Love the suggestions for world peace with one exception: I’ll give up mooning when they pry my ass from my cold dead hands! Er…
Hey Daren, I have a vague recollection of crossing paths with you at a Pat Methenu concert in Syracuse when we were both romping around our respective hills in Ithaca. Do I remember this correctly?
I don't think that was me. Metheny was never really my thing. Here's a weird jazz recollection, though. I recently remembered taking Dawn Tallman to the Trafalmadore Cafe to see Dizzy Gillespie. I'm proud of it, but I can't imagine how 18-year-old me thought I needed to see Diz.
This guy is so bright, his mother must have called him lightbulb. Thanks, for the opportunity, Daren. Now about that liquid compensation.
Love the suggestions for world peace with one exception: I’ll give up mooning when they pry my ass from my cold dead hands! Er…
Hey Daren, I have a vague recollection of crossing paths with you at a Pat Methenu concert in Syracuse when we were both romping around our respective hills in Ithaca. Do I remember this correctly?
I don't think that was me. Metheny was never really my thing. Here's a weird jazz recollection, though. I recently remembered taking Dawn Tallman to the Trafalmadore Cafe to see Dizzy Gillespie. I'm proud of it, but I can't imagine how 18-year-old me thought I needed to see Diz.
Similarly, Mary Ellen Gianturco’s sister and I went to see Lionel Hampton at the Tralf. Why Lionel and his vibraphone? Good question!
The leading authority on such things says that LH's Flyin' Home is the beginning of Rock and Roll. I'm sure that's what you had in mind:
https://500songs.com/podcast/flying-home-by-the-benny-goodman-sextet/
That explains my urge to headbang during the concert
Wasn’t Dawn Tallman from Purley? 😉