Dave Chalmers’ recent RIP lecture.
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Dave Chalmers’ recent RIP lecture.
H/T to the one and only Ricky Riccardi. Scroll down to hear the audio. Also here is a NPR programme with Ricky and the very philosophical Matt Glaser.

Christmas at home in Corona (c. 1940s)
This posted on an interesting site.
A man who had his jazz cafe swept away by tsunami in Otsuchi, Iwate Prefecture, sent a thank-you card to the company for creating the CD, saying, “We could finally feel like listening to jazz again.”

The debut of my favorite CoD character.
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Mattie’s was a combination bar and grocery, the grocery aspect limited to a sparse selection of goods, soft drinks, bread, and canned foods for the most part. Beside the bar there was an ice chest that cooled a few pounds of pickled meat and sausage. And there was no Mattie; Mr. Watson, the quiet, tan, café au lait owner, had sole authority over the restricted merchandise.
“The problem come from not havin no vocation skill,” Jones was saying to Mr. Watson. Jones was perched on a wooden stool, his legs bent under him like ice tongs ready to pick up the stool and boldly carry it away before Mr. Watson’s old eyes. “If I had some trainin I wouldn be mopping no old whore flo.” (p. 113).

Apparently Peter Geach has passed.

The latest seasonal photo of Fats
Reminded of his legacy and the inspiration he has been for so many musicians, Fat’s simply said, “That’s nice.”

Corby Kummer reports:
Here are the three chef’s minds you need to look into this year: Pickles, Pigs and Whiskey: Recipes From My Three Favorite Food Groups (and Then Some) (Andrews McMeel), by John Currence, who reinvents Southern food at his City Grocery, the culinary heart of Oxford, Mississippi, a place with plenty of heart. Currence, a native New Orleanian, knows the ingredients of the South, and so will use, say, Steen’s cane syrup (which I wrote about after visiting a Louisiana plant) with pork belly braised in ham stock, or emblematic yellow cornmeal in chicken-skin cornbread.

Glad you are still very much with us . . . who’d have thought. (And of course Happy Birthday to Bobby Keys, Keef’s partner in mischief.)
