Category Archives: sf moma

Baby’s on fire!

Today is my 20,000th day on earth celebration — i’m actually from the Sun. I’m going to go to gym, then walk the dog, then go catch the very first showing of the long awaited “Aquaman” starring my favorite of … Continue reading

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Christmas ‘Caroleen-ing’ at Make Out Room, San Francisco Mission District, Holiday Party, 2018: Doug Hilsinger (black lace-ups ) & Caroleen Beatty (white boots): waycool!!

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Gail, you’re a Woman

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Shaka brah in San Carlos

I was actually on my way to hear jazz, Joey Fabian and Terry Hiatt, Tuesday’s at Savannah650, But arrived too early and ducked into the Looking Glass also known as Noelani’s Island Grill, 1037 Laurel Street, San Carlos, CA 94070 … Continue reading

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Cat Power w Cynthia Dall

There’s an article from a recent The New Yorker about Cat Power Chan Marshall. I clipped it out and filed it, between the pages of a library book I found, in SF, near the art institute — 800 Chestnut — … Continue reading

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LAMI at 58: Alden Van Buskirk revisited

We should do another staged readings, this time A-to-Z of LAMI cast or celebrity readers! As I was trying to explain: Alden  Van Buskirk Was a student of Jack Hirschman at Dartmouth or a friend of his – before Hirschman … Continue reading

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They’ve got the beat, but backwards and in heels

I go in and out of obsession with The Beats. One, I read “Kaddish” (AG) with Tom Sleigh, at Dartmouth, in the 1980s, but didn’t really feel it. Two, in San Francisco, in late 1980s, I lived across the street … Continue reading

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Call me a homer but I’d rather see a Linda Perry biopic than Lada Gaga A Star Is Born

I saw a star is born mainly because it was in a brand new movie house near my home. I didn’t understand why Brad Cooper died – spoiler alert Dash except maybe the three or four previous incarnations of his … Continue reading

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I might like you better if you weren’t blocking my view of Romeo Void reunion with your stupid smart phone

No, it’s cool; I do it too. But when I first started producing concerts in 1994, which was before we had cell phones, with video, I banned recording devices from the shows on the grounds that a, I wanted people … Continue reading

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Helen Wills Moody art

I am thinking about Helen Wills the tennis star, and her role in the arts, which is considerable. Then my brain flashed to Kathy Jordan, Stanford’s greatest tennis player, who got 10,000 votes for PAUSD board here (including mine). I … Continue reading

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