Earthwise Siphonophore Chorus tribute to Laura Veirs

April has been the cruelest month to Laura Veirs and her fans down here in the Six-Five-Oh. Instead of both a workshop at Stanford and a show at The Mitch, we have various examples of woodshedding.

Using my magic box, I reached out to some proxies, whom collectively I am calling The Earthwise Siphonphore Chorus — a siphonophore is a very long creature, you might see under the sea.

1. Ben Davis of Brisbane area:
2. Beauman Edwards of Palo Alto, Boston and sometimes Montreal chimes in (8 pm Thursday):
3. Thursday evening, Eric Cohen (Los Angeles and Stanford, CA):
4. Friday evening — and I have a couple more reports from friends of mine pledging to learn Laura’s song, maybe over the weekend. My goal would be to have a day where there are more Earthwise Siphonophore Chorus “Galaxie” demos than Covid-19 deaths reported in Santa Clara County… Carla Wray (Palo alto)
5. Saturday afternoon Steve Cohen (Los Angeles, Stanford, California) And by the way, this is Plastic Alto post #2,600…
This one, number 6, does not really count because it’s just me, I had created a couple short vines more to shame my friends into doing a better job. I could probably learn my way to those chords, with an in-person tutor, but it would take me several hours of focus, and I cannot focus on things that well these days, plus the whole self-cancelling thing — my previous guitar teachers were named Hershel Yatovitz and Laura Chavez, by the way. Plus, Rob Lederer showed me a few drills, and my nephew Ben and sometimes Eric, help me, by opening my tuning, for instance, which is a cheat and wouldn’t count here. I find that I resort to humor to compensate for the lack of musical prowess — but I feel I tell the same two or three jokes over and over again or as permutations. To the extent I try to perform at all or endeavor at a facility or faculty with a tool of music, it is to increase my profound respect for the actual masters of those tasks.
Monday, early afternoon: Sylvie Simmons (San Francisco and I think England: London — I know I asked her her team and I think she answered Chelsea)
I want to point out that this is a cover, meaning she does the entire song, beyond the chords and the chorus. Another picture of Laura, slightly nicer; it’s surpassed 1,000 views:
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Contemplating a site specific event at Palo Alto Winter Lodge with Russian cover band in honor of the 15th anniversary of the Petersburg Ice House

I saw Leonid and Friends live at an industry showcase last fall in Nashville and thought of them while reading Elif Batuman’s essay about the Ice House in Russia, based on something that some weird powerful actual Russians did a long time ago. In 1740, Peter the Great’s niece, the Empress Anna Ioannovna, commissioned a fully furnished palace made entirely of ice, the world’s first piece of purely aesthetic ice architecture.
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Man Man ‘Cloud Nein’ VS Jukebox Ghost ‘Schizophrenia’ VS freeze frame of Wolf Blitzer Situation Room right this one minute before 3 on a Monday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc_wtqSSp5I I recommend playing both videos simultaneously but only for the first minute…. b/w a parody of an old Elvis Costello song which summarizes sort of the plot of an old Wallace Stegner story, I’ll call “Thomas and Tenney” A man walks up cuz he sees them playing tennis And sits down with two much cooler duu-uuu-udes. They joke about another guy, Older and an Englishman They trap him into to playing a set but he gets a shoulder injury. You can fake what you want You can want what you have You can swing and a miss The young lady, a fish Yesterday’s old Wallace Stegner tennis story is tomorrow’s parody song But not by WS or KK Ok, get over it Don’t sneeze on me I won’t come to your pout is your “party” a boat, a dude Sailfish or Sailboat The Hammersmith Hotel but not the Hammerstein ballroom, yo. Bridge about Benny Siegal or Bernie Siegal going to college with the uncle of the chick from My First Earthquake and Chris Knipp getting kicked out of Dartmouth for having trouble acting normal when he’s nervous and Buck Henry wearing a beanie in 1961 the upside down year and Beanie Siegel — is he black or Jewish or both – -it’s never black or white — being better off with a N95 in this day and age How dirty is your dingus, Mr. Magee? Yesterday’s Wallace Stegner story — 1945 Rocky Mountain View “Cow College’ “Cow College’ “Cow College” Self referential rap riff by the promoter or blogger or interloper in chief: I was taught tennis at the old school the dick gould camp at the farm and we were taught — I was sent their by my Aunt Annica — very flat swings which is now obsolete with you large-headed folks and you don’t swivel your hips or “pivot” “pivot’ like the token jew on Friends — but we would never be caught dead or in bed going “ooh” “ooh” “ooh” — hey I wonder if Stevie Nicks played tennis, growing up here — with each hit. Yesterday’s 1945 Balance Yours Swing Mine mixed with Elvis Costello Trust as squeezed thru a spaghetti slicer by Save if for later, big guy. Don’t swing it, swat it. You can fake what you want You can want what you have You can swing and a miss The young lady, a fish (My mother is on fiche, Faulkner)

Don’t sneeze on me, please

edit to add, or adendum or sometimes i go “edita” or “and1”: Hal Wilner died and there is a guy in my neighborhood named Stan — I’ll leave it at Stan no last name because these people can be touchy and by these people I mean people who have been shot at — he said he went to high school with Hal, in Philly. Fair enough. But he also said “Beanie Sigel” although he pronounced it more like “Bernie Sea gull”. And I meant to look it up more directly, it’s been almost a week and even SNL had a big thing already, singing a Lou Reed chestnut. But although Beanie Sigel the rapper is from Philly, maybe I knew that, he is much younger than Stan or Hal. Maybe he meant that Beanie Sigel went to the same high school as Hal Wilner yet years later. I met Stan because I knew that Uri Caine’s brother lived nearby but had never met him. I literally stopped Stan on the street and said “Are you Uri Caine’s brother?” andand: Sigel, 40, whose real name is Dwight Grant, grew up on Sigel Street in South Philadelphia and was nicknamed “Beanie” by his grandmother. As a student at Delaplaine McDaniel Elementary School, he was a good storyteller, he told The Inquirer in 2012. “You would get 10 or 20 spelling words,” he said, “and you had to write each one in a sentence. But instead of just writing a sentence, I would write a story.” Come to think of it, I might have met Beanie Sigel, although he wasn’t wearing a beanie, so nut likely. When I was hanging in Philly I for whatever reason stopped this well-dressed black guy on the street, coming out of his house or apartment and said “Are you a priest or something, a preacher?” and he said “No, far from it”.

this is the man man jukebox ghost clicktrack not the tennis thing

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I just realized I misidentify Jeff Goldblum in a previous post

Or: I forgot my mantra

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I forgot that MC Lars was friends with weird Al Yankovic

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Chummy VS Chumley

Is it just me?

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Weird Al vs Thoits Plaza

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Great article in the times about Weird Al Yankovic; it reminded me that I stole a line of his for a political parody I posted online about power and the proposal to rename Lytton Plaza for a leader of a large extended Palo Alto clan.
The family later told their advocates to drop the issue. They also later built a brand new building in the 500 block downtown which includes a plaque explaining some of the family history.
To wit:

14, 2010 at 5:26 pm

There they are now. Let’s detain them.
They look stupid. And contagious.

Hello, hello, hello, hello.
Now go. Now, go. Now, go. NOW, GO!
They wear doo-rags, they speak Ingles
They have skateboards. And gold braces.

First Amendment? Don’t recall it.
We have billions. And the Council.
Our new plaza, looks so sterile.
But our pizza, makes us virile.

A “Due process”?
It’s like sausage!

Hello, hello, hello, hello.
Now, go. Now, go. Now, go. NOW, GO!

“Sketchy people” “Undesirables”.
Huddled masses. Civil rights groups.
We hate workers. We hate loudmouths. (and song parodies)
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss.
People’s Plaza – is just for Berkeley.
We like crushed rock, not rosy parks stuff.

How low? How low— how high? (match our $400,000, guys!)

Our “doo” process?
It’s just sausage!

Smells Like Thoits Plaza
with apologies to K. Cobain and L. Levy
Wouldn’t THAT be loverly?
I’m sorry for the deceased and family but their so-called friends are doing them a disservice. And it’s only about the naming because of the context, how they do things here, with our money, and name.

Recently a friend from Berkeley said my People’s Park reference is problematic because the place is overrun by people with diseases. Kinda ironic coming from a musician; but he has kids.

The Thoits also own the former Palo Alto Sport and Toy building and saved the Greg Brown mural there : Greg’s ain’t with a garden hose, a bird alighted, learning to pray.

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Hats off to Stone Fox

I would say a life-changing event for me was a benefit for Mia Zapata — to raise awareness about her murder, to hire a detective after the police gave up — in Cyclone Warehouse near The Ramp in San Francisco in spring 1994 organized my members of the Gits, the late great and dearly departed Lisa Fay Beatty of Mudwimin a guy named Rob Roy – – it was my first time seeing stone fox – they rode in on the top of an old converted school bus – their version of Furthr — maybe they called it “For Her” or ‘Fur Her” — I’m alluding to Ken Kesey’s bus a generation before. I’ve never worked in corporate America since then! Only punk and DIY and unemployment and depression. But seriously, civilization as we know it would have ceased without the intervention of dyke rockers in the 1990s, in SF.
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Kicking it with Eugene and Elif

mike and bob sounds like stage directions for raging bull

This is just a picture of a kick boxer from an article in The New Yorker by Elif Batuman and a picture of Eugene Robinson (Of Oxbow) posing with a famous or successful mixed martial arts dude, from Eugene’s book on fighting. My headline is a pun on “kicking” it (meaning relaxing) or ass (fighting).
I’m the only person who has read Eugene’s book and that of Elif.
They are both Stanford grad’s but different eras. Although it wouldn’t surprise me if Eugene can bs about Russian lit and Elif can talk about punk rock and indie.


Elif also has a great section in The Idiot her first novel. Maybe she is paraphrasing someone else but she says that math started as just a crude approximation of the real world and then it became more real than the world, that the world we live in is under-carriaged (?) by math and math is more real than the world we experience, and no one but her thinks this is weird or noteworthy.
I heard about Elif one day walking thru Stanford campus when I was living at Oak Creek but I could in theory still do this and in fact just yesterday despite feeling sick I walked around campus with Steve and Eric and Terry and Terry wanted to see the sculpture that is near Cecil Green Library that is dedicated to Dr. Shumway and donated I guess by his parents class of 1950 that is red and sometimes has a water feature but it has to do with the human heart — the doctor pioneered heart transplant surgery — I think Eric said he trapped a Pokeman Pichu — and we noted the building maybe in Munger but could not see in or enter than has I said Rauschenberg and Eric — who studied with Paul McCarthy — said De Kooning — anyhow it was a day like yesterday but 10 years ago and I was nearer the main quad or the engineering that is to say slighly east of yesterday – and notably by myself and a copy of the Stanford Dailt student newspaper blew by like a tumble weed and I stepped on it and picked it up — it was really a sheet, like four pages front and back plus a fold — and there was an article about Elif as a grad student having published a book of essays and I later noticed that they had spelled her book wrong or misidentified it. They said “The Possessed: Russian literature and the people who read team” instead of “the Possessed: Russian literature and the people who read them”.
And then I saw the book in the airport and eventually bought it otherwise I would not have remembered this or noticed it.

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weird segue other than Eugene’s band was same era as Stone Fox AND Dan Adams the bass player from Oxbow went to Duke with David Leftkowitz who either managed Stone Fox or merely shared his office with Trouz who did — plus they worked with Primus and on some level Metallica.

I would say a life-changing event for me was a benefit for Mia Zapata — to raise awareness about her murder, to hire a detective after the police gave up — in Cyclone Warehouse near The Ramp in San Francisco in spring 1994 organized my members of the Gits, the late great and dearly departed Lisa Fay Beatty of Mudwimin a guy named Rob Roy – – it was my first time seeing stone fox – they rode in on the top of an old converted school bus – their version of Furthr — maybe they called it “For Her” or ‘Fur Her” — I’m alluding to Ken Kesey’s bus a generation before. I’ve never worked in corporate America since then! Only punk and DIY and unemployment and depression. But seriously, civilization as we know it would have ceased without the intervention of dyke rockers in the 1990s, in SF.

lastly or and1:
I wrote privately and read or listened about CRISPR which is a type of gene-editing that could help us — we the people – -or some people — someday cure sickle cell anemia and I was going to first learn the acronym — the “P” is palindromic — a, t, c, g and I guess g, c, t, a et al — which made me think of Emily’s Sassy Lime one of the top palindromic bands of the 1990s with ties to stanford. I might contrast tho it sounds racist Emily Yao or Wendy Yao or both with the infamous twins made by mad scientist “JK” (He JianKui).

It’s 5 o’clock on a Saturday and I have totally ignored my goal to read all day Elif Batuman. Terry more sensibly is in the garden, reading Voltaire. She’s a stone fox in that she is moving stones, in the garden.

my a michael pena:
ELIF BATUMAN, a doctoral candidate in the Department of Comparative Literature, could give grad students who are tied to the Farm just the kick in the pants they need to venture off campus. Batuman braved regular jaunts past San Francisco’s “Bail Bond Row” along Bryant Street to study the not-so-sweet science of Thai boxing. She studied strenuously under three-time Muay Thai world champion BUNKERD FAPHIMAL at his gym, Fight and Fitness—as detailed in a long and graceful feature that Batuman wrote for the New Yorker (Jan. 16). Muay Thai also is known as the Science of Eight Limbs, which refers to a fighter’s use of his or her feet, fists, elbows and knees. (You might consider addressing the high-kicking freelancer by “Miss” when you first meet her.)

Ok here is my bottom line: Elif Batuman fights better than Eugene writes.
Also, I have no idea what it is but I spent 3 minutes on a suggestion from Eugene watching Robert Downey JR in 1999 Black and White harrass Mike Tyson playing himself and almost get beat up. With a character in the movie filming it, or pretending to.
There’s also a long list in NYT Elif mentioning films or books with neurological premises, like Motherless Brooklyn. And no mention on the internet save here of Elif Batuman plus Eugene Robinson nor Eugene Robinson plus Bunkerd Faphimai. Tho duly noted Eugene trains in muy thai.

Last time I spoke to Eugene, ok second to last time, I asked him if he would train me to take a punch from Jim Harbaugh, he said “sure”. Last time I spoke to Eugene was at a Gunn graduation (my god-son, his daughter) and he said he had gotten married. Not to get too personal – -and maybe having been in a rock band for 20 years or 30 years there is no off stage versus on stage but I said something like “are you planning to start another family” – -he’s 56, my age plus one or two – -and he said “it is inevitable” — he may have been paraphrasing Jeff Rosenbloom paraphrasing Michael Crichton, “nature will find a way”. I’m also flashing to re-watching Monty Pyton apropos of Easter and “every sperm is sacred”. And there’s a Eugene line in his book about some of the weird poses fighters and grapplers do: it’s only gay if you make eye contact.

No regrets but I should have read Elif Batuman “The Idiot” and not done so much internet screen time and my own lousy writing: yes, elif Batuman both write better than me and she likely could kick my ass, too. i think Terry can take her, however.

Mazel tov to eugene and his loved ones.

ok, wait a minute — I have a score to settle with ESR: years ago I lent him a copy of a two-work anthology by the guy who wrote both Wild Party and the long poem on which a boxing film The Set Up with Robert Ryan was based. And I wanted to adapt it to stage with, like the original, a black anti-hero, Pansy Jones.

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Kenny Rogers, 1976 VS Covid-19

But in his final words, I found an ace that I could keep

Rogers V Henson

Hi, Doug. I want to, first, commend you on the the meticulous and persevering nature of your blog. That enabled me to discover that at minute 36 of the October 13, 2009 candidates forum I suggested that Palo Alto get ahead of the curve on socialized medicine, for something I was calling — but had no other plan besides the words — as I am a strict Saper-Whorf-rat — “Public Option Palo Alto”. Would we — Palo Altans, Americans — be sleeping any easier right now if we had “health care for all”, beyond Obamacare — if we had what Europe has? Or how does reaction to Covid-19 and result sort versus type of health care system? Were we penny-wise pound-foolish to not prepare more for a pandemic in this way? I was bemused to discover that, according to your previous recent posts, a model was run locally imagining a hypothetical concert as source of contagion — did it mean if a band called Anthrax had played? Or Killing Joke? The Germs? Death Cab for Cutie? The Sick? At around noon on 3/13/20 Akira Tana and I had a discussion of whether we should cancel our Tohoku Relief benefit concert at Mitchell Park Center, for that evening. So far we stand by our decision. Thanks for taking such a serious look at this. You called it.

In 2009 I suggested universal health care

PS, albeit off topic, I was pleased to see somewhere in your archives two comments by the great griot Tom Jordan suggesting that people using their real names be prioritized over people like “Reason”/”Dissent”. Pretty sure I am the only person who uses his name and commonly gets deleted from TownSquare – and definitely the only $800/week advertiser who does. Sapir and Whorf, rather. (Plus a song by the Dead). That, plus I worked at Chiat-Day right after their Orwell spoof for Apple. Ok, as an intern. But I worked for a talking teddy bear — talk about prophetic! I pointed out earlier today on these same pages that the article by GS in a matter of paragraphs quoted authorities offering projections that varied 64-fold — 250 deaths predicted hear by the University of Washington model compared to 16,000 deaths in County predicted by the assistant City Manager of San Jose*. Or as the late great Kenny Rogers said in his most famous song I hope that in the last cards I am dealt there is something that I can keep, I’m paraphrasing. The last thing I got deleted by Bill Johnson, who claims he does this himself, is that I had a riff about the fact that Terry and I got lost driving around Inverness the exact same night that Carol Kiparsky and Ian Irwin got lost on foot, even though we had three computers plus a loaded new car — there is apparently no room for poetic utterance or prayer dressed in lyric attire; you know, space is so scarce here in cyberia. I guess it depends on what condition your condition is in.

Coen Coen 1999

its * passed my bedtime but this reminds me that the Palo Alto Weekly was better when it was folded not stapled.
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Palo Alto Sky Posse VS CA Plane Por Moi

Sky Posse is a political action group lobbying to change federal aviation laws in favor of suburban quiet enjoyment.
One of their people ran for city council and got 8,000 votes, but in retaliation the pilots are buzzing are homes more obviously.

I wrote to them and suggested a rebranding as CA Plane Por Moi an allusion to the 1979 French novelty song, #58 on the charts with a similar looking name Ca Plane Por Moi — pronounced “saw plan poor mwah” — slang for “its alright with me — gliding along “ but there’s also an American language version  “Jet Boy Jet Girl”. (At the meeting at which to me this was revealed, there was also a plank about gender equity).
I’m suggesting that beyond the obvious or too obvious appeal to reason the people should pack the council chamber and start chanting “CA Plane Por Moi “.
A second front good start a counter melody chant “oooh—-oooh—ooh”.
At a certain point the group or subgroup could go “CA plane Por Moi Moi Moi Moi “ four or five times and others could shout out without waiting to be recognized “ Sonic Youth” or “I am king of the divan”.
maybe raging grannies could chime in with a saucy parody version of “Leaving on a jet plane”.
of course the ultimate would be dragging guitars to the rally, and amps.

one of these days I’ll start the group on my own.

ps:

the kid in their ad needs a helmet:

C2F33ECB-4D23-46A0-82C0-FB82E510D719Giving serious thought but rejecting a plank based on XTC:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IXyO-CbhTfQ

edit to ad: NYTimes has something related about hearing versus listening and the increase in sirens near a hospital in New York.

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