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Not Forgotten


Trout Mask Replica
Beyond and within are one
The Captain transcends

(“No words”)

Slide Guitar, Kolkata Style

May I introduce you to Debashish Bhattacharya?


Parting Gift*


* I shall be away for a few days, entwining souls with ancient companions. Hence the title.

Some balls to remake this Davis/Evans masterpiece, but they pull it off effortlessly. If your ears and hearts are on line, you might want to keep a tissue or two handy.


Jim Hall – Guitar
Chet Baker – Trumpet
Paul Desmond – Alto sax
Roland Hanna – Piano
Ron Carter – Bass
Steve Gadd – Drums

Enjoy and stay well.

Fare Thee Well

Fare Thee Well

Freedom, Compassion
Stewardship, Community
The Dead still alive



Truckin’ – Got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin’ – like the doodah man
Together – more or less in line
Just keep truckin’ on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit – it’s all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas – got a soft machine
Houston – too close to New Orleans
New York – got the ways and means
But just won’t let you be

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of True Love
Most of the time they’re sittin’ and cryin’ at home
One of these days they know they gotta get goin’
Out of the door and down to the street all alone

Truckin’ – like the doodah man
Once told me you got to play your hand
Sometimes – the cards ain’t worth a dime
If you don’t lay ’em down

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Living on reds, vitamin C and cocaine
All a friend can say is “Ain’t it a shame”

Truckin’ — up to Buffalo
Been thinkin’ – You got to mellow slow
Takes time – You pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on

Sittin’ and starin’ out of the hotel window
Got a tip they’re gonna kick the door in again
I’d like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you’re gonna come in

Busted – down on Bourbon Street
Set up – like a bowling pin
Knocked down – It gets to wearin’ thin
They just won’t let you be

You’re sick of hangin’ around and you’d like to travel
You’re tired of travel, you wanna settle down
I guess they can’t revoke your soul for tryin’
Get out of the door, light out and look all around

Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it’s been

Truckin’ – I’m goin’ home
Whoa-oh baby, back where I belong
Back home – Sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin’ on

Even White Folks Get The Blues

I see women here, yes, but no black folk yet.
One day before I pass over? Il faut espérer.

Bach To The Future

(This one’s for Jennifer.)


It’s music time again. 🙂


That’s Irony, Right?

Perfect Make Out Music


Like they say: Great Black Musuc

The Hours


Embrace or deny
Inevitable ticktock
There is no escape


Charlie Haden died on Friday. Long may his music live on.

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