"Open Sesame" is a big favorite of mine.

Hubbard is just as great, in his own way. He has a brighter, harder sound than Morgan, but man, they could both play. (Another great one from Morgan is "The Gigolo," if you're looking for other albums. An early one called "Candy" is also terrific.)

He was absolutely brilliant. The Sidewinder and Search for the New Land are two of my favoites.

There are no truck drivers named "Jeeves."

I live 1 1/2 blocks from the apartment where he wrote most of his songs here in New York City- the cul de sac on which it's situated is now called "Thelonious Sphere Monk Circle." I walk past his building every day, and give him some space in my thoughts while I do it. He's my single favorite jazz artist, so this…

Boy, is THAT not true! He had enough money to live like a middle class citizen in the last few years of his life. That's it.

I'm starting to think there's a meth to her madness.

I'm a huge fan of several Malick films, but I say this all the time- he now shoots pseudo-profound perfume commercials.

I used to live in Florida, and what he just said is absolutely not enough reason to be there.

I am not content with the content.

In a related story, Pete Best is still fuming.

He's already considering cutting down on his giggles.

That's an awful low bar for "good."

Now if only Mr. Reed were around to personally apologize for his music after 1993.

I just want to say "that's really weird" so Wayne Coyne will have accomplished his only goal.

That's not enough work for me.

Yeah, I was with him for a while there.

No shirt, no shoes, you must be Iggy.

Reed was awful fit himself, given what he put himself through earlier. I saw him a few times in the late-90s, and he was always surprisingly toned and muscular.

I think it's because he got rested during the several years when he was hardly ever standing.