Four men, a ball and netting

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David Silva backheel to Rahim Sterling vs Leonardo Drew at The DeYoung vs an ad for boots

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Brad S Of Lindsay Beaver group at Poor House blues Friday in San Jose.

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Nudist scene band ‘Shot in the Dark’ circa 1964 VS Sex Mob f Steve Bernstein 2018

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I’ll have to look up whether this is actually people who worked with Henry Mancini

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I think I have this rate Steven Bernstein Bergen Krauss Tony sure Kenney will listen

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An excerpt from a 1995 right up in the SF weekly about Joe Gore, Matt Brubeck, Scott Amendola, and the late great Ralph Carney who played with Steven Bernstein Diaspora suite at the bottom of the hill I set it up in about 2009

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There are few things more entertaining than watching the Oranj Mancinis throw themselves to the ground possessed by the spirit of Pharaoh Sanders during “March of the Cue Balls.” For those fortunate enough to have caught one of the Oranj Mancinis’ dozen or so shows, you know what I’m talking about. You’ve experienced the giddy high generated by four musical Magi improvising in whacked-out symbiosis and orange shirts. You’ve delighted to the familiar yet bizarre intonations of Henry Mancini-meets-the-avant-garde and marveled at the innovative use of the common Calistoga bottle.

The Mancinis — tireless veterans including guitarist Joe Gore of P J Harvey’s band; cellist/bassist Matthew Brubeck of the Clubfoot Orchestra and the Berkeley Symphony; brass/reed player Ralph Carney of Special Parrot, Rubber City, and Preacher Boy & the Natural Blues; and drummer Scott Amendola of the Charlie Hunter Trio and TJ Kirk — first met while recording Tom Waits’ Night on Earth soundtrack. The resulting Mancini-inspired conglomeration was the brainchild of Brubeck’s girlfriend, Diarmid Campbell, and jelled with little or no rehearsal time.

“We were born at the Radio Valencia, where Joe, Ralph, and I had an improv night,” says Brubeck. “We just decided that, as the organizing principle of the band, we would just play Henry Mancini tunes in any way that struck our fancy.”

The foursome’s theatrical, high-energy improvisation is unlike anything else around. “I think that improv can often be more fun for the musicians playing it than for the audience listening to it,” Brubeck explains. “This is really enjoyable because everyone knows the Pink Panther theme. When it gets mutated, it’s interesting.”

“There is definitely a lot of humor in what we do,” agrees Gore, “but it is not of the Bud E. Luv-so-bad-it’s-good sensibility. It’s music of real substance. We’re trying to dig into it and play really strong improv off of it.”

The constant demands placed on the musicians by their multifarious projects have made it difficult for the entire “band” (Brubeck refers to it as “a constellation of like-minded musicians,” while Carney describes the group as “a utensil”) to be in one place at one time.

“Well, we rehearsed to get the initial material down,” says Carney. “When we need new tunes, we’ll do some more rehearsing.”

Despite the scheduling conflicts, the Mancinis have managed to record an album with an auxiliary Mancini, producer/organ player Pete Scaturro. The project — you guessed it, a whole lotta fantastical Mancini — took only a couple of weekends to record and should be out early next year.

“We may have to change the [band] name,” Gore explains. “Mancini died soon after we started playing, and there may be legal problems with his estate if we use the name.” According to Brubeck, his friend Stephen Yerkey says that the Mancinis achieved in one gig what it took the Broun Fellinis years to accomplish: namely, killing off their namesake.

“I envision a string of projects,” Gore says. “Each with a different personae. I’m thinking Burt Bacharach.”

“The coolest thing about the Oranj Mancinis is that we get to wear orange shirts,” Carney interjects. That may be an understatement, but it’s still pretty fun.

and1: I saw the first four songs of the black keys set at the Chase center last week gold on the ceiling before I had to go home and cook for my wife but what was weird is that the three additional players were set up behind the wall of amplifiers of Mr. Auerbach the Segway of course is at the drummer Mr. Carney is nephew of the late great aforementioned above now looking down it on us from above Ralphie

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Digir-Digir

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I may have to take this down but here for now is a sequence of 3 images pertaining to my interest in the artist Kara Maria.

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I ran into her the other day, in SF, and was able to get her to turn a relatively valueless 1964 Topps baseball card (#336, *ndre R*dgers, Chica go Cubs, SS from Nassau Bahamas pajamas) into a work of art : she made four little marks, an ideogram for “paw” but in our little world or moment a fake insignia for the “Cubs”.

(But I believe I said I would keep it for personal use — as a coaster or to turn my bike into a fake motorcycle — and would not sell it online or even publish it…)

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The second one is 1975 of the Astros’ Howard. I drew on black glasses and a picture on his right sleeve of his heart but shaped like my a**hole.

The third one is a randomly generated image found in cyber space of a human eye. I added the squiggly line.

 

“Digir-digir” besides being a typographical error of the word we use for fingering our 1’s and 0’s (O’s???), is an ancient Sumerian cunieform for “God” or “Sky” or sometimes “a**”.

(Compared to “#@*^” read “pound at star pointy thingy” which is Mort Walker Beetle Bailey grawlix materi*l — it’s weird to think that spelled that way it’s Oedipal).

So in this context “Digir” could be read “Dig her”.

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”Dig them”, rather: Kathryn Kain / Kara Maria collaboration coming soon:

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And1: the word “digir” is sometimes spilled “dingir” which reminds me of the word “dinger” which is baseball jargon for “home run”. The symbol looks like three little trumpets intersecting.

andand: makes me think of Frank Lobdell

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Possessed VS polished

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Dear Professor scholar Elif,
If I grab from a bookshelf in a café in Palo Alto California a book of check off writings and read one page and it references “wellingtons “, Would they be rubber or leather?
Happy holidays someday I’ll finish one of your books Mark Weiss plastic alto blog hey you should team up with Stanford grad MC Lars who writes funny white boy hip-hop rhymes about American literature.

 

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Are you ready for some Pueblo — part 2: Football all time great Earl ‘Dutch’ Clark Of the Lions but from Colorado

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I admit that although I’ve been watching football for 45 years I have never heard of this guy until they announce him as one of the 12 greatest backs of all time

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Jenny Tolman

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Fearless Girls

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By Kristen Visbal

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Go, Mama

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By Marta Thoma

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Chanel Miller

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This photo or this woman in the photo was on the cover of Time magazine 100 up-and-coming; I actually bought three copies for the three different covers, Awkwafina and my cousin Emily Weiss

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