just the parking lot would make his head spin

shut up an take a hit off the balloon, nerdlinger

To be fair, the list of artists “less talented” than Miles Freaking Davis is miles long and includes a lot of great talent. You’re comparing them to the master.

“Kind Of Blue” should be the mainline for anyone wishing to get involved.

‘Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill
up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he’d died
out on the mainline

Don’t do it, don’t start with Kind of Blue, that’s the heavy stuff, maaaaaan!

In his biography, between all the “motherfuckers”, Miles was quite scathing about the Cool wing of jazz. To him, it was white motherfuckers taking his stuff and making it palatable for other white motherfuckers. A little harsh, maybe, but hey, if Miles says it and uses the word “motherfucker” 20 times a page, it has to be true, right?

mistressnickstress@hotmail.com

Work required my extended absence, but if you’re still reading this thread, $100 may not be an offer I can’t refuse, but it is certainly an offer I would have to consider. You might want to check the condition — I would say good to excellent (I’m not a hardcore collector, but at least respectful of my stuff); it is definitely not mint.

Marshall stacks. I removed the “Marshall” and reformed the letters to display something witty and personal, like “Sharma,” which is my favorite thing to get at the Falafel Hut, and “Wall Rash,” which was the only other thing that wasn’t already taken, so I had to make up a story about having to sleep standing up on a wall with stucco facing at this house party once because the show was so intense and totally full of people who knew, like, Tsunami and that one dude who was Urge Overkill’s cocaine source. Both my Marshall tweaks are trademarked and copyrighted. I haven’t actually turned the thing on.

I also have a Traynor head that requires Soviet tubes. I know this because I always say it “requires Soviet tubes” whenever people ask me about it. I haven’t turned that one on, either, Reagan put the kibosh on that. Glasnost my ass! I had an Orange that I left in the girl’s restroom in Under Acme after headlining a bill with your favorite bands, and it was 1974, and their parents were the only people who showed up because the bands were still embryos. I only liked their early stuff anyway so it was cool. I had to break up my band when the drummer could not fashion “Ya Mama” out of the Yamaha insignia, also I never turned on my amps, and so we only put out super-rare seven-inches on labels in places such as Chicago and Lexington. They are all owned by bespectacled, backpack-wearing middle-aged men in Lancaster County, PA, who are married to freelance graphic artists and ambivalent about having kids.

There, I am done making fun of myself. gbear what is the name of your band if you are not done checking this thread

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCumH8LRo1A

from Mr. Show.

So, unpacking this “logic” a bit, he seems to be saying that most left-wingers(though not over 1.1%, of course) do expose themselves to “contrary narratives”, i.e self-proclaimed right-wingers, but since we do so to laugh at and refute them it doesn’t count. Right-wingers also expose themselves to “contrary narratives”, i.e news sources like the AP that the right-wingers assume are left-wing because their narrative is contrary to their right-wing fantasy world, also to laugh at and refute those sources, but IT’S DIFFERENT AND BETTER WHEN THEY DO IT SO SHUT UP!

Amps:

Solid State = Pearce

Tube = Matchless

AMHIK

Time Out is soda pop for jazz newbies wearing bow ties.

“Kind Of Blue” should be the mainline for anyone wishing to get involved.

I always mixup Time Out and Take Five.

Which would probably prove your point, if I was indeed a jazz newbie. And makes me agree with you more, although Pick Up Sticks is very good.

Time Out is the gateway drug for jazz newbies.

He played Time Out, of course, but he made enough changes to it that the head was almost unrecognizable. It really perturbed the one dude that had yelled “Play Time Out!” like he was at a Skynyrd concert.

You’re probably the kind of guy that assumes that any Frank Zappa fan is just in it for the Yellow Snow.