papa was a rolling stone who got no satisfaction when his career was put on vanilla ice

i had a temptations to use just my imagination and start this blog with a pun, and while i ain't too proud to beg the writers to end their strike, i believe i still have some good lines of my own. right now jackie, i am listening to the mclean tenor playing of gene ammons. his tone cuts through me like a jacknife. the disc is the "boss is back," and it contains the first two albums (the boss is back and brother jug) that ammons made after being released from jail. ammons was jailed by our fascistic criminal justice system for 7 and a half years (1962-1969) for the "crime" of using heroin. remarkably, he came back sounding as good as ever, but sadly, only lived about 5 years more, and died in 1974. his tone was buddy rich, and he had more timber than tree rollins, sonny. his kind of playing was most appreciated by inner city black audiences, and a faithful coterie of die hard supporters, such as cyborg. perhaps most famous for his essential "boss tenor" album, he made many other great albums, including the fantastic "happy blues," groove blues," which featured john coltrane on alto sax (his only recorded performaces on the instrument) and "jug." (along with "boss" one of his nicknames) to be frankenstein, ammons was a monster. i can not even count dracula the ways that his music has satisfied me over the years. it is a sad commentary on our society that great musicians such as ammons are virtually unknown, while talentless sex symbols and arrogant actors of dubious distinction receive undue attention and money. at least, ammons, when free, made a pretty good living. his records sold well due to his following. bob, this allowed ammons to stay up to his ears in wein and stock. he had the support of the prestige records label, who recorded him often, even stockpiling recordings that were put out during his prison stint (a practice that ammons was greatful for.) you might even say that ammons was the tupac of his day. ammons also got steady club work, both in his home base of chicago, and in clubs throughout the country. such steady work was not offered to fellow geniuses like tina brooks and ike quebec, who remain even more unknown than ammons. as the once in a life time genius eric dolphy said when he was asked why he was leaving the country for europe "i'll be able to get some work there, and if you try to do something different in this country, they put you down for it." there are not enough computer that's so raven screens in the we are the world for me to comment on how great dolphy was. if you cannes reel in his recordings of "out there" and "far cry," among others, i suggest you do so. if you are out to lunch, than go after your night shift is over. please, you don't need another barry from east enders manilow cd. take the 1st step to listening to the giants of american music. so, jump into your hot rod, stewart, because here is that rainy day that you have been helen way-ting for. do not allow your ears to be brainwashed anymore, for while we may all be in whitney houston now, there is still time to turn the dallas page, and to be a maverick. come on, act on the spurs of the moment. why must you spend your time duncan a doughnut, tim? get off your arse. i don't mean to drop the bikes not bombs on you, but by george clinton, this funky situation will not get better until all you rascals out there decide that you want to be free by any means necessary. malcolm, you can't always be in the middle. it is time for you to catch a falling kay starr, and to spin the wheel of fortune, for this world is in jeopardy. that is why i am sending out this sos. don't you see that no one can edwin a war at this stage? you don't have to be agent double o-soul to see that. woman, i know you have soul galore, but it will take more than will, son, for us to turn this around. while i cherish our association, we need to take wing like byrds, and to buckingham this system that has become kind of a drag. you rascal, good lovin won't be enough. i don't put any creedence into that philosophy anymore, not while the water is far from clear. i ain't no senator's son, but i think i know a thing or two, and while mary may be too proud to acknowledge the depth of our disaster, that should not stop the rest of us from acting on the truths we have learned through the grapevine. i know you were raisin in california, pinko, but you can not be layed back anymore. you must act as if you have a chip on your shoulder.
we all must.
let us fight, but still remember to have pun, and let us always remember how great nelson riddle was.

onward to the revolution.

david has his sling shot.

how about you?