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:
Plastic Alto with Mark Weiss 
this is a red herring inside a digression but here is bill frisell without jenny s placed by someone else i’ve never heard of worked with or me next to clips of buster keaton:
somewhere but it must not have saved i wrote that jenny scheinman’s new pm is paul dalen of thread reverse and not maine road who also worked with david bowie and david byrne, his former employer. he is also a former BGP foh. (sound mixer, and musician). in NY.
The Village Voice piece had some weirdliness such as saying work with Frisell led JS to Zorn, Motian and others. Well, she was already playing with Sickafoos and Amendola. I think its more true that people in numerous circles were taking note of Jenny and are or were bound to play together. When I stayed in Jenny’s flat for a month in 2001 I would start many mornings by putting in Bill Frisell “Nashville” from her collection that was produced by Wayne Horvitz and I would play first four tracks about as I dressed including Robin Holcomb version of Neil Young “Write Myself a Letter”, if that helps.
Other weird Plastic Alto digressions: marika hughes js played on recently and she released two cds. I met when she played the Cub with Tin Hat Trio– her cd has a track attributed to Lisa Faye which is Lisa Fay Beatty, the recently deceased Mudwimin and 7 Year Bitch who also lived with Carla Kihlstedt of Tin Hat. All things are connected. I tried to hook Aleta Hayes up with Marika.
I’m still haunting you…nice!!
hi, tom. thanks for reading. i think the column you chided me over also have a juvenile joke about Titans being children of Gaia and Uranus, something scatalogical I uttered.
i think knowing you may read this will urge me to be a little more disciplined in my writings
one of these days i will crank out a more thoughtful memoir of the five editors and their student teacher and his suave and erudite influences on them. or as you said later, “the baggage”.
or as march mccall once said “where should i put it?”
it was a cartoon about a student smoking a cigarette and the dean walking by and saying “take that thing out of your mouth!”
marsh, son of a classics professor, went on to produce and write for conan obrien, just shoot me and now something with tim allen.
The “student” in Marsh’s cartoon was named ‘Shep’; an alias who got me in trouble more than once.