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by the way, "i am the scottsboro boys" was an awesome comment! thank you for digging my ginsberg reference. some may che it was only a fidel castro ruz to induce such a comment, but i truly felt that it ended the blog nicely. that's how i feel. i am not going to beat around george h. w. bush's vice president, who was no jack kennedy. however, he did resemble john kennedy. jack woker me up to tell me that line, and then we listened to records on his stereo. happiness is just a thing called jo stafford, i thought, as i heard the clear sounds of standards, which made me remember april in rebecca paris, autumn in new york, and mooning in vermont. don't let the holy ghost catch you crying, ray charles said. he then asked "am i blue mitchell?" i told him no, you are ray charles, one of the stevie wonder's of the world, and you have been george shearing the joy of music with us for decades. we are lucky to live in your orbison, for everytime we are al hurt, you make us feel better. david feels like a newman everytime your records are played. once, we even convinced him to hit the abbey road with jack kennedy, but he had a woman named helen way over town, and didn't want to travel. i thought that whether helen was reddy or not, that newman was a man and his roar should have been garfield heard. he should have taken a shot. instead, he stayed home for short money, and was forced to work overtime, getting up each morning before the phoenix suns would rize. he would practically dance out of bed for his morning meal of chips and salsa, and a glass of paul newman's mango tango. luke meanwhile, was a real hustler who would always play his hand nice and cool. somebody up there may have liked him, for he was always finding items at tony's department store on zale. once, he was caught robinson the store of some sugar. there was a ray of hope that they would let it pass, in an attempt to unitas as a community, for any johnny come lately can steel. after an attempt to iron out the arrangement, which proved to be a real riddle, we settled for thyme served. we settled on the earlier spelling, which made it seem as if he had actually spent some time in prison. i don't mean to pry, son, but richard, he didn't have a pryor record, and in any case, prison is for the larry birds. it has no place in a society filled with david justice. in prison, you are likely to get your cher, sonny, of dick johnson, as there are a lack of sonny stitt recordings in prison libraries. perhaps a good stitt in movement could begin to correct this heinous injustice. perhaps if i made a personal appearance at some prisons around the nation, they would begin to tim stack their libraries with his recordings. however, i feel that i am caught between the devil and the deap blue sea, because i never knew how much red garland tape you have to go through in order to make a difference. dinah, what a difference a day made when i went to washington and actually came face to face with and met the press. the curruption, the ineptitude! g-d. but, i made a difference. stan getz it.
do you?