LAMI at 58: Alden Van Buskirk revisited

We should do another staged readings, this time A-to-Z of LAMI cast or celebrity readers!

As I was trying to explain:

Alden  Van Buskirk Was a student of Jack Hirschman at Dartmouth or a friend of his – before Hirschman got drummed out of the IVs and then out of academia for being a communist -Who died of a rare blood disease shortly after enrolling in grad school at Washington of  St. Louis —Interestingly if you excuse the digression while in St. Louis he introduced his friend Peter Kushner from Dartmouth a hard scientist to Pinky his fellow literature grad student and they fell in love and had a daughter named Rachel Kushner who is now a rising star novelist Mars room telex from Cuba flamethrowers etc.— And Matt Gonzalez, who I met at a fundraiser for my friend and client Beth Custer in San Francisco who is both a former city of San Francisco supervisor and gallery-worthy visual artist Mentioned to me at Smith Andersen Gallery in Palo Alto —where I met my future wife the visual artist Terry Acebo Davis —That while at Dartmouth his friend Hirschman had an interesting student who died tragically young. And when I found the work called LAMI Which is a rare book but beautifully printed by soon to be famous publisher name Andrew Hoyem – At the insistence of Allen Ginsberg who literally called and cajoled people to publish the works in various journals— I noticed that some of them were dated 1961 and since it was 2010 I thought for 2011 we should do a 50th anniversary of LAMI. So there was a reading and a bit of a party and someone filmed it but it is sort of labeled the 50th anniversary of his death – true, but not my intention.

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They’ve got the beat, but backwards and in heels

I go in and out of obsession with The Beats. One, I read “Kaddish” (AG) with Tom Sleigh, at Dartmouth, in the 1980s, but didn’t really feel it. Two, in San Francisco, in late 1980s, I lived across the street from where Ginsberg wrote “Howl” (400 Vallejo to 1001 Montgomery), and worked at Green Apple, and hung at Trieste; Three, years later, I read “Howl” to crowds several times, with rotating side person, as “Beat Hotel Rm 32 Reads ‘Howl’; Four, I, with partner Matt Gonzalez, produced a 50 year tribute to “LAMI” by Dartmouth answer to the Beats, Alden Van Buskirk, who was a student or friend of Jack Hirschman, who was the star of our event (in December 2011 in SF); Five, I was seated once with Ferlinghetti at Just For Your, and asked him about Dartmouth — which was the seed of my Hirschman event; Six, I’ve been obsessed by James Franco, who has a Ginsberg tribute.

But recently I started to wonder what the Beats looked like from the perspective of half the planet who are female? The books list, as examples: Diane Di Prima, Joanne Kyger, sometimes Joyce Johnson and Elise Cowen; Certainly Nancy Peters of City Lights would have a view on this.

(My headline here is a reference to the line about Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire: she did everything he could do, yet backwards and in high heels.

andand: yesterday somebody to love: I’m writing this at Coupa, early on a Thursday, sans coffee so far, before rushing off to aforementioned coffee klatch at historic home (567 Hale) and I can barely hear McCartney “Yesterday” over the house muzakker, but it crosses in my mind’s ear with recent obsession with Queen, “Somebody to Love” and “Hamilton:What Comes Next>Dear Theodosia”…whatever. I’m here all week, try the lemon minicupcakes.

andandand: I have a copy of Waldman’s anthology of beats, from SF Public Library, North Beach, the one near SFAI 800 Chestnut, and I notice that stuffed into it is recent NYT Mag Amanda Petrusich “The Weight: Cat Power details the melancholy of letting go” — although I am San Francisco early-to-mid-1990s Bananfish scene with Bill smog Callahan and Cynthia Dall…god bless her soul.

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Rocker daze re 488

Curious. When did the President Hotel become an apartment complex?

When the band used to come to town, we’d book a few rooms to crash there after doing a show. It was kind of run-down back then but the overnight rates were cheap and there was always something to do in downtown Palo Alto.

Used to stop over at Dana Morgan’s on Bryant and occasionally run into Garcia, Crosby, and Pig Pen hanging out in the back of the store. Cassady and Kaukonen played a few gigs at the Poppycock on University after forming Hot Tuna so we’d sometimes stop over there for some fish and chips.

Got busted once for pot and was temporarily detained at the old police station on the other side of University…Bryant Street again. *L*

No cell phones back then. Just a couple of dimes to call this radical/left-wing attorney get us out. The guy drove down from Berkeley and ironically, got arrested himself on the way back for a DUI and having some windowpane on his possession. Those were the days.

Recently drove down University as I found myself in town to bury a sibling. Palo Alto has really changed. It’s too bad that people are fighting over this kind of stuff but hey…’the man’ will be the man.

 

David Nelson?

 

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Historic Palo Alto mansion open to public tour Thursday: Tobey House (1904) 567 Hale, at Hamilton: special meeting of HRB

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Goodbye sadly Kimura Gallery

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MongoDB market cap triples to $4.8B: in former Ole’s auto shop, Alma at Forest

50B9D5A7-ECA3-4BDA-B216-CB737C932B8B.jpegI am about as low tech as one can be without being physically removed, 86, from Palo Alto, but living here he learn to bluff your way through cocktail and coffeehouse conversations about tech.  I’ve heard of Oracle, this is going to be bigger and better and it’s closer to home if you like I do live in downtown North. I don’t play the stock market but if I had bought this at it IPO I could’ve tripled my money. In 1986 I was an intern at the ad agency that handled worlds of wonder and I had been reading a David Ogilvy book about how you should use your clients product which I interpreted as I should buy 200 shares at seven dollars because naturally you would go back to whatever it was trading at. I lost all my money once burned twice shy. I go back to my dog walk.

image.jpgSnd1:  yesterday on Emerson Street a man came out of the door marked “DT“ I asked him what it meant he said something about “data serum“ and I asked him if you knew the term for medical hallucination “delirium tremens” what is noteworthy is this is next to Max the smoke shop which I think it was a place to buy a magazine or the news, but they also sell a little glass pipes which in theory can be used for alternative states of consciousness. I’m jest saying.

FAKE NEWS: Actually ole’s was a block south. I believe this was auto shop before I check the building is appraise for 4 million meanwhile. And the market cap on NASDAQ for these guys is closer to $4.5b not quite trebling; What’s a couple hundred million dollars among friends and neighbors?

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Call me a homer but I’d rather see a Linda Perry biopic than Lada Gaga A Star Is Born

I saw a star is born mainly because it was in a brand new movie house near my home. I didn’t understand why Brad Cooper died – spoiler alert Dash except maybe the three or four previous incarnations of his character did so and he did not want to upstage them by surviving whatever it was. Meanwhile I find myself geeking on A couple different versions of Linda Perry/4 Non Blondes megahit what’s going on I mean what’s up? Alecia  more PK pink  NJG cum NWA  does a version of course As does the gaga and there is a recent footage of Linda doing it. Did I mention I wants took a drum lesson from Dawn Richardson?

I quit often say that Adam Duritz of Counting Crows is sort of the voice of my generation in time and space, but Linda Perry was there too.  I met Linda Perry wants at someone else’s show at Paradise lounge and she claimed we had met before. “I’m like Al Pacino, I never forget a face “. I also wrote an unfortunate hater fan mail suggesting she should’ve stayed indie; I hope her manager cat interrupted it or intercepted it. In San Francisco during the go for the people took to the streets “no blood for oil” and her song is contemporaneous to that: or Tracy Chapman, TalkIng similar hopes.  Every Gil Scott-Heron one said the revolution will not be televised I would say these fucking handhelds are not on our side either .

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I might like you better if you weren’t blocking my view of Romeo Void reunion with your stupid smart phone

iyall2009.pngNo, it’s cool; I do it too. But when I first started producing concerts in 1994, which was before we had cell phones, with video, I banned recording devices from the shows on the grounds that a, I wanted people to experience the gig with their own senses in real time, and b, I didn’t like people being blocked in their view.

But, yeah, I do it too. I try to follow the “three songs rule” however.

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This is actually about me geeking on on Romeo Void, than about my Ludditism. RV NVR SAY NVR was released in 1981, but I never heard it until 1984 or so, then here they are in 2009.You go, woman!

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RedVette Band, 1981

This will take a bit more sussin’.

I post this here because Mesha Spivey, a former CCS high jump champ from Woodside, who grew up 12 years younger and across the street from CCS champ (and NBA Champ) Charles CJ Johnson, of Sequoia — both Redwood City –and also interned for Anna Eshoo then San Mateo County Supervisor, posts that this is still his all-time fav band.

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I woke up today imagining contacting Anna Eshoo, our congress rep, and suggesting that she stand in front of her colleagues and read the lyrics by Patti Cathcart (of Tuck & Patti fame) of her 1989 composition “Love Warriors” — which is our alternative national anthem — and is in the vein of Patty Smith “People Have the Power”. This is video from early this year 2018 in SF as Tuck & Patti are on tour with the former tour manager, their niece, from Tulsa, Annie Clark performer known as St. Vincent. (I also wrote some wild emails to two important industry figures on this topic).

 

and1; the drummer for the James Brown project I saw in Fremont Saturday (featuring Cubby Ingram) was John Hanes a veteran of many Bay Area rock bands including Pearl Harbor and the Explosions — fitting since it was December 7 or thereabouts. I remembered that when I first started scouting bands in the mid-1990s, he was in a project called Engorged With Blood; maybe they sent me a demo.

I found this from Brand C: Matthew Kaufman, self-proclaimed “reigning looney” behind Son of Beserkley Records, has a new project to rave about: celebrity interviews released on compact disc. The first, out now, documents San Rafael reporter Joe Territo‘s 1981 tete-a-tete with Jerry Garcia.

“At first, I couldn’t imagine it as a piece of product,” Kaufman said. “Then I recognized that it comes across as if it’s Jerry talking to any fan. And he’s far more candid than I’d be to my psychiatrist. . . . I saw it as the ultimate fan record.”

The founder of Beserkley Records, the label that introduced Jonathan Richman and Greg Kihn to the world, Kaufman put his label on hiatus about eight years ago. “I took a big siesta,” he said, rechristening his company Son of Beserkley upon returning to the music industry.

“I thought S.O.B. sounded good for the ’90s,” he said with a laugh.

With bands like the Uptones and Stiff Richards on his current roster and an Engorged With Blood (boldness mine) release slated for the future, Kaufman will remain in the business of selling music.

 

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A classmate’s tribute to one of this area’s all-time greats: Charles ‘C.J.’ Johnson, of Sequoia High, Cal and the world champion Golden State Warriors

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Among CJ’s attributes was amazing hops; he won CCS long jump in 1967.

By Mark Meltzer:

I was a classmate of CJ’s from elementary school (Washington School) all the way through UC Berkeley. In elementary school he was just known as Charley, CJ was to come later. We weren’t close friends but I did get invited to his house once while we were students at Washington School. He lived close to school in what was then an almost all Black neighborhood; located in the SW quadrant of the Five Points area West of El Camino. Racists referred to the area as N* Town. Charley introduced me to his Mom and she asked how I was doing. I just mumbled: “OK”. His Mom looked at me sternly then gently admonished me saying: “It would be more polite to say: I am doing fine, thank you for asking Mrs. Johnson.” I was really embarrassed but I got the message. I could see where Charley’s unfailing graciousness had its roots, right at home.

I liked sports but I had no athletic talent at all. I was on the Washington School flag football team (second string) and Charley was our masterful QB. We were playing a Saturday morning game against Goodwin at the RC Rec Center and it was one of the only times my Dad could come to watch me play. I told Charley my Dad was there. Charley called me off the bench and set me up to make a completely undeserved TD. He led a hoard of kids to chase him all around the backfield twisting, turning, and dodging so that they couldn’t grab his flag. I was left completely in the open as more joined the  QB chase. Charley pivoted then lobbed me a very gentle pass. I caught it and had an easy run for a touchdown, the only one I ever made.

Charley just seemed so much more mature than I and my Washington School classmates were, like an adult in a kid’s body. He broke up schoolyard fights with just a few calm words: “come on guys, knock it off”. Few wanted to see what would happen next if they ignored his instructions. We knew he was destined for greatness in sports, but at that early age we didn’t know which sport it would be in because Charley was great at all of them. As talented as he was, CJ was also genuinely modest. I never saw him brag, boast or act like a big shot.

Charley was also a kind and protective person. Back then we had some mentally disabled kids in regular classes. They were sometimes teased and taunted on the schoolyard by cruel bullies. Charley put an end to most of that behavior by making it known that he didn’t like it and there would be consequences if it continued. No explicit threat of violence, just a few words from CJ did the job.

CJ’s amazing athletic talent overshadowed his other virtues, which were substantial. He had a way of fostering respect, keeping things cool and getting people to pull together. I’ll bet he could have realized post NBA success as a politician or an even better match as a diplomat.

Rest in peace CJ, you were a class act all the way.

(I found a 1975 Warriors Press Guide at Bell’s Books and could not resist buying myself a late Chanukah gift; it said CJ’s numbers for that championship season were: 79 games, 863 points regular season; 17, games, 212 points in playoffs. When Hans Delannoy (Gunn coach, 1979-1981, 47-8 record; Cubberley player and coach, 1968-1978 various) and I toured the San Mateo County Sports Hall of Fame at the old courthouse, he posed in front of the CJ photo and write-up. My neighbor N_ played for Woodside and also has memories and respect for CJ. I liked the Warriors that year, but did not realize what a gem of a team they were, or that we’d wait 40 more years for another pro title. I am also moved, if you excuse the digression, to think of his Warrior teammate Phil Smith, the USF legend; I thought of Phil Smith two weeks ago when I saw Dartmouth play at USF; both Johnson and Smith died before age 60 of cancers. Sic transit gloria; Seize the day; squeeze your babies.

Link to Sequoia 1967 page.

edit to add: I had forgotten this or never knew: CJ also was a World Champ as a sub for the 1977-1978 Washington Bullets, teammate of Wes Unseld and Elvin Hayes.

 

 

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