Listening to pianist Don Pullen ((who died sadly young) — specifically the first album released under his name, the 1975 solo set called Richard’s Tune (Delmark CD reissue, 2014). Includes his first recording of “Big Alice,” with its inventive and unforgettable hook phrases, rendered in a tight and declarative version and a not-on-LP, looser and fonkier treatment. Later always a highlight of live shows by the George Adams-Don Pullen Quartet, every time we saw them.
Miles To Go has featured posts about gravity waves more times than I remembered.
Now they’re back — and just as big a deal, in theory.
But I’m a shade surprised all the previous difficulties and false alarms are not more prominent in the story. (Yeah, yeah — hootin’ ‘n’ hollerin’ at the highest pitch is more of a priority than ever in all types of news.) It does, however, seem like confirming duplication is sure to come along soon — or not.
So no starry ayes yet.
P.S.: Though I’m sure it’s a bit dated now, I devoured Kip Thorne’s Black Holes and Time Warps when it came out. Best serious consideration of how time travel (forward in time, one-way, as I recall) might be possible.
Drumthwacket, the governor’s mansion in New Jersey
Now forever known as Trumpwhackdit.
- If you leave a single Xmas-ball decoration on your outside tree until mid-Feb., you have a wonderful sense of whimsy. Cheers.
- But if you leave your wreath on the front door until the same time, you want Santa to be your Valentine. Ew.
Just ran across what is almost certain to be my final receipt from the store. Seven items, $87. Now it vanishes from my paper trail as sure as Metropolitan Warehouse.
… if only because the honchos understood how bad the the facts would be for business.
And once the facts are out there as fully as they are now, they can’t fade away. Most important, I’ve got my doubts the drawbacks can be sufficiently minimized.
Blog goers under 30 may find it a bit hard to believe, but professional prizefighting was once yuuuge. Manning and Newton’s joint announcement they were officially joining a campaign to defeat Trump would have been far less of a jolt and a headline than when Muhammad Ali refused his induction into the army.
My Dad was a devoted boxing fan when I was growing up. He’d been on the team in college and sparred some at the local gym. We didn’t miss a major match on TV, he taught me all the fine points he could and made sure I knew some of the finest sports writing had been inspired by the ring.
But in his old age he turned against prizefighting. He announced that he was no longer a fan not least because almost all the elderly (and even not-so-senior) boxers he knew had mush for brains. And, I suspect, he wondered if his days swinging gloves had any connection with what he saw an an abrupt decline in his mental acuity during his 70s.
At any rate, more and more Americans came around to his way of looking at prize fights. And it sure could happen the same way with football.
[… since the sin seems to be on the rise … ]
Describing or introducing a player or a group by a straight comparison to another player or group is weak.
And it can backfire.
Everybody hears music a bit differently, and especially many people believe different aspects of players or performances are what matters most. If you are not on the exact same frequency as your audience member they could find the comparison incomprehensible at best and ridiculous at worst. Or they may not have even heard the compared music or musician.
Now, I think very limited and very specific comparisons are useful (I just did a couple with Lizzo, for example, though I can’t think when I did it recently before that). You should simply hesitate every time the comparison impulse strikes — “is this going to accomplish what I want it to, or even anything at all?”