Goodbye, Curley Neal hello, Normani

4029AD78-219F-4DF2-B1F1-1817085DF7B9I interviewed Curley Neal at his clinic in Menlo Park, winter 1984.
I just noticed Normani “Motivation” video after buying Rolling Stone #1337

 

I was gonna compare her to Dr Hook until I noticed her ball handling.
044B72CA-00B5-45A3-A744-4C9DD888D916I think all five of her fence climbing colleagues deserve record deals. 360, even.
6437C2F1-B7F4-45E3-BAAC-CDDEE2584BEFI noticed her manager is named Silverstein. Brandon Silverstein.

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RS cover on my 56th birthday by Campbell Addy

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Bird omenology (courtesy of I.D.G)

(Ida sent out a two minute vine of birds singing in her yard, then I stepped out and did 30 seconds very similarly….a couple days later, I found this poem by Al Young, the poet laureate who has a birthday next month, end of May…)
Stay beautiful
but don’t stay down underground too long
Dont turn into a mole
or a worm
or a root
or a stone
Come on out into the sunlight
Breathe in trees
Knock out mountains
Commune with snakes
& be the very hero of birds

Don’t forget to poke your head up
& blink
Think
Walk all around
Swim upstream

Dont forget to fly

(I presume the punctuation is proprietary…)

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Terubozu song in Japanese folk lore

If you read this blog serially or from top down and not just follow a link, you might notice a Japanese theme recently. yes, I was impacted by my work with Akira Tana. But there was also a movie festival with Kurosawa films at Stanford Theatre.

I just saw a cite of a Japanese folk song, Terubozu and now comparing a couple versions I notice a reference to a gold bell, carried by a Monk. (Not Thelonious, obviously). But in other versions, it is a ball. Bell, ball, what’s the difference.

Oh, that this too solid flesh would melt, because it is too sullied.

Also, by Terry, formerly known as TMT and now TMW, maybe I should call her Terry Terry Boozoo.

Terry bought be a Japanese referencing t-shirt from uniqlo and it took me a while just now to guess its Sharaku. Bub sent me something about Robert Whiting You Gotta Have Wa and I noticed on the cover — paperback 2006 not original 1989 that i recall excerpted page 76 on Sports Illustrated — what looks like a fake Sharaku. Not sure.

I also have a pocket tee with Hokusai, which she just last night thought was a Hiroshige. (If i got that wrong uniqlo had a correction that accepted that and corrected and directed).

The thing about 36 Views of Mt Fuji is the mountain, even though the wave is what people notice. (which is wa I was going for when I slyly posted a photo of local musician from Ana and The MRI but she’s not in focus and you can read the marquee from same Stanford 27 Uni Top Hat The Thin Man.).

There is Method Man in my Madness. (that could be a band name or mash up)

There’s also, back to where I came in, Edgar Allen Poe “The Gold Bug”.

This illustration from an early Poe reminds me of Miho’s Cover…

this guy:
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Top Hat and The Thin Man

I saw two women making music at Lytton Plaza on July 14, 2018 and thought they were great. I call them Top Hat and The Thin Man because I was on my way to watch some Fred Astaire movies at Stanford Theatre. Neither of them wore a top hat and although I did not scrutinize their bodies they seemed of normal and not thin build.

I’m not sure if their songs were original — maybe I heard a couple songs and then chatted them up a bit. I am sensing they played a mix of covers and originals. One of them sat on the bench, sang and strummed a guitar but not a banjo. The other sang and tapped a rhythm on tamborine. I’ll say “top hat” was the guitarist and “thin man” was the percussionist.

Their lyrics were something like

……seventeen hours/

rock me like a wagon wheel/

rock me mama any way you feel/

Hey, mama, rock me.

Maybe the internet will tell me who wrote this, if not these two rising stars of street music.

addendumri:

If it was never new and never gets old its a folk song

and1:

Ladies and gentlemen, or anything in between, via the magic of the mediation of technology and Marianne Chowning’s father and his FM stuff, here they are, in 2008, yet still timely, the Rebecca Riots (briefly known as Final Girl)

edit to add, meta-note: I don’t know why first you see the video (or rr) and then you only see the link,but I will try and try, and try and try, again:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRrh6Xy9WsQ

edit to add, a day or two later (during the lucid dreaming collective stage known as social distancing): also, Bob Dylan at his concert at Stanford’s Frost Amphitheatre about six months ago used “Ballad of A Thin Man” as his encore — so there’s another connection between the movie marquee, by catch of Ana and The MRI, Bob Dylan and the apocalypse.

Something’s happening but we don’t know what it is. If not the answer, live music is a pretty good guess.

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Saturday shout out to ‘Original 9’ tennis players, 1970


I caught about 30 minutes of Billie Jean King and Boomer Esiason talking about the launch of equity and equality for women athletes.

The original nine played for one dollar each to launch the professional circuit.

Billie Jean King, Rosie Casals, Nancy Richey, Judy Dalton, Kerry Melville Reid, Julie Heldman, Peaches Bartkowicz, Kristy Pigeon and Valerie Ziegenfuss. 

(I have to admit it took me a minute to realize this is a reunion shot — then Stanford greatest product and Palo Alto education activist — responding to my prompt — Kathy Jordan texted back the original photo link

https://www.wtatennis.com/news/1558684/original-9-a-legacy-of-independence-and-empowerment

in a related story I realize that Jill of Palo Alto is the daughter of the first agent who launched professionalism in men’s tennis back in 1940.

Also since today is Chabot I will tie in the fact that a friend of mine said is DNA test reveals that he is 13 percent Jewish. I said claim you’re 18 percent Jewish

Or as Phil silvers says to Jonathan Winters 1963 mad mad mad: try me I’m pretty gullible

Kerry Melville Reid

Nancy Richey

Peaches Bartkowicz

Kristy Pigeon 

Kristy Pigeon 

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Little piece of leather don’t you know: Stella Brooks, Connie Han & Blanca Cecelia from Queens

I forgot to write the rest of this. Briefly:

  1. Stella Brooks was a singer from San Francisco who was big in the 1940s and her signature song was “I’m a Little Piece of Leather Don’t You Know (well put together don’t you know” which became a British dance Northern Soul hit later, the Beatles did a snippet at a soundcheck, but was also a Peetie Wheatstraw/public domain song;
  2. Connie Han is a rising star as a jazz piano player, from LA, on Mack Avenue a good label, but I question her sartorial choices — both of her cds have her pictured on the cover in leather, maybe pleather, or tight-fitting or ripped jeans;
  3. Blanca Cecelia is a classical violinist from Queens College Music School — aka Aaron copland school, originally from Colombia and I found this cool video of her interacting with a street musician in a small gallery – she’s wearing leather, a leather jacket, but it says “fonzie” more than “floozy”.

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Peter Selz VS Terry Acebo Davis

Terry texted me a link to some citation on the Internet about her and when I clicked on it, it’s a used book seller selling a file from the archive of the recently deceased and very esteemed critic and curator Peter Selz (Berkeley Art Museum —I think we actually bodies by auger fee er bought his autobiography.

So I’m querying the guy and suggest that we might be interested at roughly 60 percent of what he’s advertising it for. Likely we have all the ephemeral —postcards, announcements maybe a clipping or whatever. And the compliment is already taken that there was a file in Peter’s archive.

Or it’s fun to imagine his notes: I’ve met the most amazing female artist and nurse if I weren’t so happily married I would drop everything to help her full-time —maybe someday some nice concert promoter guy will do so.

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spokesman for Alan Wofsy says that they are selling piecemeal the files of Peter Selz which they claim were donated to Academy of Art college who then sold it to a bookstore upon which Alan and his team found it and they’re trying to unlock it’s true value. at Donkey Mill Art Center 2013:

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Imagining a mash up of Maki Morinouye ‘Dream’ VS Dave Douglas ‘Moonshine’

9D31F9A5-487D-448B-B252-19B8C55A3214Maki is a choreographer, dancer, coffee farmer and mom in Kona Hawaii by way of Purchase, NYC  and Seattle.
CED276F6-897C-4FD5-9FB8-D9C7F6F312A2I don’t believe I’ve met her but Terry and I visited her family’s art studio in 2011.
44E6F033-62E9-4F64-A7A9-5B3C89BAE2F6 I am wondering if she could improvise on a cold reed, like a sun-e painting, A combination recollection of this dance she made from nine years ago and her reaction to Dave Douglas moonshine title track for three minutes and 24 seconds in honor of Dave’s birthday or I guess it could be 57 seconds recorded on a smart phone with there without any other morinuyes  participation

edit to add:

I forgot that this was composed to accompany a fat arbuckle short about a bootlegger — are we certain it was not meant to be about a thin coffee growers daughter on a hill on an island?

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Dave Douglas, Trumpet, Aoife O’Donovan, voice ‘Barbara Allen’ VS ‘KC Moan’ Memphis Jug band, from Harry Smith Anthology

Or the Aoife O’Donvan Time Warp Tour Dave Douglas sent around to his mailing list a version of exquisite Barbara Allenism, with Aoife O’Donvan, the singer from Bluegrass band escaping Crooked Still, she’s neither. it’s doesn’t ring true like something in my bone, in the lew welch sense, but the title rings a bell and the style does. Maybe I heard it in some movie? Also, I did peak at the Frank Turner version but didn’t stay, the first time I noticed the link. By the way, it does not seem to be on ITunes by Apple, tho other words by A’Od thar they blow.

I was going to listen to next one or nine other versions: Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, Frank Turner, John Travolta, Dolly Parton – -I thought of sending this to AJ Lee of Blue Summit — Norah Jones with Billie Joe from Green Day, Art Garfunkel, Everly Brothers, Colin Meloy — from the Live album which someone comped me at NPR SXSW in 2009 — or maybe I was going to contrast “Barbara Ann” with Itunes helpful suggestion “Barbara Ann” but then something weird and Plastic Altan happened, my laptop started playing KC Moan by Memphis Jug Band.

One is quaint and historical and the other exquisite. Maybe it’s randomness or AI or Russian hackers — Wired says that anyone who ever ran for public office is being stalker cyberly by the Ruskies — or maybe there’s wisdom and order since one of the few things I have ever downloaded to my now-defunct Apple lap top is Harry Smith, the famous anthology of 50 years ago catching songs from 100 years ago or so. Whereas my phone now has 3,000 songs — I pay $10 per month but I am still waiting for the sticker shock bill for $3,019.
Then even weirdlier I hear my own laugh over my subvocalize pecking away at the keyboard — another thing on here are my own imports about 10 fiels from my cellphone to my blog, including 30 minutes of Patricia Barber in Occidental, CA and I laugh at her intro*. For the record I don’t beleive her yard that she was blackballed by Clear Channel for being smart or funny or gay — it’s just not their tea, sis.

I still don’t know the story of Dave Douglas and Aiofe O’Donvan – is she guesting on his session or he playing on hers?
I came to hear his conversation with Aubrey Johnson — tho even that I digressed into trying to reach out to my hookup from my Deadhead days,I was adjunct member of something called AWBY.

Dave Douglas with a bluegrass singer is like chamber jazz for blue grass.
Chamber grass?

Memphis Jug Band is vernacular music, the old weird America that Bob Dylan or Greil Marcus speak of. Also: I ran thru Coen Brothers Inside Llewyn Davis again and now want to hang with the dude – -I almost wrote Hagan with the Dude — because that is Kenny Rogers checking what condition our condition is in.
Or as Faulkner famously said: Man will not only cough, he will produce. *My Frere Lady
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‘Philadelphia Freedom’, The Philadelphia Experiment — Ahmir Thompson, Christian McBride, Uri Caine VS ‘Bright Mississippi’ by Monk Quartet

this is a dif knit cap than in the video — I actually thought jazz guys wearing knit caps was invented by Danton Boller, John Ellis in winter 2003

I’ve been thinking about Monk.
BLUF Not sure my tech devices get me any closer to the urban or southrern or blacker essenses of these jazz places, from my insular and easy suburban shelter and place.

Still trying to train my ears.
There’s also an Allen Touissant cd called “Bright Mississippi” with a slew of guests, I guess Nick Payton is the horn on this track.
I started this exercise by scrutinizing a tower of cds in my office, while putting on my shoes — my office is a spare bedroom of our home — and then switched to loading the tracks into my smartphone. And now I am running such while lacing my runners. But there is a litle video of Monk band –and I admit I cannot immediately name the sax, bass and drums — and he is wearing a knit cap — which reminds me of the Remi Wolf Youtube I was listening to list night. tho I doubt Remi knows Monk. Maybe the tv show. Remi says she made her knit cap. Now T is walking around the bandstand while the bassist is soloing and doing a little jerky quasi dance. The bass sounds a bit muddy. I can slide the lever back to 6:18 piano to re-view the antics.
More relevantly I saw Touissant at Stanford a few years back, I don’t recall if he played this.
He certainly did not write it, I checked.
A weird tech anomoly – – my smart phone will not let me screen capture the image of Monk and them I am describing. (Tho I can likely find the same piece on Youtube per se).
Im guessing the drummer is Philly Joe Jones?
Ties back to my quasi theme of Philadelphia.
The TPE was from 2001 and besides Andy Blackman Hurwitz of RAD there is also as producer per se AL Levinson, whose class I took at UArts.
Another page on my smarkpone has Monk ‘s Dream album, the one I literally have and it has 3 versions of this track. Now I’m playing the 3.
Two other points:
I had to use my cell phone torch to read the labels in the early morning March low light cloudy day, and old guy eyes.
I reached for my laptop computer to jot these notes while my bare toesies dnagle in the wind or wiggle — i meant this as shoe tying music.
I am hearing a bit of singing along, in the Keith Jarrett sense. It reminds me a bit of Sweet Georgia Brown, in the way that In Walked Bud by Helen Sung reminded a friend of mine of “Linus and Lucy”. Which Ethan Iverson says is a redo of Cast Your Fate to the Wind and someone else claims that In Walked Bud is contrafact of Blue Skies, which is also a Willie Nelson jam, which had me ringing Jack Walrath, tho yesterday I made a bad joke about Ballin the Jack. dig? and all this before coffee, bank or walking the dogs
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