the thread where we post like jazz musicians

But Trane, on the other hand, he was one of them spiritual muthafuckas.

hoos thread

Man where that cat hoos at?

Hoos has chops, man. He might not always show up on the thread, but when he does? He will tear up them changes.

my HS jazz teacher liked to say "I'm diggin' it, man."

"stuff"

You cats...let's try it again...this time watch for the handsignals Gummy Roll. a three a four

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"Hey. Can we come in? Beano's clarinet's gettin' wet."

If someone has been escaping reality, I don’t expect him to dig my posting.

i have a jass gig tonight

Groovy!

See trouble is that cats these days either think they know somethin or pretend they know nothin, but none of em can blow! Back in the day you could walk into any club doorway on the South Side and see guys takin tunes apart, eatin "Giant Steps" for breakfast, but now? You're lucky if you get showtunes or a Black Sabbath cover. Everybody's boring or tryin real hard to be exciting, and damn if that ain't boring too!

See, hoos speaks truth. He's one of them on point cats.

You all need to check out this book called The Sevenfold Noble Way of the Alternate Path to the Planetary Tribunals of the Mind. Hoos put me on that. Made me change my whole concept so it's more about a holistic approach, like applying ALL musical knowledge to the way you play.

it's not what he's posting it's what he's not posting.

hoos comes in and he's all tripped out and fried on god knows what and says he's found the greatest oyster bar in the whole world and i'm going, "shit in a hat" cuz it's only tuesday but he's already done his thursday or even friday drinking already so i say, "okay, hoos, tell us about this greatest oyster bar in the whole world" and he gets this bug-eyed look on him like i've never seen and he grabs johnny (you know johnny right?) by the forearm and johnny's looking a little agitated cuz he's got his new jacket on, the one he was telling us about the other night that he got for a good deal, and it's a nice jacket but sometimes i just wanna go c'mon, johnny, it's not that nice, but he's wearing it tonight again because that chick that always comes around was gonna come around tonight and he wanted to wear that jacket cuz he wants her to see him in it cuz he likes the way it makes him look, makes him look thinner, johnny says, and makes him stand straighter but i don't know, so johnny he's standing there looking agitated while hoos is grabbing him by the forearm and i can tell by the wrinkles on johnny's forehead that he doesn't want hoos to wrinkle his jacket because johnny told me earlier that night that he seen that chick there tonight, that's the grammar he used, but hoos keeps on grabbing him by the forearm and leans in close, all bug-eyed and sparked and he says, "this oyster bar, right, it's only open from midnight to 3:14 in the morning on even-numbered days, and that's still only when the cat who runs it feels like opening it, but i'm telling you, you eat these oysters and you BELIEVE," and just stands back like he's said something, and the other guys, they all get these looks like they've heard something, but me, i'm not riding that train, i've heard hoos talk like that enough times to know if something smells like shit it probably is, but johnny, he's the first one to speak, he says, "oysters are an aphrodisiac, aren't they?"

fuckin' johnny

baHAHAHAHAHAHA aphrodisiajomah! THEYWASAFOJAMADAH! HAHAHAH! JOHNAAAAAY!

Have you guys ever talked to the door guy at Smalls? Once I went to see Mel Rhyne and Jimmy Cobb, and I asked him who the third guy was, and he said the name. And then he's like, "You know who the third man is tomorrow? Frank Wess." And I'm like, "Oh, that's cool. Tenor player, right?" And he's like "TENOR PLAYER?! SHIT! HE'S ON (OBSCURE COLTRANE RECORD)!!!"

You think you can come on this thread and talk trash about Frank Wess?

`Haw haw! You're funny, doctor.' `Ah, you're crying again. Here, dry your eyes, Mingus, and don't bullshit me.' `Haw! Now I got you cursing!' `You've got no exclusive on cursing. Don't bullschitt me. You're a good man, Charles, but there's a lot of fabrication and fantasy in what you say. For instance, no man could have as much intercourse in one night as you claim to have had.' `The hell he couldn't! Maybe I did exaggerate some things like the weight-lifting and all that 'cause I really don't know how much those bar bells weighed but only two other guys could pick 'em up and their feet sank into the ground!' `You're changing the subject, my friend. I was asking about the Mexican girls. Why are you obsessed with proving you're a man? Is it because you cry?' `I am more of a man than any dirty white cocksucker! I did fuck twenty-three girls in one night, including the boss's wife! I didn't dig it - I did it because I wanted to die and I hoped it would kill me. But on the way back from Mexico I still felt unsatisfied so I stopped and . . .' `Go on . . . are you ashamed?' `Yes because it felt better when I did it to myself than with all those twenty-three dirty-ass whores. They don't love men, they love money.' `How can you know what they love, Charles? Here. Dry your eyes.' `Schitt. Fuck it. Even you just dig money!' `Then don't pay me.' `Oh, I dig your psychology! You know saying that makes me want to pay you double.'

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Cat-Toilet PicFirst, you must train your cat to use a home-made cardboard litter box, if you have not already done so. (If your box does not have a one-piece bottom, add a cardboard that fits inside, so you have a false bottom that is smooth and strong. This way the box will not become soggy and fall out at the bottom. The grocery store will have extra flat cardboards which you can cut down to fit exactly inside your box.)

Be sure to use torn up newspaper, not kitty litter. Stop using kitty litter. (When the time comes you cannot put sand in a toilet.)

Once your cat is trained to use a cardboard box, start moving the box around the room, towards the bathroom. If the box is in a corner, move it a few feet from the corner, but not very noticeably. If you move it too far, he may go to the bathroom in the original corner. Do it gradually. You've got to get him thinking. Then he will gradually follow the box as you move it to the bathroom. (Important: if you already have it there, move it out of the bathroom, around, and then back. He has to learn to follow it. If it is too close to the toilet, to begin with, he will not follow it up onto the toilet seat when you move it there.) A cat will look for his box. He smells it.

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Now, as you move the box, also start cutting the brim of the box down, so the sides get lower. Do this gradually.

Finally, you reach the bathroom and, eventually, the toilet itself. Then, one day, prepare to put the box on top of the toilet. At each corner of the box, cut a little slash. You can run string around the box, through these slashes, and tie the box down to the toilet so it will not fall off. Your cat will see it there and jump up to the box, which is now sitting on top of the toilet (with the sides cut down to only an inch or so.)

Don't bug the cat now, don't rush him, because you might throw him off. Just let him relax and go there for awhile-maybe a week or two. Meanwhile, put less and less newspaper inside the box.

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One day, cut a small hole in the very center of his box, less than an apple-about the size of a plum-and leave some paper in the box around the hole. Right away he will start aiming for the hole and possibly even try to make it bigger. Leave the paper for awhile to absorb the waste. When he jumps up he will not be afraid of the hole because he expects it. At this point you will realize that you have won. The most difficult part is over.

From now on, it is just a matter of time. In fact, once when I was cleaning the box and had removed it from the toilet, my cat jumped up anyway and almost fell in. To avoid this, have a temporary flat cardboard ready with a little hole, and slide it under the toilet lid so he can use it while you are cleaning, in case he wants to come and go, and so he will not fall in and be scared off completely. You might add some newspaper up there too, while you are cleaning, in case your cat is not as smart as Nightlife was.

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Now cut the box down completely until there is no brim left. Put the flat cardboard, which is left, under the lid of the toilet seat, and pray. Leave a little newspaper, still. He will rake it into the hole anyway, after he goes to the bathroom. Eventually, you can simply get rid of the cardboard altogether. You will see when he has got his balance properly.

Don't be surprised if you hear the toilet flush in the middle of the night. A cat can learn how to do it, spurred on by his instinct to cover up. His main thing is to cover up. If he hits the flush knob accidentally and sees that it cleans the bowl inside, he may remember and do it intentionally.

Also, be sure to turn the toilet paper roll around so that it won't roll down easily if the cat paws it. The cat is apt to roll it into the toilet, again with the intention of covering up- the way he would if there were still kitty litter.

It took me about three or four weeks to toilet train my cat, Nightlife. Most of the time is spent moving the box very gradually to the bathroom. Do it very slowly and don't confuse him. And, remember, once the box is on the toilet, leave it a week or even two. The main thing to remember is not to rush or confuse him.

Good luck. Charles Mingus

yeah, that's about right. steve jordan was playing drums and it was a really sloppy show, in the good way. band didn't know what tune sonny was gonna start playing or what was going to happen next.

-- Jordan, Friday, March 28, 2008 5:48 PM (0 seconds ago) Bookmark Link

Both those motherfuckers were motherfucking motherfuckers.