how is it...

that there are always more great jazz recordings, especially from the 50's and 60's? it's that early lp era, when the great independent labels were around in new york and los angeles. bird and diz had led to a bunch of bitches, and others, like the brothers, kept the sound of the pres on the scene. man, the well never runs dry! today, i found "the magnificent thad jones, volume 3" and "conte candoli and lee morgan, double or nothin." a few days ago, it was a rare album by bill barron, kenny's older brother and a friend of trane, the heath brothers, and others from the philly days of the 40's. after a long day, or week, or just to go to as a desirable destination, i will hit stereo jack's, or looney tunes, or newbury comics, and go through the cd's and/or lp's. sometimes i'm in a rush, other times i am purposefully patient, for one never knows when the next find will find your fingers. the whole thing is a bit crazy, and sometimes i call myself on my buying ways. "why don't you just appreciate what you have, or go to the library, or listen to pandora?" i ask myself. and such sentiments will win out for a week or so, until the bug hits again. the thing is, once you know the thrill of finding a recording of great merit that you didn't know existed, it is hard to walk away from, especially when the world in general is so fucked. perhaps that's the main thing; the practice of searching through thousands of albums and trudging through snow to trade discs, insane as it may be, allows me to maintain a measure of sanity. so here's to jazz, the greatest, and perhaps only, true american artform. largely a result of black musical genius, its results speak to all who are aware of its wonders. sadly, that means only a few of us.

but hey, what the fuck do the masses know?