Santa Clara leadeship tells 49ers and Stones to ‘flick off’

Have you seen her dressed in….brown?

I’m an independent concert promoter in Santa Clara County so maybe the industry players’ loss is my gain, my chance to step up and promote at the Santa Clara Football Stadium.

But it’s more fun to riff off the headlines of a recent news flurry: first, the Stones said that despite what people like me in the 10th row truly enjoyed, the show was a nightmare for people doing their jobs.

Then the local press reports that Santa Clara leadership voted in a closed session to tell the 49ers that they will no longer broker, manage or middle the concerts and auxillary income revenues for events the other 354 days of the year — ok, 6 months off season, fairly.

I have no idea.

But the city is claiming that the producers of an $11 Million dollar event — part of a tour of 20 such events — erred in asking for “flickers” and not “fireworks”.

I’ve been in the biz 25 years and have no idea what “flickers” are versus other effects. Actually I was just yesterday talking with artist manager Paul Nugent in Austin in Texas who, along with Bryan Perez and I produced for Rolling Stone the magazine a show with his then client the one-hit wonder Deep Blue something. They brought two trucks of intelligence-beam lights, to little and quaint (and now decrepit and Wrecking Ball fated) Cubberley Theatre. I also know not to let bands like Great White light indoor fireworks. Elvis Costello, sure.

There is a press conference at 11 a.m. today that I might have to attend, in the way What Not to Wear helped Megan Slankard get notice.

Ok, maybe this is the day I can wear my VIP Rolling Stones fake laminate.

Our version of this in Palo Alto is that the guy who manages the office at The Mitch made me, the sound crew and the artist — six musicians — wait 90 minutes to load in — because we filled out our form wrong, too! — and then therefore the audience had to cue for 30 extra minutes rather than sit in the air conditioned room — while we sound checked on the fly. (No one noticed that they therefore were listening to the program thru the monitors not the mains — we let the show roll on rather than giving the band a short break to fix the short – only one of four mains had signal.)

The taxpayers took on the risk of a $50 M bond issue to build Mitchell Center, so myself and so far 1,000 others believe that world class jazz, folk rock and blue grass is best and highest use in El Palo Alto, the Mitch.

Current onsales, Earthwise Productions at The Mitch:

Sun Kil Moon, September 27
Molly Tuttle, September 30
Amendola Dunn Greenlief, October 11
“Hands of Orlac” with live original score, October 25
Tim and Greg of Mother Hips acoustic duo, March 6-7, 2020.

I also have a free Tom Harrell Quartet show at Palo Alto Art Center aud, Thursday, October 24 (whereas The Mitch has a classical show at the same time from MusikWest — because the City gave them our hold!)

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Molly vs Jerry on ‘Cold Rain and Snow”

Molly Tuttle is playing a much-anticipated show in her hometown on Monday September 30, at Mitchell Park Community Center, so I’m geeking out on her internet footprint. There’s a video of her playing with Allison Brown and Sierra Hull on “Cold Rain and Snow”.

Which sounds like a Dead song so sure enough I am running her’s side by side with The Grateful Dead in 1986.

Someone said Peter Rowan does a version.

Who wrote it?

I admit I have not listened all the way through to compare the music thoughtfully.

Note that Molly is playing with an electric band.

Allison Brown is the owner of her label, Compass.

Jerry and Bob Weir they say met because Jerry was a banjo player and it caught Bob’s attention. They were in a jug band before they went electric.

It is sort of like the people who said Reggie Bush would be a hall of famer, but Molly has the potential to be top 10 all time from Palo Alto. But she certainly has more plays on the internet than Jerry had at the same age.

twenty minutes later: I fell down a rabbit hole remembering that i saw an article in the Pink — not Pretty in Pink with Molly Ringwald but the Chronicle’s entertainment section — of a production at Feinsteins Caberet venue in Sf right thisvery minute – 10:42 on a M Monday, where two young Broadway fans or singers — Molly’s age — 23 and 26 — rewrote 50 showtunes wih pronouns switched. So I had “helpless” and “burn” of Hamilton I sort of know — Gwen from Letter Perfect the store not the show said she’s seen H 4x — and then worse than that I geeked on a young woman Rachel Zegner who is being cast as Maria in a Speilberg remake of West Side Story — who would remake West Side Story? — Spielberg. Anyways continuing my spiel:

Molly and Jerry sing Cold Rain and Snow which is called actually Rain and Snow and is a murder ballad from England circa 1907 acc Wiki.

Did I document here in Plasty that part of the Molly story is that she is friends with Steve Poltz and one of her songs is something that Steve and Jewel co-wrote but never finished or recorded and Molly did both — so it is cowritten by all 3 and they maybe played it together, maybe at Telluride — I saw a photo of Steve and Jewel at least.

This is likely too much of a curve ball but I like Molly and another blue grass comer doing a version of Op Ivy. (And I looked but: I could not find a bluegrass version of “hamilton” but there is a bluegrass band called Hamilton somethings)

I guess what I do like about being 25 years into a music career is that it still seems like a brave new world, open field, green grass and high tides together. Forever.

back to point: but late for supper: Bluegrass Situation at Ace Hotel tribute to Jerry Garcia f Molly Tuttle, Josh Ritter, Amos Lee et al.

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No Doubt chestnut with Ric Ocasek producer

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Two fingers of paradise

I’m humming (the songs of) Eddie Money as I sip coffee at Caffe Trieste in North Beach, early on a rainy Monday fall morning. “Two fingers of paradise” is a corny headline; as if that’s how much espresso was holding up the foam.

I chatted with a guy named Paul who has worked here for 40 years, though I don’t recall having met him. I sacrificed a dollar to the juke box dogs but nothing played; I meant “gods” but just as i was typing I looked up to see two hounds entering, jonesing for their joe. The songs I imagined hearing were by: Etta James, Dean Martin, Nina Smore, Beale Street Blues Boy.

Maybe it’s just as well it didn’t ruin my Eddie Money fix. Waited so long.

earlier today, before I got to The City, I swung by Soul Coffee in Pacific to see what it looked like darkly.

and1: speaking of Frisco, I took the train yesterday to catch the first set of Adam Theis big band. Then I walked thru SFMOMA and caught part of Windy Chien’s presentation about knots. I bought her book, about the year she spent making knots (as art, not to bind things per se). Windy owned a record store when the rest of us just hung out in clubs; and then sold her ear to Apple for big bucks, or rented it out. And now she is an artist. I noticed not to rag she has 206 hands her own hands in the book, (Compared to GE Wang of Stanford who has that many pictures of his face in his book).

I thought about commissioning Windy to design a couple knots, or licensing them, to represent Scott Amendola, Trevor Dunn and Philip Greenlief. Like for a poster. Or knots. Afraid not.

And the guy next to me mentions John Ralston had passed, at 92. (Eddie Money, Ric Ocasek, John Ralston). In winter, 1984, I was a temporary reporter for the PTT during the 10 weeks that the Oakland Invaders were a thing — the guy at the next table said it made the obit.

Cue danny boy, or candy-o or Mark Kozelek fat cat spitting out hair balls.

1. Chris Strausser, Indianapolis Colts line coach — and my friend since 7th grade, though never a teammate — as told to Alex Valdes of PAW, 1995:
By acquiring the San Jose State job, Strausser not only has returned to the area but has also come full circle in his relationship with Spartan head coach John Ralston, who helped Strausser get the job at Menlo in 1989.

At that time, Ralston was scouting for the Seattle Seahawks and living in Menlo Park. A mutual friend of Ralston’s and Strausser’s introduced the two and they struck up a friendship.

Ralston then contacted Menlo head coach Ray Solari, who had played football with Ralston at Cal, and paved the way for Strausser to get an assistant coaching spot.

“John Ralston is a great guy to work for,” Strausser said. “He’s at that stage where he want to help other coaches get better. He’s a real positive guy, which has been the foundation of his career.”

Stanford rose bowl hoopla; when Ralston retired from SJSU in 1996, he was the only active member of the College Football Hall of Fame, according to a blurb in the Times, that seach-Injuns did suss.

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Jared Goff in action, after Levinthal


Another type of fantasy football: teeny mates

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My 7 best Raider QBs all-time


David Humm was the back up or third string quarterback during my youngster days going to the Coliseum with my dad

F948421E-7D42-4395-A89D-12013375127D.jpegDan Pastorini was a Raider but better known for his heroics with Bellarmine, Santa Clara Broncos, and Houston Oilers. He had curly hair or a perm.


Tom Flores I never actually saw him play but I liked him as a coach. And I admit I sometimes confuse him with Joe Kapp.



Jim Plunkett is a legend locally in San Jose at Stanford with the patriots with the 49ers that season he was really pathetic and then he turned it around and won a Super Bowl for the Silver and Black.

George Blanda kept playing until he was an old man on 47 which was about my dad’s age — I will have to look it up who was born first. Repeat with me: snap spot Stabler kick Blanda good.  Repeat with me: snap spot Stabler kick Blanda good

This was the greatest playoff play ever, Stabler to Clarence Davis to beat Miami:

bonus track:
I went to a Raiders-Chiefs game and saw a sign that read: LENNY DAWSON ISN’T AWESOME / SMITH AND TRUNK WILL KILL THE PUNK

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Doris Day, ‘whatever will be, will be…’ VS Eddie Money, ‘whatever will be, will be’


Their songs were 20 years apart (“Que Sera” vs “Baby, Hold On To Me” But they both expired in 2019 five months apart

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