blakey on drums) that just rocks.


Bill Hardman, a trumpet player, played often with Blakey (messengers era)...we drank together at The Romanian Gardens on Myrtlyle Ave, Brooklyn (88 - 90). He often started at 10 am...I only had the nerve to start at noon (like my grandfather). He said Blakey hit harder and softer than anyone (whatever that meant). Anyhow, most of the time the poems dont get written down. Honesty is the best policy.
 
Bill Hardman, a trumpet player, played often with Blakey (messengers era)...we drank together at The Romanian Gardens on Myrtlyle Ave, Brooklyn (88 - 90). He often started at 10 am...I only had the nerve to start at noon (like my grandfather). He said Blakey hit harder and softer than anyone (whatever that meant). Anyhow, most of the time the poems dont get written down. Honesty is the best policy.

Blakey was sensitive; he could wail the crap out of his kit or provide an almost silent groove; all in great time. I think Bill Hardman played with Mingus a few times, which brings up my point:

Listening to Mingus' "The Shoes of the Fisherman's Wife."
 
what's it with all the sheep?
(Man I love that dark slavic tone...)

I gonna translate this poem:
I'm poor
I'm poor

Tattered cottage
Sun is sunshing on it

My love told me
(I don't know what...)

You ask me why I don't sleep at home

Chorus:
Tattered cottage
Cottage has been tattered
Tattered cottage



Draw conclusions.
 

chronic

old and in the way
One Teletubbies episode about an hour and a half after ingesting a hit of yellow sunshine will really change your view of reality.

Really.

I mean it.


Those speaker thingies that rise up from the ground are freaky, dude. Whoa, the colors... the COLORS! :eek:
 
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