The deadline and I are neck and neck heading down the stretch. I have every intention of winning, so bear with me. I may be able to post some little Rifftides bauble tomorrow. The article, for Jazz Times, is only a couple of thousand words, but it requires an extensive amount of listening, so much that by the time it’s done, there will be a violation of the writers minimum wage law. Where’s my agent?
What do you mean, I don’t have an agent?
Oh, that’s right. I fired him.
What do you mean, there’s no writers minimum wage law?
Now you tell me.
I’m Going As Fast As I Can
December 1, 2005 By
Recent Comments
Brew on Recent Listening: The Tierney Sutton Band
Tierney Sutton is one of the most talented jazz vocalists on the planet; a true musician's singer with good taste. It's very brave of her,...Carlita Kaunda on Meredith d’Ambrosio: A Plug—And A Protest
Yes, and likewise those cowards who use the internet to make foolish and erroneous statements at various blogsites but are too cowardly to allow comments...Brew on Meredith d’Ambrosio: A Plug—And A Protest
Honestly, I don't give a damn about that kind of "review", written by anonymous cowards who wouldn't be able to utter their unfair criticism face-to-face...Doug Moody on Meredith d’Ambrosio: A Plug—And A Protest
Not sure what recording Lamont Cranston could have been listening to but to my ears "By Myself" is simply superb. I've been a fan...Jim Brown on The Oak Room Farewell
History continues to repeat itself, this time in the form of middle management insensitivity. Something like twenty years ago, a local acoustic consulting firm...