Cake’s version of “I Will Survive”, heard above the din as I sat in our most popular cafe enjoying my lunch, rerouted my train of thoughts from about five other topics to the fact that I am carrying around in my book bag some of the files from the Earthwise Productions vault. The “Cake” file, which has about 30 items, and the “Oliver Lake” (show)file, which has about 10 items.
I spend about $200 a month to store a bunch of stuff from my concert series, which mostly took place 1994-2001. So if I pro-rate twenty years of expense by the 1,000 or so things I’ve stored, maybe these things cost me $5 each, or the price of a really special cup of joe, to have them here with me, and yeah, I know that makes me pretty darn bougie. On other hand, I enjoy (if you will permit me a personal revelation) being the dissident sitting around Palo Alto or Coupa Cafe NOT talking about how to make my next bullion. (file this under: filthy lucre.).
Cake is a rock band from Sacramento who played two shows at Cubberley, in 1995 and 1996, plus their agent had me checking avails a couple more times, as recently as 2010, for further bidness together. Oliver Lake (aka LAKE) is a jazz musician, sax player, founder of World Saxophone Quartet, who did a one-man show here in about 1998, thanks to his agent the great (baseball fan and poet) Eric Hanson, then of Half Moon Bay, later of Boston and Philly although he is a Indians fan, (the Indians who play tonight in Oakland — I think that’s my fourth baseball reference in the last couple days).
I will edita (edit to add) to augment this sterling post with actual insights gleaned from my sniffing the dust of my own history. Here is a photo of the cafe about an hour ago. I have about twenty more minutes to hog this table, after ingesting some damn fine chicken taquitos for $9.95, until I have to move my car to avoid a purple zone violation (getting a parking ticket: sounds funny: No thanks, I’d like to keep your cake out of my lake, dudes; which reminds me I promised my dear friend Brian E. Moore of Springfield, IL and his son Liam that I would introduce their friend Flat Stanley to our Chief of Police Dennis Burns, for a photo op — oops).
Here is Oliver Lake in Seattle in 1998, doing some of the same material he graced us with, at the Cub:
edita, 4/1/14: I actually heard from agent Eric Hanson, for the first time all year, as it was opening night of baseball season and his Tribe were in town to shut down my A’s. The Lake File has about 33 items, including some on fax paper that is degrading to the point of being illegible, as good ephemera tends to be.
Meanwhile I count only 17 items in the Cake file (and remember I am comparing a “show file” which is actual documents from the 1/22/99 event, with a general file on Cake, as compared to the two show files I have on them that are still buried somewhere in the Earthwise bat-cave strorage-space. A cool thing is the flyer from Cake’s January 29, 1997 show at Stanford, at Dink Auditorium (too bad they didn’t know “Dink’s song” from the “Inside Llewyn Davis” — I wonder if anyone will ever perform that song in Dinkelspiel and make that connection). Not as cool in my opinion as this old Earthwise visual chestnut, to which McCrea said “we would have played just to get the poster” (by Wurster and MacCaughan):