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Oh, by the way, total tangent, but was reminded because of the Freddie Hubbard connection. Have you heard 'Sing Me A Song Of Songmy: A Fantasy For Electromagnetic Tape' by Hubbard's quintet and Ilhan Mimaroglu? I think I've mentioned it around here before. It's a really great little oddity, with Hubbard and his band doing this kick ass improvisations that are then interwoven with loads of Mimaroglu's tape drones, vocal samples and Vietnamese poetry into this tripped out 70s anti-Vietman statement. The whole thing ends up coming across like some other world union of 60s avant jazz, Fluxus drone and just a touch of Harry Partch for good measure. I haven't listened to it ages, even though I own it on vinyl, so I'm not sure if it quite lives up to the full potential of that description, but it's certainly a must hear in its own special way. The fact that there was a time when major labels would finance this stuff just blows my mind.
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