At minute nine of “don’t look back” a British journalist asked Joan Baez how to spell her name: BAEZ (“zed”). “Oh”he exclaims “I did not recognize you”.
Reminds me that in September 1995 or fall of 1995 Dar Williams headlined my concert series at the Cubberley community Center theater. I recall that she said something about she was going to have a special guest so we needed two mics. Show enough Joan Baez shows up and sat in with Dar for a “you’re aging well” and “hallelujah”. But what makes me think of it right now is that the volunteer working the door, N-, didn’t know who Joan was and was slow to even admit her to the show— I don’t think we had laminates in those days either.
Although I doubt Joan would say the experience reminded her of this film. Last time I saw Joan she was at printers ink and I gave her a copy of Dao Strom’s demo — Part of my imagination as Dao’s manager was that she would write a play about a singer imprisioned for her views and it would be ambiguous until the end of the play whether it took place in north Vietnam or North America.
I am creeping up on 3,000 posts although some of the stories I’m sure I have repeated 10 times .
The search function indicates I’ve mentioned “Baez “25 times. And the auto correct function indicates that I should acknowledge the passing of Robbie Beyers who I did not know but met once at Cafe Zoe he shot 40,000 images of the Stanford band.