Kinda freaking out right now. Just scored a near mint copy of one of my holy grail records: the sole LP by Green Line, a jazz quartet featuring bassist Miroslav Vitous, saxman Steve Marcus, drummer Daniel Humair, & guitarist Sonny Sharrock (in what was arguably his finest recorded session). Only ever released in Japan & Denmark in 1970, it features the players all at the height of their game, and dabbles in a bit of everything: swinging funk grooves, splintered avant improv, ambient droning balladry, and some straight-ahead riffing. Happened to have a few LPs in my bag to trade, and one of them was a holy grail LP for the record buyer, so he made it an even swap. Good day.
I’m getting a broken wisdom tooth and a molar extracted in an hour. They’re worried that I may have an infection in my jawbone because of diabetic complications, and I’m admittedly a bit nervous. All the same, I’m glad to be getting this remedied at last.
It is legitimately fucking insane that Banbarra recorded ONE SONG before getting screwed by a shady manager who set up an album deal, took the money and ran, never to be seen again. These guys never recorded another note. How in the hell is this even possible?!? All the same, they at least left one hell of a killer behind as their legacy. You have friends with benefits? This is your theme song.