Sonia Sotomayor says books (and their respective pages, which she turns) have made a big difference in her life, towards her success. With you, sister (nb, I looked it up: I’m old enough to call SCOTUS “sister”).
TK, lwatcdr, a list of spines on my vine.
edita: reminds me of a joke about the Buddhist ordering a hot dog, on Shabbat: make me one with everything:
Bernie and The Believers featuring Essence Goldman pka Essence
BLUF: “Fair play to those who dare to dream…and never give up!” Glen and Marketa ten years ago but the same muse courses thru Essence and Bernie, stay tuned. Stay strong! Frisco song-strong!!
edit to add, an hour later: my first instinct was to post this immediately with just the headline; old newspaper-writer trick, or ad agency flunky. Then I did send a link to Dan Navarro, who likewise sent an email to his list today about a gig in Phoenix; Dan’s musical partner of many years, Eric Lowen succumbed to ALS a few years ago. I texted Essence — who I met on a plane to New York 14 years ago — and she called me right back and gave me the skinny: Hollywood wants to make a movie about she and Bernie Dalton, the surfer and father who started with voice lessons and then entrusted her teacher to flesh out his songs once he lost his ability to use his arms, hands and mouth the way we all do. If Lou Gehrig considered himself “the luckiest man in the world” then Essence and Bernie at least rolled a 7 at their mutual crossroads. Stay tuned.
an old Essence flier, popped out of my email archive:
Sixth generation San Franciscan, nine lives in the entertainment world: meow.
I’M SERIOUS: if you watch the 20 minute film on NPR “Tiny Desk Concert” you’re first thought — if you are at all a media-savy sucka mc like me — will be “this should be a movie!!” This is way better than Brad Cooper and Lady Gaga sleep-walking the labyrinth of four previous versions of Judy Garland/Barbara Streisand “A Star Is Bored”. (although now I’m kinda curious of seeing — maybe at David Packard’s Stanford Theatre — four versions back to back).
Also calls to mind — if you are thinking the meta-thoughts of the media/industry – “Breathing Lessons” by Jessica Yu — Academy Award for Short Documentary 1997 — about Mark O’Brian who was a journalist and essayist despite living in an iron lung. Later made into a so-so movie in Hollywood with John Hawkes I think his name (unless that is the footballer for U.S. and Sheffield Wednesday).
Also: Charles Mingus dictating his notes via whisper to Jack Walrath circa 1976;
Laura Chavez researching cancer cures and better health insurance deals for Candye Kane “the toughest girl in the world” circa 2015;
“Brians Song” with James Caan as NCAA rushing leader from Wake (!) Brian Piccolo.
Heck, Soupie Campbell the best athlete to ever play 3 sports (two with Staubach) for U.S. Naval Academy 1964, the year I was born. Never met him but he lives on with a shrine at Old Pro; met his brother Bill Campbell, the Columbia Football champion, first in 1983 when I sold him a maroon Chevy Celebrity. Good be with ye both!
I’m jonesing to see Errol Morris “Brief History of Time” about Hawking, which pound for pound (L4L?) is better than the Chris Redmayne version, methinks.
There’s a guy named Arguello like the street whose catalog was shopped posthumously by his beautiful ex-girlfriend.
Eva Cassidy.
Buddy Holly.
Barry Simons recommends the Queen film. Oddly, I re-watched parts of “Wayne’s World”. Looking for Stan Mikita reference, near “Bohemian Rhapsody”.
I’ve known Essence for 14 years now and truly believe her heart is in the right place apropos of Bernie Dalton so I do hope the industry and dem have a win-win. Beware force majeur! (I do recall the guy who wrote an essay about finally getting his big break as an actor and then realizing they only brought him into a meeting to help an established actor learn to play a Rufus Pupkin type hack — also “Swimming With Sharks” an indie film about a Hollywood wanna be getting revenge on industry types. Which is also a Raymond Carver joint?
The universe is a story, people.
Just ask the song.
andand: I minute ago I was posting something about Rupa Marya video “An American in Paris” and a quotidian four-frame move-e I shot of the marquee here for the Gene Kelley movie tonight of sim-same name.
Jerry Hannan doc about his brother, who died of the same vote cancer as did Bob Marley. (Jerry Hannan whose song from a Sean Penn movie was covered by a first-time pol in Vermont, in duet with her red op.).
and1: Mz Goldman, soon to be “essential viewing” perhaps at NY Film Fest, forwards these mo better accretions of pixel but not necessarily narcissistic-cisms if you know what I meme:
Edit to add a couple days later: since the last several posts have been mostly about photography I thought I would update this to add my portrait of Essence:
Cantor is circulating a photo of little kids sitting Vinith a twist/Barry McGee installation that has 154 panels. It reminds me of meeting Greg camp of smash mouth and him saying that he quit the band because all their gigs were county fairs in front of 10-year-olds who had seen Shrek and all star.
St Louis Gateway Arch, 1965
The Promontory Apartments Of Chicago, 1949
and1:
My parents and my sister lived there before we moved to Bennett and 92nd in Chicago:
Tv on the radio happy idiot
War on drugs pain
Consultants lecturing a group of combined citizens, pols, staff and developers apropos what happens in Ventura when developers flip the land like Monopoly chits, then Lobby staff and Council to create a “special” district. In 2014 or so I raised the point that we are behind our parks dictum and maybe 7 acre major park would serve us better than more housing. Tim Steele of Sobrato and Lund Smith son of the former site owner are the wolves
edit to add: 1, this started in 2011; Mike Cobb, a former mayor posted on PAW urging caution on development and housing (see graphic); I posted similarly but pro “Park” per se, in 2014, while running for office (see below); I also spoke to Tim Steele of Sobrato; I was trying to reach Chase Lyman, the former NFL player, about building a football field there. I joked somewhere, maybe here, in Plasty, that the Raiders could move here.
I like your way (Alabama)
Bubba Smith, National champ and inspiration to furry animal born
I like your way (Clemson)
I like your way (Notre Dame)
I like your way (Michigan — although still not sure, after 37 years, about Harbaugh)
The Posers that Be, um, Powers announce a group of concerts, under a cool alliterative moniker, regarding the college football final four, or whatever, that apparently will be right in our backyards, come January or thereabouts. Leon Bridges I like, at least the first song or two I could identify and sort of hum — ear-worms — though I did not make it out to his breakthru show at The Greek.
I’m kind of joking that the top four on November 15 will compete as final four come January. Actually, Leon’s home team — i guess that would be Texas Longhorns — have an outside change, I reckon. My team, Dartmouth has a record to match Notre Dame or Michigan, but our record includes 41-0 over Georgetown (football, not basketball) and 38-0 against Sacred Heart (not the prep school).
I don’t recall off hand who won the football college championships the year, 1989, that Bridges was borned. (Let me guess: Miami of Florida, with Bernie Kossar?). I was born in 1964: let me guess that Michigan State with Bubba Smith anchoring the nose tackle and legendary coach Duffy Daugherty won twice when I was a crawler. The pub across the street has a Roger Staubach / Soupie Jim Campbell shrine so I’m thinking Navy was in the mix about that time. (Weird digression — I noticed last week that Navy’s option quarterback is named Abey, which was my dad’s unfortunate nickname during his WWII LCF-FF days).
I’m actually 5-for-5 going to Niners games this year –after a years-long boycott — and twice I went down there preparing to merely wonder the parking lots discussing Lott, Montana and Young with fellow travellers.
I am wondering if it was Another Planet, Goldenvoice or the fomer Bill Graham Presents that is producing the San Jo festival. (I hope it’s Chris Ezparza, but what do I know).
I’d like to see something like Notre Dame and Alabama, just for the regional and philosophical rivalry. Who outside of a 500-mile radius incircling Huntsville and Greenville would care about the current 1 and 2 bumping bellies? (Huntsville and Greenville are two towns I’ve worked as small music biz functionary; with Henry Butler for the former circa 2003, and Michelle Malone scouting her circa 2009 for the latter),
In a somewhat related matter, Barry Simons and I agreed that Coldplay was a lame choice for a Super Bowl halftime a few years back, and the “Dig” movie featuring colorful losers Brianjonestown Massacre and Dandy Warhols was probably a better doc than the Coldplay thing that played one night only in SF (and my new friend or associate Mary White of Menlo Park — whose daughter I think Emily once played Glastonbury opening for Coldplay with The Franklys said she was going — it was on her behalf that I started a post yesterday that should have ended thusly: the closest my world comes to Coldplay is that I booked a couple times as a buyer Bill Frisell and he and Petra Haden — Charlie’s girl — covered “Yellow”; and, I visited Little Big Man agency when it was in Gramercy Park to visit Steve Ferguson who I knew as Frank Black’s agent, and met briefly Larry Webman and Marty Diamond — both, like Dustin Hoffman, about 5’5″ — actually the first time I tried, neither Larry nor Marty would bother to see me; the second time Steve gave me the pass word -“Slinky winkie”- and actually I was shopping a Kevin Cadogan leaving member of 3EB solo demo — “Surfacing Submarine”, “Calidonia”. I think the Wiki nailed it when it said that Coldplay picked up the early Radiohead fans who wanted everything spoon fed and palid.
Texas beat Navy in 1964 Cotton Bowl
edita a week later: Harbaugh-Vows sink like stone:
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edit to add: I was reading deeper into the New York Times expose about Facebook hiring opposition research to bad mouth other tech firms, to deflect attention to their flubs regarding true fact of Russians hacking our elections … Continue reading
Clifford Styll, fried chicken, Broncos line coach, Blue Mustang – don’t call him ‘blucipher’
Outro by Denver son but world traveler, who I once rode a tour bus with from San Diego to Maine, Corey “Roar He” Harris
edit to add, later that day: this was based on an NYT feature, “36 Hours in Denver”. Another thing, and apropos of my friend Chris Strausser, I added Royce Freeman the former Oregon star, to my fantasy football team; he’s on the mend from an ankle injury.
And regarding Clifford Styll Museum, I noticed an early work, here; he is not nose for representational work or Americana. He is also better nosed as Clyfford Still. Snory. (Not that his work is boring, I am playing on the word ‘nose”).
And if I didn’t already Spain this fifty times: Corey Harris is from Denver before Maine, West Africa, New Orleans and Virginia, or Italy.
This artist appeared on the Colbert show that also featured Jeff Tweedy at Wilco
This artist who died in 2009 was a collaborator and friend of Jeff Tweedy and Wilco
bw “Mary don’t you weep”
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