Has ‘Rock and Roll’ jumped the shark?

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Yo Kiro Taco Bell meets I want my MTV

I remember in 1992 getting a Christmas card from Lane Wurster of mammoth records and thinking that there was an oasis somewhere where people could be “punk” or “Indie” and still be in business  Mammoth had seven or eight employees and posed with Clyde Jones and some of his creations   I knew I was done with advertising but wasn’t sure what was next.

After a few stints  as a marketing guy for environmental groups nonprofits NGOs or activism I decided to put on concerts full-time and I’ve kept on it 25 years

I don’t think the world has gotten any more environmental or green there’s a lot of Greenwash propaganda. For example I have no idea what to make of Lil Dicky and is really fun animated video about earth it is our planet.

I remember when Wells Fargo had some PO P in my branch of a black chick with an Afro holding a guitar backlit in the dark and it was an ad for a small business loan.

Just now watching the Giants on TV – I also actually had a ticket I bought for six dollars on stub hub but decided to let it fly —  there’s an ad for Taco Bell that starts with some guy on stage belting out some tune and then if you rewind it you realize he singing about nacho something or other he certainly wasn’t Jack Black or anybody as far as I can tell. “Rocker dude” is just another trope.  Although I did like the woman from Arcade Fire who has her heart in the environmental activism and social action things “plus one.”

This is a weird Segue but I’ve been to two Kirsten Gillibrand events and I started to talk with some of her people about using Music for the campaign and I was imagining her getting Dessa who has an interesting song in the credits of the Ruth Bader Ginsburg movie about the bull in the china shop.  In the China doll in the bullpen. Although Amy Klubachar of the same state was supposedly using it.  I was even thinking Kirsten could go to the 930 club and go backstage and meet Dessa.  And I was thinking, because Kirsten is multi talented and pretty well put together for a woman to 50 that she could conceivably dance a little bit for example to this tune. But if you’re potentially the POTUS unless it’s your daughter’s wedding, you might limit the moves to two or three beats at most.  We want a female POTUS who hints that she can dance but does not actually have to dance for us.

5EE328C5-169D-4289-9158-88A32368B213.pngB:w or edita two days later:

IRONICALLY AND OR IDIOTOTICALLY I READ THE TIMES FEATURE ON THE UMG VAULT FIRE AND MY TAKEAWAY WAS A SCREEN CAPTURE OF TOM PETTY

 

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Random grouping of recent photos including: my Rwandan/Belgian friend F—– at Apple visitor center; Scott Amendola at recent Earthwise hit; Skerik — don’t call me “Wally” at recent show at Palo Alto Art Center; Wil Blades; Jeff Parker, who will be playing a show at Stanford Jazz Workshop with Scott Colley; a Palo Alto High School student’s paiting

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Rose B Simpson, Maria (black on black car) VS Steady Rollin’ Bob Margolin (blues man)

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Actually what gave me this idea is the chapter heading p 83 of Hearts of Our People catalog “Maria, Rose, Empowerment, and Indigenous Woman Rollin’ Hard”.

The name “Rose” could reference a fragrant flower or physical motion in this case upward. Whereas “Bob” could be a nicked name for “Robert” or the motion or path of a solid object of wood or plastic (and or captured air or gas) temporarily or partially immersed in water.

Our planet, Earth can be described conversely (relative to the previous sentence about “bob”) as water “temporarily or partly” immersed in or on land.

81CF3FC4-0F89-4C14-9B68-2A2AF8831C40.jpegI don’t believe my father Paul Weiss lived long enough to have seen rose car Maria 2014 but he would’ve liked it because he sold Chevy for 40 years and this is a 1985 El Camino.

Roses work in about 1000 other female artists are being shown in Minneapolis until August and then the show rolls perhaps towed by Mrs. Simpson’s magic vehicle.

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Mark Stewart VS Mark Stewart pka Stew


I just got word from City Winery that they are doing a series of special shows in honor of deceased legends. There is a Pete Seeger show for example, that is curated by Mark Stewart “of the Paul Simon Band”.
This made me wonder if Stew uses a banjo on any of his vernacular pieces.
Also, excuse the segue, was excited to learn that Hadestown the Broadway smash and Tony winner is actually the Anais Mitchell piece that I think I recall catching whiff of or someone mentioned to me. I’ve been tracking long-form works by rock bandleaders and singer-songwriters since 2002 when Stew and Heidi told me about their series of meetings with Bill Bragin and George C. Wolfe of Public Theatre of New York and Joe’s Pub. I read, last night, playing ketchup, that Anais had worked on her piece since 2006 even in early workshop form a journey longer than that of “Passing Strange” and likely equally strange, like 13 years, or maybe 19, I’ll check my math later.
Todd Sickafoos did the album as producer. Todd I met with Noe Venable years ago, and he also appeared in shows as sideman with Jenny Scheinman, and Scott Amendola. I recall hanging with Todd and his pals in an Austin hotel room at Folk Alliance about 15 years ago: David Berkeley, Alicia Rose et al.

I think Laura Thomas probably mentioned Anais Mitchell “Hadestown” to me. I know for Shirley that when I bounced off her my idea of a Wallace Stenger song book, she mentioned the guy in Sacramento who wrote or commissioned or produced or spearheaded 40 songs about POTUS. (I also had a mistral mental about the year the Giants played the Rangers and I wanted to compile if not commission 18 songs about baseball from Austin and SF s/sers. I think I wanted to use an image from James Dean “Giant” as the logo)
And this doesn’t go here at all but Mark Kozelek has a newish song about listening or watching “Manchester by The Sea” but not liking it but appreciating more James Franco “Palo Alto” such that if I ever do a Mark Kozelek show here I will not only rename the venue “the Mitch” but the poster will have James Franco on it, obscure nerdy MKism.

Mark my words we talking about a revolution, starts with a banjo. We of the long necks.

and 1: I went to a presentation at Palo Alto Historical Association about the history of rock in Palo Alto — by Bo Crane – and it had some stuff about Kingston Trio, which I didn’t know was a Calypso reference and their names were David Guard et al and I wanted to bring up that John Stewart later joined that group and also wrote “Daydream Believer” for the Monkees and his nephew Jamie Stewart has some sort of Palo Alto connection (Xiu Xiu, Ten in the Swear Jar, Indestructible Beat of Palo Alto – maybe “Palo Alto Rock A A to Z: I and I”) and also John’s brother Jamie’s dad Michael Stewart produced for Michael Jackson.

Oh, and not to toot my own horn — but David Shields did say that when I write about Pete Seeger I am inevitably and indestructibly writing about little Markie Mark — but when I ran for City Council in 2009 as a way to pick up on TMW then not even then known here as TMT Gary from Gryphon Stringed lent me a banjo but not a long-necked one as a subtle Pete Seeger reference and I posed for Valerie Weber of the PAW with it near the side door of Cubberley multi-purpose room which for me was once a high school dance, a blink 182 show, a library, a hip hop Japanese thingy with Shing02,and a children’s museum, but Steve Cohen said it cost me votes because it was like Michael Dukakis wearing combat gear and riding a tank.Actually another lady, a friend of Doria Summa, said that my facial hair cost me some votes, that plus she said she saw my butt-crack.that actually makes me want to outro with a country song about butt-cracks: 1, let’s go some place where there is no depression; 2, big muddy.
I got an A+ for a paper I wrote for Blanche Gelfant on “Call it Sleep” about use of the word “crack”. Stew on that or in that. mic drop emoji

stew19A few weeks later I thought to hereby acknowledge not Mark Stewart but Michael Stewart the artist, indirectly the subject of a new show at Guggenheim. Times they are a-sayin’.

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Vijay Iyer Trio ‘Optimism’ 7:23 VS Anish Kapoor ‘Mother As A Mountain’ 1985, for Donald, Janice and Mark

Mother as a Mountain by the Indian Anish Kapoor which is coincidnetally in Minneapolis but the Walker not MIA

Terry TMW bought a Bose cd player but it turns on by itself if you plug in a MacPro to charge and lay it near or on the black sleek otherwise fairly intelligent box.
Like today. And it chose to play (or Terry did, initially) a track from Vijay Iyer 2012 ACT session “Accerlando” which seems Spanish for the speed up, Track 2 an original called “Optimism”. I was sipping my coffee, Philz,from a Peet’s Chicago Loop mug — I was borned there, or boned there, in the sense of the Creator endowing my sack of flesh with a bit of hardness and shape — on the South Side.

The song is around 7 nad a half minutes and I became aware of it, and it particularly with about 30 seconds remaining and hit rewind or two arrows to the left;
First I wanted to test myself; Could i just sit and listen to a chunk of music for 7:23?

Chicago also has Anish Kapoor’s most famous work, although it is also the most frequently mis-identified. It is not a bean. Try to make coffee from it!
Out of 11 songs the set has five originals by VI and covers of Herbie Nichols, Duke Ellington, Flying Lotus slash Thundecat, Steve something, James Templeton or something. Henry Threadgill (who, in 2001, when I was off for sabbatical to NYC or Brooklyn or 30 Carroll Street in Red Hook near Van Brunt and a chilly morning walk over the Brooklyn Parkway towards Henry Street and the –QBE? Queens Brooklyn Expressway? –Fall Cafe or Gathering Cafe — there was a guy there that said he was in a band called So So Human — and they recommende Motherless Brooklyn — and a young woman came to my room to teach me yoga — and I went to a Nan Goldin show and bought a box of postcards and tried to sneak one onto the wall my host had covered in her photos — I never heard what she thought – -and when I came back the following year, after the towers had been imploded — she had a running total of how many mice they had caught in that room — apparently mice fled the implosion and took up mice-holds in Red Hook. Oh, yeah, so Hans Wendl a jazz expert from Munich and sort of a mentor to me as a jazzmonger said I should whilst masquerading as a 212/714 – -is thata the number the digits the dig its for Brooklyn == check out Threadgill. Liberty Ellman who went to Sonoma State with my former sig-ot SS — but not Sylvie Simmons — plays with Threadgilll. My neighbor Ben the Yale football and javelin star and quad-daddio had a yard sale and his wife gave me or sold me cheaplike for a quarter or dollar or on credit a Threadgill record with The Lib — I liberated a Threadgill — been spinning it in my 250 Hybrid.

I hit repeat a couple times, then lit it drift to 3 which is Rodney Temperton. The voice in my head as I peck on the keys here reminds me of seeing a Mark Kozelek show at Kuumbwa by Folkyeah and he reads not sings from a script and has a meta-piece where he goes something like “People say, Mark, ‘all you are doing is reading a bunch of words from a page’ well you try reading a bunch of words from a page!” and I saw Donny McCaslin this WO at Bing and told him that Mark played a song of his or namechecked him.

We wrote to Steve Cohen the artist manager and asked if Vijay Iyer could come to the Stanford Math department lounge and do a casual soft ticket show on the piano that Paul J. Cohen had donated to his former colleagues. The thought was that Vijay of all people might have an inkling — a small amount of ink –as commpared to an iota which is from the Hebrew word for tiny hand yad — of the continnuum hypothesis and how the keys and steps are or are not like the number line or infinity – the space between the iotas as it were or shall be soon and for the rest of your life. The problems of 13

OH FUCK HE IS PLAYING MICHALE JACKSON–ACTUALLY BY STEVE PROCARO AND JOHN BETTIS

Human nature…the problems of 12 billion people does not amount to a hill of my mother or a 30 pound pile of red pigment. Or 11 billion pig men. Or pig pen mknerned we saw his grave and I left a little something something. Or the horse men invented by Boots Riley who is actually Jewish despite throwing stones Palestinian style.

I made a painting at one of those paint workshops cum cocktail hour team-building scams and I put for clouds thinking of something Mateo Romero cochiti told me or showed me idograms I dog rams? ideograms — drawings of ideas, like glyphs — that sort of meant “rain” and sort of look like UFOs.

Goodbye pork pot hats. Good bye Patnaudes. If you get to MIA go see the Hearts of Native America show, for women by women for everyone actually.
Go ask Alice, when she’s 10 feet tall. Go tell Momma on the Mountain. Turtle mountain, KEYA in Belcourt North Dakota signing off. Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for Mother Star. Iyer.

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Minneapolis Institute show of female artists and catching up with my old neighbor and classmate

This looks like a custom painted roadster black on black by Rose Simpson in honor of the San I potter Maria Martinez, at MIA, the photo if not the car

Alisa Patnuade says she’s fixing to retire and start a new life as an artist of some sort after many years of service for we the people and our fair state. She sent regrets about having to miss my Jane Monheit show, but was kind enough to send regards and then pick up the phone so we could gab, gab, gab.

When she mentioned North Dakota I was reminded that she has heritage in the Chippewa community. She said her mom and pa were both half, so she is half too. (Elizabeth Warren, if you are reading this, take note). We talked a bit about her brother Donald — we all rode the school bus together three or four years — and four women she recently saw as a “50th Reunion” of their kindergarten days — whereas I came to the hood in 1974, age 10, fifth grade.

I mentioned to her a cool show of Native Art in Minneapolis at its Institute of Art, of Mia –which reminds me if you ex-squeeze the digression Mia Levin of 7th, 8th and 9th grade only is my “Miss M” for my rock series.

Black on black feathers by DM Sanchez, circa 1980, in a private collection

The above is by Rose Simpson a Santa Clara (New Mexico, a pueblo) artist. I don’t know if I’ve met her but I’ve met or spoke to Roxanne Swentzell (her mom), Diego Romero (her former step dad), Mateo Romero (former step uncle I guess; Cochiti), Santiago Romero (step brother), Jody Naranjo, cousin; oh, yes, Susan Folwell, Jody Folwell — I wonder how many of them are in the show — It’s all ladies, actually. The sisters are doing it for themselves. Which reminds me that Rose apaprently also sings or raps (and therefore turned down the chance to be in The Pueblo Girls apocryphal or dream world rock band — i.e. opens for Journey and the like, on aesthetic principles or too busy.

I bought the catalog and only got as far as Hopi.

Maybe I will make it to the show. In Minneapolis. (I used to have cousins in St. Paul but I think they went east-ward. The photo above, the mast for Plastic Alto, is me in a bowling alley in St. Paul).

I remember Donald Patnaude.

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A Call for ‘Kurt Cobain Plaza’

He is not from here but is the voice of a new America, a prophet, in the spirit of lineage of Whitman


Ok, I admit it was I who under a nom de plume posted an attack on the effort to re-name Lytton Plaza for a then recently deceased prominent Palo Alto clan figurehead and namesake. I spoofed the idea by posting lyrics based on Nirvana “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. (I did a second similar thing a year or so later, against the proposal to build an office tower at 27 University: “27 Nation Army” spoof on White Stripes “Seven Nation Army”)

And to be honest, if someone can be honest or that courageous on the internet or their own blog, I did lay low for a while at some point in my 10 year run as a political asprirant or dissident here because I was concerned that there would be some push back or revenge from the powerful forces that had skin in the game (meaning millions or billions of dollars behind them, and many many friends — ie. I might be making enemies just being me, and speaking my conscience).

Or, I could be slightly paranoid.

I remember staying up late and watching SNL in its heyday and Talking Heads came on and sang “Take me To The River” and I was transfixed; I had never seen a pop music vocal of that variety.

I did not see:

until ten minutes ago. Wow. I posted:
This is fucking mindblowing. Or Nevermind, blow me. (ok, I wrote it in code: this is f’ing mind-blowing.Or never-mind-blowyo. “Yo” meaning I in Spanish).

So although I’ve always been a fan of Nirvana
TK

this goes in the wrong newshole but:

Vagina. Phil Winston was fired for saying “Vagina”. Eve Ensler wrote about her vagina. Lisa Brown an elected official in Michigan castigated right wing pols in her state, apropos of Roe V Wade said “Thank you for your interest in my vagina”.
Censorship is unamerican, yo. Freedom of expression is as American as my Mom’s….apple pie.

Another important Casti grad in music, besides Grace Slick nee Wing is Rupa Marya of Rupa & The April Fishes. She has a recent song that goes “It’s not about a woman not saying ‘no’ its about a woman saying ‘hell, YES!'” but I’m not sure what its about. Go ask Alice.

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Ragady Anne, ‘Valley Girl’ VS Sun Kil Moon ‘Duk Koo Kim’

I don’t know where this came from other than YouTube and its smarty pants algo-rhythm thought that I or you would like this or thought it could convince me to post this here, talk about Auto Co Wrecked.
One is from 1993 about a young girl who induces vomit and saves the evidence in small jars, while the other (by a singer with a penis) is from about 2010 based on a true story about a Korean prize fighter who lets an American punch him in the face until he falls to the mat and an angel comes down and opens his eyes, to a new way of life, soft and warm on a summer’s night, if you are feeling, feeling that way Choo.

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The ‘V’ Word; or et tu VS me too

Go ask Alice


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I misread this to believe for a second that the screen writer was a Casti grad — as Grace Slick was.
I was going to sugget she write an original treatment about the Donnas.

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Hey don’t castigate this group of innocents.
Come to think ot if: that’s a cool name for the brouhaha over the school expansion: CastiGate.

The auntie of a Casti grad wrote this


Also, this might be inappropriate for this thread but it is a true fact and not fake news that when Eve Ensler spoke at Casti the columnist of the local paper Janet Luca Norton wrote about the event without mentioning the name of her most famous book and project.

Whereas a couple years later the Paly principal Phil “Chill Phil” Winston got fired for booking the author into an assembly then as girls left the buidling he stopped them and said, “hey, don’t you want to learn about your valedictorian?”

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Ok, one more:
Do you mean to say that Castilleja has enacted a valedictorianectomy?

Which reminds me, and since I’m going to be deleted and castigated anyways might as well go full monty, when I was at Dartmouth in the 1980s, and by the way there were three Casti grads — all debutantes mind you — in my class, Elizabeth Babb Fanlo, Gabrielle Whelan and Marylee LaFollette Culley — and there was a very gradual and bumpy coeducation going on — Dartmouth was all male for more than 200 years — there was a joke:

Q: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?
A: That’s not funny!

Good luck, ladies!

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edit update a wee bit later:
parts of this were surgically removed by the Church Lady in Chief at PAW:
and so I updated or upstreamed

Vagina. Phil Winston was fired for saying “Vagina”. Eve Ensler wrote about her vagina. Lisa Brown an elected official in Michigan castigated right wing pols in her state, apropos of Roe V Wade said “Thank you for your interest in my vagina”.
Censorship is unamerican, yo. Freedom of expression is as American as my Mom’s….apple pie.

Another important Casti grad in music, besides Grace Slick nee Wing is Rupa Marya of Rupa & The April Fishes. She has a recent song that goes “It’s not about a woman not saying ‘no’ its about a woman saying ‘hell, YES!'” but I’m not sure what its about. Go ask Alice.

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T is for Tah (Palo Alto Rock a A to Z): Tommy Jordan, Paly ’81

He let us change lanes

I just left Tommy Jordan a long voice mail, to inform him he is Mr. T, in the context of Palo Alto rock history. (Actually, although I probably said forty things and made five jokes, before the machine cut me off, I did not think of that mohawk dude; interestingly, to somebody, although my brother Rick and I are ot as close as the twins Tommy and Amy, I want to mention that my brother Rick Weiss, the engineer — HP, Fusion I-O, SanDisk, Western Digital, Mitsubishi I think, some San Diego think that resembled Tracy Kidder — Tracy with a “T” mind you — Soul of A New Machine — hey, that’s very Geggy Tah’esque line — wrote his one and onliest paper while at UCSD and incidentally I think he overlapped there with the great Palo Altan music executive from Paly ’79 or ’80 Marc Geiger – -whose father was sort of like my brother an engineer, I think, at CPI — on Mr. T. He was an EECS major at Warren College — while Geiger was likely at Revelle –I’ll have to get this clarified somedy — they probably have a dorm named for him by now — and took five years to graduate — we are still on my brother Rick and digressing from Tommy Jordan — and only took one course apparently that required knowledge of the human language or writtin language, and he wrote something in sociology of a world with humans and machines about a tv show. Anyways, if i get a minute I will try to recreate my voice message to Tommy, minus a few personal bits.

Tommy probably hates this but after Geggy Tah put ot two cds, his partner Greg Kurstin went on to produce, just this century, since 2001 In the Oh, 134 sessions as producer — or got that many production credits, according to All Music dot com. Greg Kurstin also has won Grammy Producer of the Year non-classical twice in a row and counting — the first person to do that since Babyface back in 1997.

As a rabid and zealous Palo-centric, I’m going to go out and bang a gong to say that Tommy Jordan made Greg Kurstin.
Also: Noise pop co-founder and Death Cab discoverer — the way that 250 years ago Portola discovered Palo Alto, or El Palo Alto — Jordan Kurland said that Geggy Tah was his favorite local band in college at Claremont.
Also also: Tommy plays drums on or steel drums on Jack Johnson.

oh, yeah, I counted and on the breakthrough Sacred Cow, Tommy plays 14 instruments and drives the car whereas Geggy plays 11 and rides shotgong.

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Palo Alto Rock a A to Z: Y

This is actually Candice at the farmer’s market behind the post office, which is jazz but it’s very near where Hershel worked as a janitor at the church behind The Varsity when he was 19 and did nothing but push a broom four hours, sleep four hours and practice or busk 16 hours per day, he told me


Y is actually where this started. Y is for Yatovitz, Hershel Yatovitz, Paly High class of 1982, learned guitar here in his public elementary school, has played as Chris Isaak’s sideman on guitar for 20 years but was also partnered with Paul Durham on the Geffen recording artist indie rock 1990s band Black Lab (formerly Durham) that played Shoreline and The Cub (as both Durham and Black Lab –although the second time H was gone and Michael Beltzer, another Palo Alto gunslinger was in).
So to recap:
X – straight edge, or Ian MacKaye a DC punk guru, but attended Terman;
Y – Yatovitz, guitar great and my friend since Beth Am havurah 1974;
Z – Zot’s, actually in Portola Valley, where I met Paul De Barros;

U is next Stay tUned.
T is probably for Tah, Tommy Jordan, of Geggy Tah, whoever he is.

edit to add, later that day:
Haven’t thought much about u. I’m back to “P” for Pablo Cruise, in that it seems to presage Geggy Tah a little, some of the chords or what not. Also, the term “yacht music” someone used reminds me of having seen Mustache Men band at the SF Rock and Roll Half Marathon which I completed successfully in April — they were at the finish line — I guess more truthfully the event could be the San Francisco Yacht Music Half Marathon and yeah, dudes, throw down for actual Pablo Cruise not a Pablo Cruise influenced cover band — that I posted a Foreigner song here somewhere, or excerpt from. Not to confuse you – but I did see an early Foreigner show at Day On the Green, plus I went with Nancy Roan, Tim Harris and Hillary Sharp on January 28, 1982 to see Foreigner at Cow Palace. I’m tempted, back to real life and meanwhile, to pay $73 per ticket to see the actual Pablo Cruise more or less with Cory Lerios at Montalvo Carriage House ie 2nd stage or 300 cap. Coming up in October I think. I also recall Gil Draper saying one or more of them worked in his store.

The lady Linda Hubbard Gulker who runs InMenlo website wrote back to state that she and her hubby overlapped with Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham at Menlo Atherton High, back in the day. I saw a FM tribute band at a city sponsered event at 250 Hamilton Plaza a couple years back ironically. R is for Rolie of course.
P is for Pablo Cruise
R is for Rolie
Y is for Yatovitz
X is for Ian Mackaye of “X” straightedge movement
Z is for Zot’s and Paul de Barros sax rocker.

This is morbid, but I just got via Palo Alto Weekly blast — which incidentaly is marketing my Mitchell Park EventBrite onsales — with Jane Monheit and Bob Margolin — jazz and blues not rockers — about a video the police made and posted in 2015 about a shooting of a young woman named Maria Hsaio in 2000 in fornt of what is now Pampas on Alma between Hamilton and Uni at a Club Called Cue or Q. So that might be my “Q” and cue I guess, but yes also queue. The club kind of sucked, but I did on general purposes speak at a public noise hearing on their behalf. Cake played there and maybe Charlie Hunter, of course well after their Palo Alto and Cubberley bows. Maybe the club had a couple names. And its next to a gallery that I put on a handful of shows, jazz and folk, including 2 Jerry Garcia tributes, one with Papa Mali aka Malcolm Welbourne which may have been on Jerry’s b-day — and he learned or broke out “Friend of The Devil” on that account — and the other was a nooner panel and my client Jack Walrath was in town and he played a solo trumpet version of “Touch of Gray” and the Q Cafe was near the warehouse that a man named Bernstein once brought shows to way back when. (And wrote a book and spoke to PAHA about, Andrew Bernstein.) Bernstein also toured with or tour managed or was a roadie for Willie Nelson and Brownie McGhee.

Speaking of Willie Nelson, he is on the cover of The Rolling Stone May, 2019 The Weed Issue but a Palo Altan or former Palo Alto Arts Commmissoner Vikki Toback is interviewed about an art exhibit in LA of photos she supervised for a hip hop label in the 1990s. For instance the famous Biggie Smalls photo with the crown and the scowl — cf RBG book cover and movie — which begat in some ways Dessa Doomtree “Bull in the China Shop” hit — there is an outtake with a big Earvin Johnson smile. Go figger. Go bigger. RIP.

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