I thought I already commented although I may be confused but I also wish to state that at the Bob Weir show a man left early – -and slightly after me — but he had parked his Mustang in VIP parking and backed into the very first space – -made me think he was Bob’s valet or driver. And he said “what is it to you?” or something dismissive but practiced when I asked him something about that – -in my not so terribly disguised former journalist or Scorpio rising tone. But he did answer my first question – -the name of the song – -not entirely audible from the parking lot but sometimes you can hear it from my driveway 2 miles from Frost Amphitheatre which is Stanford not Palo Alto tho I’m Palo Alto not Stanford — the song was “The Days Between” which I think is a recent Dead song or about the gap between the day Jerry Garcia was born and the day on the calendar on which he died.

yeah yeah year not that I mean now that I’ve actually read or re-read from my 1996 — see, on point–the passage — and it was Christgau on Frisell with Julian Lage that I was commenting on previous – all you substack guys look alike — but I wish to state that I went to high school with Mia Levin a co-founder of Mudwimin and she was the inspiration for Earthwise Productions which has comprised about 600 shows and 29 years of my life — they switch or switched instruments every song and someone once said that “surf” was a genre of theirs – beyond punk and now the last show of a cycle or series or maybe a siecle if you pardon my French is Anat Cohen an Israeli clarinet player which sounds like a joke but is less funny after Hamas has murdered 300 music fans near Gaza

and:

Jerry was born August 1 and died August 8 (actually 9) years later but this was written a few years before he died so its not really an elegy despite what I was gratuitously saying…sorry.and I am only semi-ironically wearing a Huey Lewis t-shirt in that I am a ’90s indie guy with a touch of gray but the college aged next gen clerk or partner at Palo Alto’s thrift store — three doors down, or north, of where Jerry worked when he met Bobby – gave me it as a gift because I asked in vain on a previous visit if there were any music t-shirts; And my computer earlier today suggested “bon temps roulette” apropos of NoLa.

andand: and the fucking anti-semitic AI at Apple want to change the name of the famous Berkley rock writer to “grill Marcus” which reminds me of the reports that the terrorists allegedly as war crimes were the ones who murdered babies in gruesome ways. And I was talking with a local yokel named V_ about the distinction between Tower of Babel and Fifth Column. And I said that when they came for people whose names started with a V I did not object because my name starts or started with W.