I did not buy the Sunday Times today, but if I had I would likely read, then clip, these 6 arts stories:

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  1. Well, it’s not a story but a blurb about Savion Glover and I only want it for the picture, because I used a similar NYT lift for a Greyboy Allstars show in 1998, the poster I mean; he’s at The Joyce with a new show; someday, The Mitch?
  2. On page 10 “A Long and Winding Road: ‘Yesterday’ the film required a lengthy courtship for the right to use songs by the Beatles”. Shouldn’t it be “The Beatles”? See also Who vs The Who. Counting Crows vs The Counting Crows (who is counting, Adam and Immi, or the the little black birds?) by Dave Itzkoff. The business geek backstory for the film which imagines (like Mindy Kaling’s early “Matt and Ben”) what if there’s a guy who knows the Beatles catalog fairly well but across a universe where somehow they were otherwise deleted from the zeitgeist — also like the Ray Bradbury story about stepping off the dinosaur trail and getting skrewed. It got a pan from the PAW but I should still see it; I liked the Elton John Busby-esqu romp and of course Bohemian Rhapsody. I’d like to see a show about a Metallica roadie having a love child then 30 years later giving up the biz to become a yoga guru and having his daughter move back in with him and teach at the same dojo.
  3. J Hoberman Streaming column about “Fritz Lang’s Intersteller Overdrive”. about “Woman in the Moon” because I am hoping to collaborate someday with Richard Marriott of Club Foot Orchestra, who lived in Palo Alto briefly and sent his daughter — theme here — to Paly High and is hereby indicted into the Palo Alto Rock and Roll Archive because he claims plausibly in an interview with the author that he was or is a member of mysterious and masked rock band The Residents — and I’m going to cut and paste this paragraph and send it to Bo Crane and Steve Staiger Also I recently met by phone Roger Arvid Anderson a Dartmouth alum in SF who has worked with Richard Marriott and also underwrote a recent string piece about Orozco. If I do, as Earthwise at The Mitch — Eat’M, a classical run I’ve got that plus a Kronos spin-off thanks to having taken in a house concert in Sea Ranch reachingly. But otherwise I am capping or closing or looping the recent run of shows and remount of Eartwise and first pass at The Mitch as a cinch starting therefore with Allison Miller on October 18 and ending likely with Tom Harrell somewhere on October 24.
  4. back to the newspaper section that I’m not actually buying or reading but somehow am inspired to bluff my way through another 1,000 words-pressed: and by the way if you don’t mind a commercial interstitch The Angelika on Houston and Mercer is showing at 1 and 6 (my time) The Dead Don’t Die which I caught about 20 minutes worth up in Emeryville but then rushed home after getting a refund because it really freaked me out and made me want to walk my dog on 12 there is a story by Gia Kourlas about a dance group of mostly black people with music by Meshell Ndegeocello who I vow to someday a, book and b, learn to spell. Ronald K. Brown at Bard Summerstage.
  5. whereas on 13 across but not the gatefold 8-9 tv I skipped there is a dance company “Rope Burns Are a Possibility: Brendan Fernandes subverts dance and art with ‘ballet kink'” which lassoes me gray matter because just yesterday I finally had a Tito and Tonic — another commercial intertonic — at Protege on Cali reeled in there so to speak by my discovery of Windy Chien knots – -and I can do Windy Two by doing a “Windy Chien VS Brendan Fernandes
  6. Black Keys Jon Parles it was also in RS I think. “Let’s Rock”. The RS thing brought in in same breath or bundled together like faggots that’s a thing Jack White Racounteurs and reminds me that I met Mark Kozelek at Caffe Trieste and started to say that I confuse Jim White with Jim Black both drummers but stopped before I threw in ridiculously Jack Black. Although that kind of works because I only met the future Ms. Jack Black Tonya Harding I mean Tanya daughter of Charlie because Roger Anderson different Roger Anderson of Vapor Trail said Mark Kozelek Haden Tanya Haden Charlie Haden Duh to check out Spain. At DuNord years ago, then later BOTH but not The Fillmore. And I did post recently about Ralph Carney, that special parrot turned sadly canary in a cold mind, Portlandia.

check back for the links. It’s all about the links. As Aaron Luis Levenson the producer said at the class I took at UArts in 2004.

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On a Sunday: or, ‘anticipation’

Robert was cutting out sideshow freaks from an oversized paperback on Tod Browning. Hermaphrodites, pinheads, and Siamese twins were scattered everywhere. It threw me, for I couldn’t see a connection between these images and Robert’s recent preoccupation with magic and religion.
As always, I found ways to keep in step with him through my own drawing and poems. I drew circus characters and told stories about them, of Hagen Waker the nocturnal tightrope walker, Balthazar the Donkey-Faced Boy, and Aratha Kelly with his moon-shaped head. Robert had no more explanation of why he was drawn to freaks than I had in creating them.
iI was in that spirit that we would go to Coney Island to visit the sideshows. We had looked for Hubert’s on Forty-Second Street, which had featured Snake Princess Wago and a flea circus, but it had closed in 1965. We did find a small museum that had body parts and human embryos in specimen jars, and Robert got fixated on the idea of using something of that sort in an assemblage. He asked around where he might find something of that sort, and a friend told him about the ruins of the old City Hospital on Welfare (later Roosevelt) Island.

On a Sunday we traveled there with our friends from Pratt. There were two points on the island that we visited. The first was a sprawling nineteenth century building that had the aura of a madhouse; it was the smallpox hospital., the first place in America to receive victims of contagion. Separated only by barbed wire and broken glass, we imagined dying of leprosy and the plague.

The other ruins were what were left of the old City Hospital, with its forbidding institutional architecture, finally to be demolished in 1994 [Ocean Beach]. When we entered it, we were struck by the silence and an odd medicinal smell. We went from room to room and saw shelves of medical specimens in their glass jars. Many were broken, vandalized by visiting rodents. Robert combed each room until he found what he was looking for , an embryo swimming in formaldehyde within a womb of glass.

We all had to agree that Robert would most likely make great use of it. He clutched the precious find on his journey home. Even in his silence, I could feel his excitement and anticipation, imagining how he could make it work as art.

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Miscellaneous prize fight still footage

and1: speaking of which I look fairly pinhead-ish as I watch fireworks over Stanford Stadium last night after the San Jose Earthquakes defeated Los Angeles Galaxy 3-0 — I liked the Georgian guy, number 11.

Or, as David Shields says, when I write about Mark Kozelek or Robert Mapplethorpe I am writing about Mark Weiss


This is actually a potential introduction for a Sun Kil Moon show proposed for September 27 at The Mitch in light of his “The Opener” story on the Donny McCaslin record; it recounts a show in Tampa in which the promoter and his buddies make life even more difficult for our hero; we can do better. That is, I might just read this — which only references Sun Kil Moon in that I name drop a contemporanous recording, Ocean Beach. And I segue from the line “turn this into art” by saying “Please give an Earthwise Palo Alto The Mitch welcome to Sun Kil Moon” It’s exactly 3 min: Three Kil Mins.

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Earthwise Of Palo Alto Quantum Decoherence Of Jazz Shows – a

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C 1958 General A***** & Film Company

October 18, 2018 Mitchell Park Allison Miller, Ben Goldberg, Kirk Knufke

February **, 2019 Art Center  Amendola VS Blades VS Parker VS Skerik

April **, 2019 Art Center Beth Custer Drawdown

June 21, 2019 Mitchell Park Jane Monheit, Wong Vanharen Family Band

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Bob Margolin & Jimmy Vivino “Just Two Guys and 200 Stories “ special guest Mitch Woods, Saturday July 6, 2019 8 PM Mitchell Park El Palo Alto Room Tickets info 305-0701

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***** ******** Trio Sunday Aug 18 2 pmEARLY SHOW Mitchell Park
Sun Kil Moon Fri Sept 27 8 pm Michell Park (rock)
Scott Amendola/ Trevor Dunn/Philip Greenlief Friday Oct 11 8 pm Mitchell Park (jazz)
Tom Harrell Quartet Thursday Oct 24 ***********
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Beth Custer, Jerry Barrish, Hunter’s Point

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She did the soundtrack for a doc about the bail bondsman turn found object sculpture

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Jane Monheit arguably the most famous Connetquot alumnus


Jane Monheit sings tonite at Palo Alto’s Mitchell Park El Palo Alto Room, presented by Earthwise Productions (dots me). Her most famous Youtube performance is “I Won’t Dance” with Michael Buble (but from Jane’s cd) that has more than a million views.
She attended Connetquot High in Long Island where other notable alumni are a woman who played in the movie but not tv verson of Twin Peaks, two guys who played a minute in MLB (and one has a son there now), a magician, a small time novelist and playwright and Timothy Treadwell I had heard of who is the man who loved grizzly bears enough to be killed by one as immortalized by the Werner Herzog film, “Grizzly Man”.

I met Jane in 1998; and in fact I attended her first show, at Zinno’s in New York. She had just triumphed in the Thelonious Monk vocal competition and signed with power player Mary Ann Topper, the agent and manager.

She has garned two Grammy nominations. She has played the White House.
Tonite she has Mitchell Park.

Still from Werner Herzog film “Grizzly Man” based on life of Long Island native Tim Treadwell

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Fabric artist Windy Chien not afraid of limelight

Windy Chien creates art out of knotted fabric, dare I say rope.I spotted her work or guess correctly at its source, at the new Verve Coffee 100 block of University Avenue. Her website reveals that she has graces the interior of the high end Cali Ave eatery Protegee which ironically enough is the first floor of the office building which replaced Keystone Palo Alto / Edge rock club.

That’s notable because I knew Windy as the owner of Aquarius Records, in the Mission. A classic well curated indie, the store is related to Elephant 6, Noise Pop and 415 Records (some of that may pre-date Windy’s time).

Windy’s extant work is available via Themes and Projects on Minnesota aka Bryan and Mark of the former hip Palo Alto photo gallery (hip meaning, for example the police came by to check out the legality of some nudes — the gallery was unofficially known as Nudes + Prudes. That’s a joke. {Check that: she had a show there 2 years ago, so suprise may be limited}

My headline comes from a half-remembered but potentially joke, that I heard from Alan Black of Green Apple Books (the Glaswegian) something about a bar that would not serve “ropes” but the anthropomorphich hero/butt tried to sneak I’m but was told “I’m afraid not” or something. I left the spelling intact of the five-syllable word as wink back to Sylvia’s Serbian shrink in the previous post.

I should have outroed with rrope but here is Pee or P.E.E:

Windy Chien has forgotten more about 1900s music than most people ever knew.

I presume these were her friends:

Kelly Green re Andee Conners, Andee was a business partner at Aquarius or at least a loyal employee

And if you are totally stalking me or meaning to rob my house, you might be interested in knowing that in a tribute to Windy I am going to drink a Tito’s and Tonic at Protege then bike back to Stanford Shopping Center for the SFJAZZ program featuring Stanford Jazz Workshop All Stars.
I’m also meaning to see Akira Tana and Kenny Werner soonly enough.
And1: I had a piece of the 1981 SCVAL championship game basketball net, like one knot’s worth but don’t know where it is now. I know knot now.

At Berve Coffee, Palo Alto:

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Caster Semenya on The Farm

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One hundred eighteen years after university founder Leland Stanford hired Eadweard Muybridge to photo document and reveal mysteries of human and horse forms in motion, champion runner Caster Semenya comes to The Farm Angell Field Prefontaine Classic (!) Sunday to compete in the 800. She has not lost since 2015 on the track, that distance (She lost in the courts, who are baffled by her biology — or as David Starr Jordan might have said, what the fish?).

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Eadweard has 2 e’s and 2 a’s while Caster apparently has 2 X’s and a Y.

Caster covers two laps in about 1:54. In comparison, in April I finished the San Francisco Rock and Roll Half Marathon in just under the cutoff, four hours. I literally run a 23 and me.

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Caster easily beats 2 minutes half mile while yours truly would be thrilled to crank out 26 in 7 minutes each at next April’s race

There’s a sellout crowd expected. (They should have left the track in the football stadium).

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THREE VISAGES OF MY CLASSMATE AND FRIEND SYLVIA BROWNRIGG (FREMONT HILLS, GUNN) FROM 2009 READING OF “THE DELIVERY ROOM”

Sylvia was one of the brightest people in our class, but I didn’t realize until a reading of The Metaphysical Touch that she is also quite humorous

I stopped around minute 12, at the word “semen”
The book is or was on Counterpoint, founded by Wendell Berry and Gary Snyder. I saw Sylvia do a reading at the Jewish center for her YA book under a different nom de plume. I think she’s friends with Ann Packer.

She’s introduced, for 5 minutes, by Robert Hass, former U.S. Poet Laureate

and1: Robert Selz (1919-2019) z’l’

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From Ausmus to Meyers to chance



Who can guess why I have posted an item with a mug shot of a Dartmouth undergrad named Sophie Ausmus ’20 and an old tobacco era trading card of Chief Meyers of the New York Giants?
Well, they both went or go to Dartmouth, but more than that Sophie’s father Brad Ausmus ’91 was the first Ivy League catcher to play in the world series since Chief Meyers.

Yesterday, I went to the Old Pro to watch Mad Bum on the tube but instead semi-serendipitously attended a Dartmouth Club meeting — that’s how Aquarii roll sometimes.

I happened to sit at the bar next to two former Dartmouth players, Maddie Damore and Kristen Rumley.

When Dartmouth won league, for the first time ever, the game ended with a tap back to pitcher Rumley who threw for the putout to first baseman Damore, who high- fived. With a little more balls, so to speak, or beer, I might have asked them to reenact that moment for Plastic Alto.

Maddie volunteered that arguably Kristen was the best female athlete of her generation. She was two-time all Ivy pitcher, with 670 strikeouts in 669 innings and selected as the Kenneth Archibald Trophy winner for her class. (As compared to the Barrett Cup I discussed here earlier my D colleague Keith Boykin won for track).

For the 1980s I know or know of all 10 winners of the Archibald Cup, including my classmate Allison Barlow who led Dartmouth to the Ivy League lacrosse championship.

It seems that in the years between Allison Barlow 1986 and Kristen Rumley 2015 most of the male winners of this award went on to play either Major League Baseball, NHL hockey or NFL football: Jay Fiedler, Lee Stempanik, Mark Johnson et cetera.

Kristen will most probably be inducted to the Wearers of The Green when she becomes eligible five years out.

I believe that my fellow Gunn alumnus is WOTG for tennis: Rebecca Dirksen.

I told the two ladies that my former roommate Peter Gallenz was belatedly inducted I mean recently but more than a decade after his deeds for biathlon in that he was not an Olympian but was on the national team, close enough. (He coached ladies biathlon at the Olympics, and missed competing as an athlete by one space or two, twice).

I told Kristen, from Katy, Texas near Houston, that she should ring Murray Bowden ’71 the football hero and real estate tycoon on general principles. I claim that Dartmouth sports heroes take phone calls from bloggers and love to discuss the old days (I interviewed Bowden in 1985 for The D, and recently rang Pete Broberg and Shaun Teevans. I still think Teevans has a distinction of having the most combined touchdowns and hockey goals in Ivy History, around 30 I think it was)

And then oddly I ran into Mark Fadill the former runner steeplechaser at Whole Foods who said his daughter at Paly runs like he does — I gave him the rundown of Rumley and Archibald and all that.

Circling back to my headline, or rounding those literal literary or figurative bases and bringing it all home, when I asked Maddie (Saint Francis of Mountain ie home girl) and Kristen if they had heard of Brad Ausmus they said his daughter was their teammate. Around the girdled earth we roam, her spell on us remains.

Oh, did I mention that when i dropped a knife on my toe in the kitchen this month the Stanford emergency room doc who stitched me up was also an alumna?

In a related matter my father Paul Weiss was likely the only person who both heard Gabby Harnett on the radio hit his famous championship homer and saw Buster Posey on tv hit a playoff walkoff homer

Her:

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“Rum babe, rum babe, rum babe, swing!”

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Hey all you promiscuous women of color in jazz, have we got the drug for you!

BIKTARVY — for when the A-Train takes you a wee bit too far.

This ad banner popped up with my The New York Times subscription (and ironcially they had an article about JD Allen today, a recurring feature about forces shaping the future– this ad looks like a cross between Tuskegee experiment, Requiem for an American Dream and -insert racist trope here)

This is a $20Billion per year company — you think they could do something to help jazz, in remedy to their vicious stereotypes.

To find out more info, complain or threaten a boycott and picket of Gilead Pharmaceuticals of Foster City, call Sung Lee, 650-524-7792. Thank you.

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Liu Jianhua trace drip at Pace recommended to purchase for Palo Alto public art collection in honor of Yangpu, Jeremy Lin and Eric Filseth

Years ago, I wanted to donate a Stacey Carter painting to the City in honor of Mayor Sid Espinosa. And then I wanted to donate a small Rob Syrett painting in honor of Yiaway Yeh’s term. I think we should add a piece likewise each year

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perfect for digital new world

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lucky

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Foreign language speakers in line for popular noodle lunch, near City Hall:

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