I got sucked into this whole thread apparently by wacky Drew Carey faking his own artistic death with help from National Enquirer, Robbie Fulks and The Palo Alto Daily Compost (“the poop, the whole poop, and nothing but the poop”), but lo and behold Jenny Scheinman (who toured with Robbie, plays with Frisell and most indictingly let me stay at her Brooklyn uber-hipster hideout back in 2001) has a new cd out!.
It’s called “Mischief and Mayhem” my kind of title and I know nothing else about it — it was reviewed already in LA Times blog and Village Voice — but I would stake my professional reputation on it to tell anybody who likes jazz folk or pretty women (and milfs) to buy two copies.
I would only use the term “milf” to cover for all the bad things Robbie Fulks said in a song years ago that I blogged about earlier today.
I still hear Tom Harbeck or see his red pen on a column I wrote for high school newspaper back in 1980 “what the hell is a Titan” and he asked “Does that add to your style?”
Back on topic: Jenny, whose sister Kate Scheinman was briefly my classmate but I met her nearly 20 years later via the Scott Amendola band (Amendola, Sickafoos and Scheinman – -they should have signed an interband agreement to work exclusively as ASS, ala MMW, as in they would be kickin’).
I saw her about a year ago and got a very professional hug at Stanford Lively Arts or Stanford Jazz Workshop (as if they were synoymous — hardly — better check that) but she had actual friend and relatives in the house so I knew my place.
One of my weirder recent years Artist Management sensations was driving back to Chicago Martyr’s to see Robbie Fulks Rob Gjerso and Jenny Scheinman and nearly falling asleep at the wheel, from Springfield, rather than taking the shorter trip onwards to St. Louis where I was guestlisted at Chris Isaak show, and had tickets via my cousin to see the Cards baseball. I guess I had the smallest hope of getting involved with either RF or JS professionally and that trumped all the splendors of Gateway City.
Hey, JP Cutler – the guitarist and former Six Degrees in house publicist — if your search-injun settings find you this, send me a comp copy of this, don’t I rate?
Edit to add, and personal to “PD”: dude, if you are big enough to manage total awesomeness, aren’t we beyond reviewing your own client’s work on Amazon? I mean, I do that for my recently-shed former clients (CB, JAE, JW, SB) but not for about three years now and I am a total hick: