It's like this it's like that 
With my right hand attack 
It's cool and it's whack 
boom-chick with a snap

My left is poised 
For melodious noise 
In the crib with my boys
And my Gypsy rap

Yo!
Peace!
I'm outa here!

Roma Rapster Marcus (Alias Marc Guillemette, from the Gypsyjazzguitar e-group)

 Presenting Ken Burns' 144-hour documentary, "Jazz."
 ------------------------------------------------------------------
 Fade up on a grainy old photograph of a man in a three-piece suit,
 holding a  cornet. Or a bicycle horn, it's hard to tell.

 Narrator: Skunkbucket LeFunke was born in 1876 and died in 1901. No one
 who heard him is alive today. The grandchildren of the people who heard
 him are not alive today. The great-grandchildren of the people who heard him
 are not alive today. He was never recorded.

 Wynton Marsalis: I'll tell you what Skunkbucket LeFunke sounded like. He
 had this big rippling sound, and he always phrased off the beat, and he
 slurred  his notes. And when the Creole bands were still playing
 De-bah-de-bah-ta-da-tah, he was already playing
 Bo-dap-da-lete-do-do-do-bah! 
 He was just like gumbo, ahead of his time.

 Announcer: LeFunke was a cornet player, gambler, card shark, pool
 hustler, pimp, male prostitute, Kelly Girl, computer programmer, 
 brain surgeon and he invented the internet.

 Stanley Crouch: When people listened to Skunkbucket LeFunke, they heard
 Do-do-dee-bwap-da-dee-dee-de-da-da-doop-doop-dap. And they knew even
 then  how deeply profound that was.

 Announcer: It didn't take LeFunke long to advance the art of jazz past
 its humble beginnings in New Orleans whoredom with the addition of a bold
 and sassy beat.

 Wynton: Let me tell you about the Big Four. Before the Big Four, jazz
 drumming sounded like BOOM-chick-BOOM-chick-BOOM-chick. But now they had
 the Big Four, which was so powerful some said it felt like a Six. A
 few visiting musicians even swore they were in an Eight.

 Stanley: It was smooth and responsive, and there was no knocking and
 pinging, even on 87 octane.

 Wynton: Even on gumbo.

 Announcer: When any musician in the world heard Louis Armstrong for the
 first time, they gnawed their arm off with envy, then said the angels
 probably wanted to sound like Louis. When you consider a bunch of angels
 talking in gruff voices and singing "Hello Dolly," you realize what a
 stupid aspiration that is.

 Gary Giddy: Louis changed jazz because he was the only cat going
 Do-da-dep-do-wah-be-be, while everyone else was doing
 Do-de-dap-dit-dit-dee.

 Stanley: And that was very profound.

 Marsalis: Like gumbo.

 Stanley: Uh-huh.

 Matt Glaser: I always have this fantasy that when Louis performed in
 Belgium, Heisenberg was in the audience and he was blown away and that's
 where he got the idea for his Uncertainty Principle.

 Marsalis: Because the Uncertainty Principle, applied to jazz, means you
 never know if a cat is going to go Dap-da-de-do-ba-ta-bah or
 Dap-da-de-do-bip-de-beep.

 Wynton: Louis was the first one to realize that.

 Stanley: And that can be very profound.

 Stanley: I thought it was a box of chocolates...

 Announcer: The Savoy Ballroom brought people of all races colors and
 political persuasions together to get sweaty as Europe moved closer and
 closer to the brink of World War II.

 Savoy Dancer: We didn't care what color you were at the Savoy. We only
 cared if you were wearing deodorant.

 Stanley: Wynton always wears deodorant.

 Glaser: I'll bet Arthur Murray was on the dance floor and he was
 thinking about Louis and that's where he got the idea to open a bunch of
 dance schools.

 Stanley: And that was very profound.

 Giddy: Let's talk about Louis some more. We've wasted three minutes of
 this 57-part documentary not talking about Louis.

 Wynton: He was an angel, a genius, much better than Cats.

 Stanley: He invented the word "Cats."

 Wynton: He invented swing, he invented jazz, he invented the telephone,
 the automobile and the polio vaccine.

 Stanley: And the internet.

 Wynton: Very profound.

 Announcer: Louis Armstrong turned commercial in the 1930s and didn't
 make any more breakthrough contributions to jazz. But it's not PC to point
 that out, so we'll be showing him in every segment of this series to come,
 even if he's just doing the same things as the last time you saw him.

 Glaser: I'll bet Chuck Yeager was in the audience when Louis was hitting
 those high Cs at the Earle Theater in Philadelphia, and that's what made
 him decide to break the sound barrier.

 Stanley: And from there go to Pluto.

 Wynton: I'm going to make some gumbo-

 Stanley: BOOM-chick-BOOM-chick-BOOM-chickS*S*

 Giddy: Do-yap-do-wee-bah-scoot-scoot-dap-dap...That's what all the cats
 were saying back then.

 Announcer: In 1964, John Coltrane was at his peak, Eric Dolphy was in
 Europe, where he would eventually die, the Modern Jazz Quartet was
 making breakthrough recordings in the field of Third Stream Music, Miles
 Davis was breaking new barrier with his second great quintet, and Charlie Mingus
 was extending jazz composition to new levels of complexity. But we're
 going to talk about Louis singing "Hello Dolly" instead.

 Stanley: Louis went, Ba-ba-yaba-do-do-dee-da-bebin-doo-wap-deet-deet-do-da-da.

 Wynton: Sweets went, Scoop-doop-shalaba-yaba-mokey-hokey-bwap-bwap-tee-tee-dee.

 Giddy: I go, Da-da-shoobie-doobie-det-det-det-bap-bap-baaaaa...

 Announcer: The rest of the history of jazz will be shown in fast forward
 and will occupy exactly seven seconds. -------There, that was it. Now here
 are some scenes from Ken Burns' next documentary, a 97-part epic about the
 Empire State Building, titled, "The Empire State Building."

 Announcer: "It is tall and majestic. It is America's building. It is the
 Empire State Building. Dozens of workers gave their lives in the
 construction of this building."

 Matt Glaser: I'll bet that they were thinking of Louis as they were
 falling to their deaths. I have this fantasy that his high notes inspired
 the immenseness of the Empire State Building.

 Wynton Marsalis: I'll bet most people who'd fall off the Empire State
 Building would go "Aaaaaahhhh!"  But these cats went
 "Dee-dee-daba-da-da-bop-bop-de-dop-shewap-splat!"

 Announcer: "That's next time on PBS"

Well happy hangovers people! 

....Boy this list isn't moving to much today is it? I
think I still have some of that 18 year old Grande
Marnier in my blood this morning from Saturday! Now
with all that fine liquor in my system I tend to have
nightmares from time to time. So at this time I wish
to relay this one I had on Monday. For those worried
about 'staying on topic' , keep reading. Anyway I was
Mountain climbing see, and I was struggling like no
tomorrow up a 90 degree ice face trying my hardest to
keep snow off of my Number 5--- Selmer strapped to my
back (apparently I either bought it or it was given to
me). In dream land you never question WHY, you just
enjoy the moment. My climbing partner turned to me and
said; "I think you're nuts if you think China's gonna
heard you play that Selmer". I was thinking that since
it was a Selmer (loud) and that fact that I would soon
be standing on Everest's summit that there could be no
reason why the whole world couldn't hear my wicked
comping! In dream land one is not always that smart
either. Well as it goes, I was struggling on the ice
face when my partner looses his grip and plunges to
his death. No real remorse here. I saw it coming, like
when you're introduced to the new guy on a Star Trek
episode. You know he's gonna get it. So here I was by
myself and all of a sudden I slip as well and slide
into this cavern where the snow avalanched and covered
the opening. Then I found that I was standing there
wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
Where my parka went? I have know idea. I was FREEZING!
I had one match and the only thing to burn was … you
guessed it…. the Selmer. A nightmare indeed comrades!
YET it doesn't end there. Oh no. It was a choice now.
I freeze to death or pull a Hendrix on the Selmer. I,
doing to honorable thing decided to freeze. So as I
kick the bucket in my eternal ice tomb and wake up to
find myself in a hospital! I made it! ……no. Soon the
room filled up with hundreds of teenagers with Fender
Strats strapped around their shoulders, playing Eagles
covers. Yup I was in Gypsy hell. No sign of my Selmer,
Don Henly wannabies surrounding my bed and no way out
as a lie there wimpering in a fetal position. WHAT a
NIGHTMARE!! Can you feel the shivers run down your
spine. Sweet Lord!!! I gotta lay off the sauce this
weekend. 

Yours truly,
Marc