Archive: January, 2008

mark weber | my photo

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

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That photo was shot at a joint called Widow Brumm’s in Pomona California way back when — circa 1980 — when Ray (who called himself H.Ray Crawford at that time) was living at the YMCA (yes, he’s the guy on OUT OF THE COOL ) (and on a million Jimmy Smith records) I first heard rumors he was playing this dive Bells Barbecue down at 5 Points in Pomona (not recommended for white folks) and caught him there a couple times and then caught him at Jimmy Smith’s Supper Club. Just a great great guitarist.

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bill payne | conversations

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

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The clarinet in jazz seems to go in and out of fashion every couple of decades. This may be in part because its subtle sounds don‘t necessarily fit with the high-volume, over-miked and often heavily electronic ensembles of our contemporary music culture; and partly also, I suspect, because in its understated way the clarinet conveys emotions with directness that challenges our desensitized comfort zones.

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 The Desert And The City [2:48m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

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mark weber | gerald locklin | zerx chapbook no. 60

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

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cal haines | drum solo number one

Monday, January 7th, 2008
 Cal Haines Drum Solo Number One [3:53m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

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for Quincy

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

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Our dear friend Quincy got away from us last night (Dec. 31, 2007) at 10:15. The report from Bob his neighbor & landlord is that it was painless and quiet, at home. Mark Weber

It’s funny the way most people love the dead. Once you are dead, you are made for life. Jimi Hendrix, Rolling Stone, December 2, 1976

Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody. J. D. Salinger

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