i went out and got saxophone colossus. hey, i can cop out on the fact that it was 5 bucks and i had credit. so, pinko, (down to your underwear) you don't have to burn, baby, burn, this disco for me, which is good, as you may have started an inferno if you had burned it.
by the way, is that roach an ego maniac or what? he solos to the max, leaving me ready for freddie and a trip to quebec, if you dig the tenor of what i'm saying.
once, my dad had a gig at an italian restaurant. the owner sees him, with his afro and somewhat racially ambiguous features, and says to the guitar player, "who are you bringing me here, sammy davis jr?" (you think he wouldn't mind the greatest entertainer in american history, but to a bigot, i guess anything black is bad.)
my dad's comeback?
"you're close. he's a black guy trying to be jewish, i'm a jewish guy trying to be black."
classic. the fascist ended up offering dad weeks of work, which papa mellish promptly turned down. sammy, it turns out, was already booked.
speaking of italians, they usually love black music, as long as white people are playing it. you get that a lot here in boston. there are plenty of good white jazz musicians. if you're black, you're best chance is if you are token female vocalist who isn't very good. other than that, go to new york. perhaps if you are lighter than rock newman, you got a shot. that was a low bowe, but it's the real deal.
speaking of this, an old italian guy donated his record collection to stereo jack's, my used record hang in cambridge. yep, italian. jazz recordings. white guys. lots of tjader and buddy defranco and sinatra and maynard ferguson and mel torme. a black guy? maybe lewis black. to be honest, he did have some basie and lena horne, if she counts, basie. now, all those white cats were bad dudes, although i'm not a big torme guy, buddy. but still, where is the mobley and ammons and stitt? the dude was so white he didn't even have zoot and al and stan and woods. i guess they used too many blacks as side men. man, bigotry is always there.
week off from work. cool thing. it's a little taste of freedom, makes you want more than these simple words i try to cey, ron. say you, say me, say it forever, that's the way it should sacramento bee. hear the news, there's good rockin tonight. some may read this, and think that i am off my john rocker, but they have never taken a subway in new york, so who cares if the sun cares to fall from beyond the sea. it is during these times that we need to be braves.
it has come out that obama stole from a speech given by guys and deval patrick (son of sunra bari player pat patrick, no lie) ah, plagerism. they used it against mlk, now obama.
sir, i knew mlk.
mlk was a friend of mine.
sir, obama is no mlk.
but the system doesn't just kill great men.
remember that the system will kill assholes too, if the asshole being killed is less of an asshole than the assholes that they want in power.
you can murder a man in a thousand ways. there's the 9 to 5, the rumor, the silly charge, the ticket for driving too slow. we all need to be careful.
having said that, fuck obama.
and just about everybody else too.
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