One Word For It - Hate Maine Mail

 Bourgeois. 

Though I'd rather just post another piece to upset the pattern of his furnished soul. 

Orrin Evans Trio Featuring Joanna Pascale - Witchcraft  

Joanna Pascale, vocals 

Orrin Evans, piano 

Matthew Parrish, bass 

Mark Whitfield Jr., drums

Update:  I looked at your link to Duncan's.  I do have to wonder why Duncan is content to have Simels do that at his blog, use it to slander people who never otherwise would be mentioned on his blog, when Simels never uses his pop-music nostalgia blog to do that.   You'd think that boy Duncan might feel a little bit used by Simps because of that, not that he seems to much care what his piddling cash cow operation is used for.  He allows the regulars to provide just about all the content, including Simp's slander.  If the Supreme Court hadn't disallowed it, I would expect there are lots of people who could sue Duncan on that basis.

Simps makes the accusation of "antisemitism" all the time, he's like old Norman Podhoretz, Midge Decter, etc. who accuse even other Jews, even holocaust survivors and their children of being "antisemites".   It is regularly used against people who treat Israel not with special treatment but like it's a country as deserving of criticism as any other country is, I've criticized the recent attempt to codify the meaning of the word (a word invented by an anti-Christian, atheist,  antisemite to give his hatred a sciency cachet) so as to stifle legitimate criticism of Israel.  I will never, ever hold back in my criticism of any country when I would never hold back on making the same criticism of my own country.  I certainly wouldn't when the country has a powerful military backed by the government of my own country.  Especially when they have used it so recklessly.

I have certainly praised more, given more positive citations of, positive and extensive quotation of, posted music composed by and played by more Jewish people than Simels has ever posted on his blog, though his blog has been in existence longer than mine has.   

I'd point out that it's a rather odd antisemtism that holds that the entire positive basis of modern egalitarian democracy is a product of the Jewish religious tradition and that, as recently as last Monday, that the Mosaic economics is far, far better, far more just (the reason that it's better) and the only real basis for modern economic justice, especially as it reaches modern life through the Jews, Jesus, Paul, James, etc.  But, as mentioned, they routinely accuse Jews of antisemtism these days and they get away with that.

If that's antisemitism then the word actually has no meaning.  I suggested that the, it would seem, self-appointed committee who are trying to define the word should, instead, scrap it and come up with terms to distinguish among the totally different things that its used for today.  The one that comprises a dishonest accuastion against non-antisemites could just be called a libel, because that's what it is.  Which would reach a level of irony.  You would think that after the 20th century there would be a need to distinguish between the scientific-racist desire to murder all Jews from the perhaps mistaken idea that their souls needed "saving."  Or that the evolutionary-psychological antisemtism of Kevin MacDonald and John Hartung (which was fully accepted by other scientists as science, until it became inconvenient to) would be equated with the condemnation of that, something I've also repeatedly done.

Simps has a problem whenever I post Black musicians, it seems.  He's had as bad things to say when I've posted  number of Jewish composers too, one who I knew and loved, Arthur Berger, especially, for some reason.  He seems to have a bad reaction to people with middle-European names, as well.   I looked at his front page this morning, it looked pretty lily white, Anglo-Saxon-centric among the garbage nostalgia and C-list pop that he posts there.   I do suspect that a lot of the old goats who go into the nostalgia stuff never much really cared about the music, it was all about them, in the end.  About when they were young and could still get laid and didn't have a bald spot.