If You Look At Music, You See

Honesty Is The Cruelest Game Of All, Because Not Only Can You Hurt Someone - And Hurt Them To The Bone - You Can Feel Self-righteous About It At The Same Time.

In The Early 1970s. 1971, '72. The Rooms Were Closing Down, Record Labels Weren't Signing Acoustic Acts Any More. Although They Had Been Pretty Much Been Getting Out Of That For Some Time Before That.

Most Blues Don't Have A Beginning, Middle, Or End. You Just Cut A Couple Slices Of Blues.

Most Of What I Listen To Now Is Mainstream Jazz From 1935 Right Up To And Including Early Bebop And Cool Jazz.

If You Asked Anybody In My Family, They Would Have Very Stridently Proclaimed Themselves Middle Class. My Mother And Father Were Separated, So He Doesn't Count.