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I swear Huckleberry must practice this look of angelic innocence when we're not around. Don't buy his sweet-little-me schtick.
Man, I want to get a sash and collect me a bunch of merit badges, except maybe "knows how to collect semen from more than one species" badge. That's just yucky.
Look what I found.
The sound quality is horrible, but so what? It's not like we're a bunch of audiophiles around here. (Kidding.)
You have to know these songs in order to appreciate what's going on in the videos. (Serious.) To those who are not already familiar with the songs, the videos may present nothing more than an awful lot of red light and loud noise. To me, however, these videos are pure beauty.
And they do offer some idea of what our live shows were like. For instance, "Jackals - Live. Part 1." is exactly the way I choose to remember seeing things…
The original transparencies of an iconic Beatles album cover had been thrown in the garbage and crushed.
Did the Himalayas and the Tibetan plateau rebound "like a cork" in response to losing their massive anchoring mantle?
I can't believe I missed Clive James' wonderful paean to the Duke in Slate earlier this month. Better linked to late than never, I suppose.
James does, in my opinion, conveniently ignore entire swaths of John Coltrane's profoundly melodic work in his praise of Ben Webster. I guess that proves he's still human.
Kind of cool—and very well done, although the first thing I loaded in was "argh," which Kate could not pronounce.
Even if you read my news article, about Joyce Hatto's recordings, David Hurwitz' Classics Today editorial will supply new information.
Hurwitz also makes an important point: "We also should not forget that somewhere in this mess there is, apparently, the very human story of a career cut short, a struggle with a terminal illness, and a loving husband who lost his wife--unless that turns out to be nonsense as well."