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About markweiss86

Mark Weiss, founder of Plastic Alto blog, is a concert promoter and artist manager in Palo Alto, as Earthwise Productions, with background as journalist, advertising copywriter, book store returns desk, college radio producer, city council and commissions candidate, high school basketball player, and blogger; he also sang in local choir, fronts an Allen Ginsberg tribute Beat Hotel Rm 32 Reads 'Howl' and owns a couple musical instruments he cannot play

Boekbinder spell binder

Posted on July 13, 2012 by markweiss86

I think I had a relative named Bookbinder so on that basis I search-injuned something listed in Metro called Zoe Boekbinder. Ten seconds of research says “link to this”. Ok, well I am screening this on “mute” since my girlfriend … Continue reading →

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Tallest tale

Posted on July 13, 2012 by markweiss86

I thought I bought this cd merely because I liked the cover art but must have somehow known it or he was booked by Billions, was playing Lolapalooza in Chicago — where I was born — and is coming to … Continue reading →

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Nels Cline and Norton Wisdom

Posted on July 13, 2012 by markweiss86

I actually have no idea what this is but something tells me to paste it into “Plastic Alto”. I found this via the new Peter Selz book; I noticed Exene Cervenka in the index, as a note. The author of … Continue reading →

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Ava Mendoza Trio at Smith-Andersen Gallery Saturday Sept. 8

Posted on July 12, 2012 by markweiss86

Ava Mendoza Trio will perform at the opening party for “Gender Specific Take It Or Leave It” a group show at Smith-Andersen Gallery in Palo Alto, Saturday, September 8, 2012, at approximately 4 p.m. The event overall is listed as … Continue reading →

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Arneson and Moscone legacies at SFMOMA

Posted on July 12, 2012 by markweiss86

Robert Arneson’s tribute to former mayor of San Francisco George Moscone is on display at SFMOMA. The piece was rejected by its commissioners and was in private hands before SFMOMA arranged recently to show it. Beyond the likeness, it features … Continue reading →

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Book me, Danno

Posted on July 3, 2012 by markweiss86

Ok, I admit it. I was checking myself out in the search engine. I found two book-related oddities. The first was that Ouida Charles of the City of Palo Alto Library quoted my preview of the Ann Packer reading in … Continue reading →

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Just a NoLa walk with Anthropologie

Posted on July 3, 2012 by markweiss86

Anthropologie the upscale women’s store has issued a smart catalogue featuring Preservation Hall and some of it’s jazz band members, including the clarinetist Charlie Gabriel on the cover. I am more of a Tipitina’s and Maple Leaf -Jacques Imo’s kind … Continue reading →

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David Brooks on Springsteen

Posted on June 29, 2012 by markweiss86

It makes you appreciate the tremendous power of particularity. If your identity is formed by hard boundaries, if you come from a specific place, if you embody a distinct musical tradition, if your concerns are expressed through a specific paracosm, … Continue reading →

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Nodding nod to David Foster Wallace

Posted on June 27, 2012 by markweiss86

Yesterday, to prep for my interview for Palo Alto Planning and Transportation Commission, oblique-like, I napped for two hours by the pool intermittently balancing David Foster Wallace “The Pale King” open-faced on my lap, a super-sized LARGE TYPE varietal, that … Continue reading →

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Big ups for Lisa Brown’s ‘vagina’

Posted on June 25, 2012 by markweiss86

This starts down low and ascends higher and higher until it climaxes with word 1964, the year I was pulled kicking and screaming and laughing and herniating from, I forget the rest. 2221 actually, like from the future. Continue reading →

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