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Round about
250 posts ago I
mentioned how a friend and I used to
attend the Consumer Electronics Show in Vegas, back when you had to be
in the industry to get in. (I wasn't, and neither was he. But he
used to be, which was good enough.) Anyway, one of the benefits of
CES back then was that the CD was brand new, and something that was
mostly appreciated by audiophiles. A few small music labels would
exhibit at the show, or to be more precise, they'd set up shops to
sell their discs at much more popular prices than you'd find in record
stores, both then and now. Needless to say, we'd buy most anything we
could lay our hands on, which is how I got the bulk of my early
orchestral and jazz collection. It didn't much matter what the music
was, you see, as long as we felt we were getting a deal.
Listening to a little of All Night Wrong I was taken back to
that time, and to my accidental and not quite yet appreciated exposure
to the world of jazz. Eventually I'd learn to appreciate it, even to
seek it out on occasion. Not for a while, though. Although I do
think I'd have enjoyed this one even before my taste developed.
Besides, I never could resist
a
play on words.
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