You'd think this fucking guy would let me know he has a website. But no, of course not. Now I know most of you are probably thinking, "That RageBoy, there he goes again with the comedy jokes." But no lie, Joe Locke, the stylish-lookin motherfucker on the right ("In the select group of contemporary vibes players, Locke has claims to head the list." says the Penguin Encyclopedia of Jazz), really is my "little" brother. I used to be able to kick his ass, and I once had to throw him into an ice-cold trout stream (I think it was the first time he got drunk; if not, he was sure acting like it was the first time), but I don't think I could take him anymore. Yes, he wears a lot nicer clothes than I do. He may even be better looking. Maybe. And he sure as hell plays the vibes a lot better (as I don't), but he's still a motherfucker. In case he finds this post in an odd fit of ego-surfing and wonders why I'm saying these terrible things about him, please allow us a private moment here.

[Joe, you asshole! This is my telephone number, OK? (720) 304-8077. Same as it's been for the last four years. So hey, if you're ever not tied up in a photo shoot, or not recording with some big-name jazz all-stars, give me a fucking call. Sheesh!]

OK, I'm back. Sorry, about that. A little pressing family business we needed to discuss. Anyway, here's a crop from a promo poster that big-name jazz all-star George Sessum sent me earlier this week. Apparently, Joe does this thing in his act where he emerges out of a large lake -- completely dry!

btw, I see on his site that he'll be playing in NYC, like tomorrow night (May 30, with Lew Soloff, Victor Lewis and Francois Mouton at the Rhone Lounge at 63 Gansevoort Street, whoever they are and wherever that is). But the tens of millions of corporate droids who read my blog probably won't see this until Tuesday (after the long Funes the Memorious Day weekend), so forget I even mentioned it. Oh yeah, and I guess I need to say that the shot below really is of Joe and Mikhail Gorbachev, and is in no way a result of my photoshop hacking. The boy does get around.

Joe Cool confers with Gorby on matters of state
(or maybe he's just lifting the guy's watch).