LABOR ZIONISTS TENDED TO TOLERATE RELIGIOUS ZIONIST

ORTHODOXY RATHER THAN

CONFRONT IT vs Groucho Marx prunes riff

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Blackletter vs Blackfriar

Blackletter is a typeface, for instance in the Bible, Gutenberg — itself subject to a Broadway musical; Black Friar is or was an arts org or senior society at University Chicago to which my grandfather belonged. He was also Phi Beta Kappa.

There’s a musical named “Chicago” that Huey Lewis of Huey Lewis and the News once starred in but Pop Pop did not. He wrote something about his fraternity brother Roy Disney taking over the world, which actually came true. Or creating his own world Disneyland.

J.B. Pritzker did meanwhile sing “if I were a rich man” at Beth Am in 1974 when he was 10 and was merely a rich boy; he is governor of Illinois and a Jew. Nathan Shedroff who is Joshua Redman’s first cousin and also worked for the guy who wrote about typefaces and information — I’m forgetting his name — Access Guide guy or guide methinks — is the only other person alive who remembers J.B. pretty impressive take. The history professor at Princeton Amy Borovoy might have been there too but she has not responded for comment.

Something I’m not sure what wants me to close with spit in the whole and tune again.

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Earthwise welcomes Nefesh Mountain Friday in Palo Alto

Palo Alto Art Center Auditorium 1313 Newell at Embarcadero

Doors 7:45 8 pm show all ages

$18 advance, $5 students EventBrite

Earthwise 31st season thank god it’s Friday

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Death comes for the archbishop Riordan

The author Willa Cather, when she mattered, in her best work said lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds. And I remember that, from my days at Dartmouth. Eighteen seventy-three, nineteen forty-seven. Seventeen sixty nine, nineteen eighty six rather. Do the math. 

And I read one page of another of her works, Death Comes for the Archbishop. It takes place in New Mexico. The page I read I think describes an incident where the protagonist hurls a pewter mug at a servant, and kills him, then plots his escape. But he is thinking about The Pueblo Revolt and he claims that in Jemez (to him, and Cather “Jamez”) they ride a priest, drunkenly — and in pajamas, perhaps — until death comes to that guy too. Mules not murals. 

But since I am, for two more weeks, really into basketball, I think first of Archbishop Riordan, probably the most successful prep basketball program in the CCS all time and then Mike Riordan of the Bullets.

Through 2018 Riordan was the top hoops program in the conference and likely the section CCS

And I am off to the races. Stop ball! Stop ball! Stop ball!

And if I was not following these thoughts, not so much stream of consciousness as chasing in vain Curley Neal of the Globetrotters, who I wrote about for the PTT, back in 1984. But if I were not writing I would be reading:

  1. Canyon Dreams: A basketball season on the Navajo Nation by Michael Powell (which was suggested by the Navajo trumpet player Delbert Anderson who played Earthwise at Lytton Plaza with Rabiah Kabir, flute; Jonathan Lagunta Bautista tenor Selmer Mark VI actually although I had to ask him if it was a tenor or the weird Alto I found for him on Portola Street in 2019 the 250th anniversary of Portola finding El Palo Alto in 1769; with Brian McCaul on percussion and yours truly Mark Weiss on bongos, ping pong balls and dog-toy.
  2. The Adventures of Philip Marlowe “Red Wind” “The Old Acquaintance” “The Orange Dog” CBS Radio circa 1949 donated by Nick Peterson a former Woodside hipster hoopster and Stanford fireman drafted thematically and auspiciously by the Texas Rangers; although these I listen to it on the cd player in PEW ZL — my dad’s old car.
  3. Other titles I am not reading today: Adam Johnson, Fortune Smiles especially the bit about the paralyzed woman trying to conceive while listening to Nirvana Come As You Are; Virginia Piedmont — there’s spun a pun — Blues by Pearson; Andy Dolich who I ran into or ran down yesterday at Peet’s near Paly Goodbye, Oakland; a cd — yes, I read cds’ the notes The Levin Brothers with Ali Ryerson Fade to Blue especially apropos of a certain flute playing Stanford student who orders fruit by the truckload; MoJo magazine especially the reviews by Sylvie Simmons; doesn’t quite fit here but I like Ricki Lee Jones at The guild last night but only stayed for about 3 numbers including the last taxi or whatever its called – -I taped it — and Chuck E. Weiss –made me want to commission the Yale A Capella group Dooks to re-mount the whole evening and or Will Bernard the Berkeley guitarist to do likewise. 
  4. Back to hoops, I rooted for Riordan against Sacred Heart in the CCS semis two years ago; was appalled that King Wilhite transferred midseason his senior year to a basketball charter school in Las Vegas; only to pop up again at CCSF; I played for the 1981 Gunn Titans that beat Riordan in CCS semis at Maples, thanks to Kent Lockhart; we also beat the week before San Carlos whose plucky leader on the ball was Dave Dempsey son of and father of pro baseball players. I was comped into a sold 0ut NCAA baseball game at Stanford last year or was sold a ticket to an otherwise sold out show by saying “Con Dempsey — 164 Strikeouts to lead PCL” — he also went to Sequoia High of Redwood City which will have me ringing Bret Baird who runs the Roosevelt HOF: I met a Mr. North of Mitty whose not related to Billy North of the A’s but has two sons playing at Milpitas High; last, kudos to the musubi mom at Wilcox and lastly baseball and music not hoops but Satterwhites Sabbag rock combo band cannot be The Vida Blues since Page McConnell got there first which reminds me that I tracked down Pumpsie Green about renaming the Henry Butler Etienne deRocher duo in his honor and he called me back to say “my wife says no dice, Weiss” and that’s the toots. Or the tooth. From this long-o-tooth Feller, bobbing in my stream of something something. Or as the late Chauncey Loomis once said — and I’m sure the tape is out there somewhere — now you are really writing. 

and1: Riordan of the Bullets – -and who calls their team the Bullets? was 6 foot 4 about the same size as Lockhart and went to Providence College was drafted in the 12th round but about 120th pick — similar to Lock – -and scored 6,000 points and garnered one championship ring, for the 1970 Knicks. Lock of course was drafted by the Knicks, round 6, never played NBA played four years pro ball but is an all time great here in Palo Alto, in El Paso and in Melbourne. 

Melvin:

(I turned at random to a page from Dolich and Newhouse and shot the word “Melvin” — goes here)

Cricket: not the dancer at Stanford but the Asian sport which according to the Economist is coming here to The New World:

(picture or art of Cricket the sport goes here –credit line from The Economist)

I’m here all weeks, try the leftover Chinese food that was in the car all day during unseasonal heat spell or the soup from Palo Alto Sol that fell through a wet paper bag — I saw the best next-day meals of my generation destroyed by gravity and chaos….

 

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Jumpin’ with symphony Cid

Well, you’ve never heard of me, bob, even though I’ve written you 50 times.  (“What about Bob?”)

1) I did produce one Cindy Bullens show at the Stanford student union for Earthwise Productions. I Remember the radio promoter or the music Director of Alice 97.7 came to lunch with us.  I had no idea who she was, only that the agent was someone I did business with.  I Remember the thing about the child with cancer.  

2) I have a similar name to Mary Weiss, and I discovered The Donnas. 

I think I wrote to Mary Weiss once about The Donnas.  

I am Turning 60 in exactly 12 hours and 62 minutes— who knows maybe I’ll go to the Niners game as “Mary“ not Mark…. Not all the cards have been dealt.  

Mark weiss

In Palo Alto

Sent from my inner girl power

Coda: in fall of 1981 I was a stringer for the peninsula Times  tribune  covering high school football and Mike Nolan the sports writer had transitioned to Michelle Nolan…. They said that the other Sportswriters put a cucumber in their mail box — I got blackballed from the Greek system at dartmouth in ‘84 for writing about Gay rights —

What makes Sammy run?

This book was written by my fellow dartmouthian Budd Schulberg, who told a convention of journalists in Hanover circa 1999 that he was almost expelled by President Hopkins for  writing a sympathetic account of a miners‘ strike up in Vermont. 

On Jan 23, 2024, at 8:15 PM, Bob Lefsetz <bob@lefsetz.com> wrote:

”TransElectric: My Life as a Cosmic Rock Star”: https://rb.gy/s679py

You might not know who Cidny Bullens is, but you should read his book.

Yet if you were a rock aficionado back in the seventies, and devoured all the information you could lay your hands on, of course you know who Cindy Bullens is, she’s the backup singer who toured with Elton John and was going to break big with her powerhouse rock vocals.

But she didn’t.

Mary Weiss died the other day, you know, of the Shangri-Las. “Leader of the Pack” is what you hear most these days, but I always preferred its predecessor, “Remember (Walking in the Sand).” It was a hit during the summer of ’64, it battled the Supremes’ first Top 40 crossover hit, “Where Did Our Love Go?,” for chart dominance. Both great cuts, at the time I preferred the Shangri-Las tune, although now my preference has flipped. In any event, back then I saw the acts as equals, but they didn’t turn out to be. The Shangri-Las stalled out, and the Supremes became icons. But I’ll never forget seeing Mary Weiss with her long blond hair and boots on TV. But Mary didn’t write the songs, and therefore she rode out her days as an administrator at an architecture firm. You see you’ve got to earn a living.

So Cindy Bullens is plucked out of obscurity by Elton John

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THIRTY-SIX KEYBOARDS EMPLOYED BY VANGELIS

Both grand pianos, the Roland SH-3A and the Rhodes 88 were retained for Vangelis’ active late 1970s and early 1980s setup, which also featured newer synthesizers by Yamaha (CS-40M and GS-1), ARP Instruments (Pro Soloist2500Odyssey), Oberheim Electronics(TVS-1A, four and eight-voice Polyphonic Synthesizers), Sequential Circuits (Prophet-5 and Prophet-10), Roland (Jupiter-4, ProMars Compuphonic and the modular Systems 101, 102, and 104), a Korg Polyphonic Ensemble, an RSF Kobol Black Box, and a MiniMoog. Other studio equipment during this period included the Solina String Ensemble and EKO Stradivarius string synthesizers; sequencers by ARP, Roland (CSQ-100 and CSQ-600), and Oberheim (DS-2); drum machines by Simmons(SDS-V), Korg (KR-55, Mini Pops 120), Roland (CR-5000 Compurhythm), and Linn (LM-1); vocoders by EMS (Vocoder 1000) and Roland (VP-330 VocoderPlus Mk. I); and the Dubrecq Stylophone350S. Vangelis also added a CrumarCompac-piano and a Yamaha CP-80 to his piano set-up.[129]  

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THIRTEEN MUSICIANS THREE DOGS AND AN ARTIST



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Charlotte’s mother arrives. She brings her cello. She’s an expert on the siege of Leningrad. She has written a book on the topic. When Charlotte’s coma is induced, her mother fills the neuro ward with the saddest sounds ever conceived. For days, there is nothing but the swish of vent baffles, the trill of vital monitors, and Shostakovich, Shostakovich, Shostakovich. (Adam Johnson, “Nirvana” 2015 in Fortune Smiles)

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OPEN LETTER TO EI

OPEN LETTER TO ETHAN IVERSON ONE OF MY FAVS ALTHOUGH I SOMETIMES DIRVE HIM NUTS, RIGHT? DIRVE OR DRIVEL EITHER OR ETHER ORE

I am a former journalist turned concert promoter and record producer so it is always a thrill when someone I know or like is written up in The New York Times, still the paper of record.

It’s especially propitious if there is something good in there day of show — I produced 60 shows last year. I buy the NYT at Mac’s Smoke shop maybe 250 times per year, (plus I get it online).

I’d say that only a handful of times there is something great in the paper and I put it out at the box office table or show it to the artist, to get them especially psyched. 

I also remember very well that the day the papers said Obama was elected POTUS The Times also featured Mary Halvorson a guitarist I saw with John Tchicai in Philadelphia Ars Nova Mark Christman a couple years prior (and who else but Plastic Alto strings a meme: Obama-Mary-Halvorson-Mark Christman-Ars-Nova?)

So it was a mixed blessing to know of a positive new Ethan Iverson review in The Times but to read about it in his substack which is like a blog, and not see it organically in the paper itself first. Of his new Blue Note release “Technically Acceptable”.

And today for further reference or digression of more about ME ME ME and my memes and less about Ethan I bought four papers: NYT, WSJ, The Merc and The Chron. I never read more than five percent of what I buy.

I first heard about Ethan from June Omura, a dancer from Mark Morris Dance. I am not sure if I knew much about Mark Morris before I met Dr. Ellen Omura standing in line to meet Yo Yo Ma at a big box in SF. In 2000, or twenty four years ago.

Ethan was a co-founder of The Bad Plus. And was on the cover of Downbeat. More than once.

I have said, and it bears repeating, Ethan Iverson could win a MacFound Genius Grant just for his writing.

So I am thrilled to have onsale Ethan Iverson solo April 1, 2024 no fooling at Earthwise at The Mitch in Palo Alto, California with Marta Sanchez solo as the opening act or co-bill. Ethan as a trio is playing multiple shows at Joe Henderson Room (the Joe? The Hen?) SF Jazz end of March. Not the ides of March but the EIdes of March, perhaps. 

I admit I have barely metaphorically speaking scratched the surface of Ethan’s new Blue Note cd and I did not notice there was a piano sonata* on it. I don’t think I know what a piano sonata is beyond a song cycle. Or extended composition. By the way, I am trying to produce 8 or EIght days and nights of piano shows, mostly solo, at The Mitch and make less cruel thereby April. Hurry up keys, its time. Maybe that’s what I will call the series HURRY UP KEYS ITS TIME.

Duffy and daddy discovering together the new Ethan Iverson sonata which Seth Colter Walls says is high spirited and sturdy. *as above: despite the fact that it is nearly 16 minutes in duration and literally title “Piano Sonata: Allegro Moderato; Piano Sonata: Andante; Piano Sonata: Rondo: if you are reading here you may notice I sometimes say “And1” to introduce a footnote which is more Elgin Baylor than Errol Garner, peel me?

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The Lost Weekend

I knew Donald Burnham of dartmouth. By phone and buy letter. One verse players or teammates in cross country told me they thought it was funny when the movie came out about the drunker who had a homophone name to Don Burnham. Burnham was one of only two NCAA champions in the history of dartmouth key as a miler in 1936 and then Adam Nelson and shotput in 2010 or so. Donald, Burnham of dartmouth was Harry Hillman’s protégé. he became a psychiatrist affiliated with Walter Reed in Bethesda Maryland, but did not compete into the Olympics because the US boycott Hitler. Hillman boycott Hitler 36 but lawson Robertson, Hillman, buddy, or they were connected at the kneecaps went as a coach. 
I found two collectible pocketbook versions of the bases for the movie.

my wife thinks having a library is like playing bridge and I need to discard. 

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Spencer Jones of Stanford ate at the same restaurant as I last night, but I did not accost him nor shoot him; I did introduce this morning at Café Venice myself to Barry Eisler, the spine novelist, and told him that when I go to the bathroom, I am preparing to be jumped by spies, and how would I myself despite the relative lack of training for such confrontations; I’m slightly neurotic.

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