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@ london: sorry joy, I'm really sorry as hell, but since you used the original title for yours, I couldn't find it with the first database search.

Is there anyone telling that monotonous, frustrated jerk that his desire to be a pain in the ass is all too evident? Good for him.

2) If I write what I’ve read, damn it, what a drag, it’s because I’ve also read that Herbie was inspired, for several of his creations, by the sounds of Chet Baker and Lennie Tristano. There are articles, interviews, damn it, I can’t remember the magazine, where it's explained that Hancock was head over heels in love with Chet Baker and his music was a source of inspiration and a starting point. Maybe I took a risk, made a leap in logic that's too big. Meh. I’m waiting.

Then, once and for all, to that son of a bitch who intervened earlier. Making free jazz doesn't mean being academic. It means being hellishly academic. Many have profited from false free jazz without having the real immense preparation and ability to do it. If Hubbard knows how to play free, I emphasize KNOWS HOW TO PLAY, it means he has a school, an IMMENSE preparation that allows him to do so. I am convinced of this, not by grace received, but by undisputed facts. There is no free performance without great study. Respecting my point of view, which led me to the contested statement, what do you say then?

What the hell? I believe you won't have any trouble finding other annoying people. Peace and love? It seems like dialogue is missing here.

What the hell? I believe you won't have any trouble finding other annoying people. Peace and love? It seems like dialogue is missing here.

FUCK, OF COURSE. BOP. LOOK, YOU DON'T NEED TO REPEAT THE 1s, THE AVERAGE DOESN'T CHANGE ANYMORE. I RESPONDED TO YOU, AS I COULD. YOU DIDN'T. YOU'RE QUERULOUS AND HEAVY WITH YOUR ARROGANT PERPLEXITIES. LET'S TRY NOT TO BE ASSHOLES NOW. WRITE A NICE REVIEW ON THE CD YOU LOVE, IT WOULD BE THE THIRD ONE, AS YOU THINK IT SHOULD BE DONE, AND CUT IT OUT WITH BOTHERING THE PEOPLE WHO WORK.

What are you saying? I’m amazed by your immense knowledge of jazz production over the last 80 years! I was left speechless by your comments in the review on Coleman in home, which I don’t know at all. You’re incredibly well-informed, damn. You scare me. And don’t say that, because I always message you privately, my dear Michione.

Dolphy, you don’t need to call me "lei." I was conscious when I wrote this review. I feel like reiterating my version of the facts based on Hancock's previous works (not only as a leader). This work is definitely softer. It’s easy to misinterpret words, easy to misunderstand each other. The rustic sound is far from the polished nature of this work—in fact, it’s accurate. As far as I'm concerned, modal and acoustic aren’t that far apart. Acoustics aren’t just electric. I see it as a possible sense of depth in sound. The Hubbard-Davis comparison doesn’t seem reckless to me. The qualities of Hubbard aren’t up for debate. The comparison is "earthy good" versus divinity. The comparison is feasible in broad strokes because both are jazz trumpeters. Hubbard is academic, Miles is spontaneous. I could tell you this while crying. Let’s not criticize the perception of jazz. If you do your research, there are huge issues concerning genres, whose definitions are often debatable, as well as personal preferences. Don’t get stuck on a thematic variant or we’ll never get past it. Do you need to sift through and dust off the father of modal? Do you need some statement from a jazz critic musicologist to comfort my perspective?
From how I’ve evolved and informed myself, I don’t stray too far from the thought that hard bop and cool are very close. Help me out and tell me who, what, or when led you to these assertions. Regarding Hancock, I tell you that YES, he is creative, brilliant, but some of the things he did after this album have the merit of being genius and the flaw of being, in the long run, boring abortions. The difference lies in the number of times you listen to something, and each time it reveals itself as pleasure and discovery. Anything else?