Miles Davis - Trumpet Gary Bartz - Alto, Soprano saxes Keith Jarrett - RMI ElectraPiano/organ Chick Corea - Hohner Electra-Piano Dave Holland - Bass Jack DeJohnette - Drums Airto Moreira - Percussion
"If Bitches Brew was a calling card to a more dense, rock and funk-inflected Miles, the group that followed pushed the limits even further, with a thick and, at times, nearly unfathomable chaos that clearly challenged anyone who thought that Miles had 'sold out.'"-John Kelman
It has been called the "slowest-growing religion in the world", but what is Dudeism?
Dudeism is a religion whose primary objective is to promote a philosophy and lifestyle represented by the character of "the Dude" in the Coen Brothers' 1998 film The Big Lebowski. An ancient philosophy that preaches non-preachiness and practices as little as possible, the Dudeist belief system is essentially a modernized form of Taoism.
The Church of the Latter-Day Dude was founded in 2005 by Oliver Benjamin, a journalist based in Los Angeles, California and Chiang Mai, Thailand and launched its official publication, The Dudespaper, in the fall of 2008. The Dudeist holy book,The Tao Dude Ching went online in July 2009. It is a reinterpretation of the Tao Te Ching using dialogue and story elements from The Big Lebowski. The Dudeist worldview has existed since the beginnings of civilization, primarily to correct societal tendencies towards aggression and excess.
Jazz Saxophonist and composer John Coltrane was born 83 years ago today. The phrase “sheets of sound" refers to the tenor saxophonist's cascades of arpeggios. Coltrane reshaped modern jazz and influenced generations of other musicians. John Coltrane performed constantly during most of his career. Sadly, John would pass on July 17, 1967.
... and now claims the No. 1 spot, beating out the Arctic Monkeys and even the Beatles, the Associated Press reports. Modernists are baffled, and Dame Vera herself is 'more than a little surprised'.
Frank Kelly Rich unveils his plan on how we can STIMULATE our ailing economy:
Allow drinking on the job. So long as there isn’t risk to life or limb involved, workers would be allowed to have at it while on the clock. A pint of beer on every desk, a bottle of vodka in every watercooler, a giddy smile on every face. A great fleet of portable bars manned by singing bartenders should roll through every office building and factory like great harbingers of hope. Imagine the inspiration and motivation this would unleash. Chaps would be storming into work 15 minutes early, practically demanding to get down to business.
Force bars to stay open 24/7. That whole “last call” thing plainly smacks of defeatism. Millions of new bartending, cocktail waitress and cab driver jobs would open up (I think we already have enough bouncers), and it would foster a real sense that the nation is ready to get rolling again, at any possible moment. It would create more opportunity for entrepreneurs to hatch those brilliant schemes that can only be incubated in bars, like topless golf courses and round-the-clock hovercraft service to Vegas. Instead of moping around at home, absorbing yet another horrific bummer from the black-hearted media, citizens would be out amongst their own, ferociously stimulating the economy. Not to mention each other.
Every worker receives a six-pack, jug of wine or bottle of liquor with each paycheck. The effect would be immediate. It would not only serve to rid the workforce of a great deal of stress, it would instill massive amounts of consumer confidence. There’s nothing like a skinful of booze to make you want to go out and spread some capital around. It would galvanize the shiftless into getting jobs. Not to mention the boost it would give the alcohol industry—did you know the US beer industry alone employs 1.8 million people? With a little effort we can surely double that.
... and by the way, while you're reading this, you're missing this year's fest!
*"Militia Song lyrics": "Studied mathematics in Berkely Now I don't like society Got me a little old shack in the woods Gonna mail you out some explosive goods They say my brother's insane and simple But he lived in west Texas in a hole in the ground I'm the only bomber that you'll ever need Keep the commie Californians from repressing me "
...Blogging has been light, of late, as I've been out of the office. I've been off to the races, and also logging in some hours at my other office-the Tin & Lint Co. in Saratoga Springs.
This local "gin mill" is reminiscent of The Park City's Golden Star--and I mean that in a good way. The bar is also the site where singer Don McClean wrote that awful song.
