...As Cody B can attest, I've written in publications elsewhere about "*why I love jazz so much*":http://rhino.com/RZine/StoryKeeper.lasso?StoryID=922 , not that new-fangled, electro-muzak they pump on those "Cool Jazz" stations that makes me want to tear my teeth out with my bare hands, no...I'm talking about that stuff that got dropped from the early 50s on into the early 60s...I'm talking about five or six guys, masters of their axes, working shit out on a small stage at the back of a smoke-filled room like NYC's Birdland, the Blue Note or the It Club in Los Angeles...I listen to this shit sometimes and feel like I was born a couple of decades too late (at least on the music tip)...
...I put a word out that I'd lost a lot of my digital Miles Davis tunage the other day and got sorted out by a couple of my homebiscuits on the fly (thanks Mog Group)...I'm lying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling and listening to all the stuff I got- just smoking cigarettes 'n watching Captain Kangaroo as the Statler Brothers would put it...this is what I sometimes do when I wake up and can't go back to sleep-- whatever's clever...and now, a few notes from one of the coolest motherfuckers to ever pick up a trumpet, rockin' wild, laying it down and hooking it up with the title track from his Milestones album which featured swinging fat cats like Julian "Cannonball" Adderley; John Coltrane; Red Garland; Paul Chambers and Philly Joe Jones...it's upbeat...it's bad-to-the-bone and...well, just checkit...
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