Now is the time for the Frogman to shine, he never met a "Bruhah" that he didn't instantly fall in love with. Unfortunately he has a legitimate reason for not responding to my post on soul; but he picks and chooses to respond to posts like a politician; it depends on who he is in favor of on any given day.
The reason he likes a "Bruhah" is because he can write one of his two page diatribes, that if I'm included, I wont know what I said or didn't say; I wont even recognize myself. It's like seeing myself in one of those fun house mirrors; I look short and squat in one, and like a tall skinny bean pole in the next one.
Now that this has begun, there is no telling when we'll get back to music, so I might as well include a story that I've told a dozen times; it's about a guy who got a degree, or maybe degrees from Juilliard. He was my best friends brother, who lived in New York until he retired and moved to Florida.
Recently, my friend got sick (very ill) and we were trying to contact his brother in Spain, but the hotel said he left there for another hotel; anyway, I never heard him play one note of jazz, but he made a very good living teaching music.
I had two other friends who could really pack the house; they could jam like you would not believe, and neither one of them went to anybody's school. My point is quite simple, when it comes to "hard bop" jazz, either you got it, or you no got it; if they didn't care about school, why should I? Although I must concede that a degree from da big "J" will most certainly command a fat paycheck.
Enjoy the music.