Friday, August 17, 2007

THE TESLA COIL ATE MY BRAIN



Which is actually a lame excuse for being, with LA in the nineties, too burned to even think let alone come up with a witty, thought provoking, revolutionary blog entry.

The secret word is Fried

Max Roach -- RIP

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:16 PM

    strange. the end of the summer seems to be the time when most of the good ones go.


    MH

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  2. Yeah, after a summer of hideous heat the body & mind are too fried to keep on keepin' on. After Max Roach, I was curious to see how many jazzbos of that era were still w/ us, so I looked up Ornette Coleman. Wikipedia sez he's 77, & collapsed from heat stroke @ Bonnaroo (stupid hippies) in June of this year. Apparently alright now, but not a good sign. And Pharoah Sanders was @ the Catalina last week or something, all white-haired & bearded in the L. A. Times write up. Not too many of even those cats of our yout' left.

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