Before there was ‘fake news’ there was Stew, The Negro Problem and ‘Birdcage’

But what does Robert Hilburn know about rock and roll?

(And for whatever reason I am hearing Stew all the time last couple of days and even leaving bad renditions of falsetto la-la’s on voice mail of poor innocents…which reminds of leaving bad Elvis Costello whistling or singing on Bonnie Simmons voice mail and likely haven’t heard from her since)

edita: and this is a weird pivot, but here is Champ Hood and Warren Hood, from about the same era. I’m likely the only person who has heard Warren Hood at The Continental on violin and had lunch with Stew and the accordion player from The Negro Problem in 1995, and then gave that demo tape to Charlie Haden’s daughter, the third one of the triplets, the one who later married Clint Black, because she told me she wanted to learn accordion — Jill Meschke — and then her sister I think plays violin so that’s the other way around to the connection. My Sister Amazing. I’m not joshing. Is Jill in the top video? This is Stew before Heidi, when Heidi was in Wednesday Week. Dig? Can you dig it?

and1: this does not explain this but Hilburn is in fact from Natidoches, Louisiana and wrote about Johnny Cash. robert.hilburn@gmail.com holler. field holler ar-hoolie. Chris Strachwitz, Robert Christgau my Dartmouth wampum buddy, two jakes Guralnick — but I sound like Robert Lethem tic code dude. FUCK FUCKD FHCUFL;EFL;ADFKLAWILF but not Michael Wolfe or Nat Wolfe or “Something Ventured” or Astra Taylor debut in Austin “Examined Life” Motherless brooklyn. my mother is a fish

its got 325 reviews on amazing book website rule the earth prexy training for combat site:

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Sorry to bother you

For listeners of “Welcome to Night Vale,” the series has a familiar sound; it borrows a structure from vintage radio drama, and it’s pumped with fantasy elements. But it also stakes a claim to a cultural conversation that’s still unfolding. It feels sympatico with Boots Riley’s “Sorry to Bother You” in its critique of entwined capitalist and racist structures, and the way it makes the horrific funny recalls the new era of social thriller being ushered in by the sketch show creator-turned auteur Jordan Peele.(Updated 9/13/18 although film has dissident from theatre)

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Reminds me of Dana Schultz Emmett till dillio.

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My phone fooled us both. Maybe the Russians are hacking the US.

(A previous version of this post had a picture of three people sitting in the gallery talking to each other. One might have been filming the other. With a camera on a tripod. It was 4 o’clock on a sunny Wednesday afternoon business hours for the gallery. I had just been talking to them about the Boots Riley movie. I addressed her by the name of the person featured in the framed tear sheet but she refused to achnoeef this as her identity and asked me to leave, 86d me. I called the number on the voice mail trying to apologize I said I guess I don’t fit in. There. There’s no there there especially not for me. Or so it seemly.

Super edited version but shows one of the photos purported by a specific type of human rather than the general case. It looks like hands to me.

135AC8CB-6DC0-44EB-B09E-30F3309228F0I took about 88 photos including this one of a guy in the straw hat who sold me a cd of rap music

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And and I also listen to numerous times the 2004 classic Jesus the Pam by the coup

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Hot Stew v Stew hot

 

Finally broke down and got the best phone in the best wireless in the best Apple Music distribution but the dumb fucks just played me something bad bad name hot in an album called staring compared to me trying to find the stew song for the Negro problem the one that goes Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala Lala which I saying over the phone from my friend Laura Thomas, play booking

In Austin Texas and if you’re reading this draft of this post the worlds problems are compounded by my lack of discipline in using the dictation feature and when I say discipline I think of Mr. Venus in Berlin in passing strange and I really wanted to produce a derivative work of passing strange wear a band workshops lies in front of an audience And perhaps culminating at Courthouse Square in Redwood City Lord willing and the creek don’t rise I’ll go today I’m all about baseball Eastbay style although I’m drinking Yemeni coffee which is not the same as yummy coffee at Terra Mia for math which looks like a mark to Subaru come to life and hipsters running around in a marked the Subaru in the way that pack king strange Stu says there’s a bunch of actors running around in his song

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This guy. Mark DiSuvero. Terra Mia Coffee on Broadway near the Paramount in Oakland. My server was from Eritrea. They had Dave Egger

edit to add, the next day, back in Palo Alto, after almost getting a cap in my ass in a black neighborhood by ghetto people in the 510:

so this is karma since Stew and his buddy — yes, it was also a buddy movie and that guy, like me years later, got left on the cutting room floor — went to Berlin and Amsterdam but NOT apparently Stockholm, there is a band in Sweden playing very good blues rock guitar riffs called Stew so Apple music bit the snake me beguiled like:definitelynotbystew.png

RIYL Drain STH and if you know what that means you are a loser baby so wdykm?

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Would that it were: the Olympics of shaggy dog stories

Hi, Cammie.
I’m a Dartmouth ’86 and former sportswriter digressing from something else to send you a quick greeting. (I’m researching the Palo Altan Rink Babka, a discus athlete from 1960 Rome and a painter, apparently — he’s in a collection that you are also in, in Florida, Mrs. Oerter??)
I’m actually researching a man named Harley Schaeffer from Palo Alto whose dad I just met and claims his son suicided because of head injury CTE caused by football. (Weird how the internet sends us down these rabbit holes — or cool).
When I was at Dartmouth I interviewed the 3 schoolmates who competed in Sarajevo: Dennis McGrane ’84 the jumper; Tiger Shaw ’85 downhill racer; and Glen Eberle ’85 the biathlon who was also the most articulate and gave me a pair of Volkl that he skiied down the staris at Mid Mass he said. Also, I lived with Peter Gallenz at Richardson one term and recall him taking his pulse each a.m. and logging it — shooting with a pulse, Morty called it. Peter you may have heard was inducted into Wearers Of The Green although never an Olympian as a competitor he coached ladies biathlon there and made a national team.
Also, and excuse the digression, we have a lady here in Palo Alto named Joanne Reid who competed in biathlon at recent games — its remarkable a Cali Athlete could do that. (Also, come to think of it, and you must know him, Gunn High of Palo Alto did produce a luger — Brian Martin, I’m forgetting his name perhaps). Ms. Reid is actually daughter of Beth Heiden if that explains it. She was a good but not great cross country runner here then won NCAA nordic for Colorado then biathlon — all despite dealing with atrial fib — she describes on her website blog.
I like your colleague at the NYU law I’ve name-checked in my blog Plastic Alto, is it Teachout? The one shaking up the Dems. (And I don’t mean Senator Gillibrand who of cousre on campus was known as Tina Tunick* or something) zephyr
Anyways I always say the two greatest privileges of my life were attending Dartmouth and the public schools here in Palo Alto, for me Gunn High.
If you link me a photo I would write about you or it for my blog. I work in the arts. My wife Terry acebo Davis is an artist and former arts commissioner here. We collect photography. I almost bit on a Harry Callahan I saw in Monterrey last week at Easton Gallery, about Chicago 1953 where my parents and I were born, but it was $22K.
You make us Big Green chubbers and tenderfoots proud.
Mark Weiss
Plastic Alto blog
class of 1986 Dartmouth
classs of 1982 Gunn
learned to downhill at Dartmouth golf course
never luged but did try to co-pilot a canoe down golf course part of Carnival I guess
shot a rifle with blanks at Alumni Gym range as part of P.E. course in biathlon
* didn’t know her but knew Dana Beard ’88 who traveled with future senator to China; I did know way back then Michael McFaul Stanford ’85 who went to High School with Ellen ’85 Dartmouth back in Montana who come to think of it launched me and my friends in the canoe race i mentioned above and maybe that was last time I spoke to her! McFaul dated a high school friend his freshman year and we all went to a rock concert together.
edit to add, moments later although TMW is bemoaning my early morning key-stroking:
Ellen Jennings ’85, knew McFaul perhaps from Debate if not high school per se, married and three kids in Cleveland: but I believe I did give regards to her from McFaul seconds before me, Brian Gaul, Bill Wright and one or two others went hurtling down a snow-covered golf course hill in an aluminum or wooden canoe, in 1984 or so. Quickly went sideways, of course. Or off course. 😉
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Democracy army marches on its stomach

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A butterfly affect

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I’m a gonna speak to City Council in about 30 minutes, after 14 or so speakers, about butterflies literally and metaphorically.

  1. Eleanor Laney, Palo Alto Garden Club, was tabling at California Avenue farmers’ market Sunday about monarch butterflies and planting milk weed here. I donated $10 and went home with two plants, now sitting in their respective boxes on our porch.
  2. I recall speaking by phone to a Juanita Salisbury of Palo Alto who planted a “pollinator zone” at Guinda and Embarcadero. It attracts bees. Laney said she knows Salisbury, and Juanita, later, confirmed such.
  3. I pulled up on my handheld from the Earthwise Gallery of Posters on my wordpress Plastic Alto blog a 1997 poster design created by Michele Nelson who married to become Michele Ester Turner (1965-2016). It was for the bands Calobo and Sweet Virginia at Cubberley, in 1997 and was a digital print poster (about 200 run) of a butterfly (but Laney said it was not a monarch). I read recently that Michele had passed away, and I am speaking today partly to honor her memory.
  4. I’m also thinking about “Chaos Theory” and “The Butterfly Effect”. I’m not expert. What I mean is it is hard to predict effects due to causes. If you excuse the political metaphor, I am saying that there is alot more going on here, on the grassroots level, then you would know if you only follow the “party line” which, to my mind, tries to propulgate a monoculture of ideas and discourages dissent. (I’m just sayin’). In the cases of the butterfly and the bees projects, these are viable and could have ongoing support and significance, belying their humble (bumble) current states.
  5. Background: A Sound of Thunder, a story from 1952 by Ray Bradbury, dealing with space travel and time tourism and the effect, ironically, of leaving the path. (It impacted the use of language, and spelling, and outcome of an election. Also: Edward Lorenz, who went to Dartmouth and studied weather. Not to be confused with Henrik Lorentz, a physicist. There’s also a Simpson’s episode on this concept, or popular notion of such.
  6. My concert featured four bands: Calobo (from Oregon), Laura Kemp Band (from Oregon), Sweet Virginia (from SF, but featuring Clint Bennett from Gunn on guitar), and Shelly Doty, of Berkeley, formerly of Jambay of Oregon. Calobo two members later joined a more popular band, The Decemberists. 1997. Write-up in the Weekly. Clint went on to make soundtracks for network TV shows, in Hollywood.
  7. michele.pngedit to add, five minutes later but eight speakers before my hit: Clint Bennett did the music for Bunheads, a show TMW then Terry My Terry watched several episodes of, of which Terry and I watched several episodes. I recall reaching Clint around then to catch up. I mis-identify Clint in a previous Calobo/Sweet Virginia post, confusing his name with that of a local jazz instrumentalist and maybe singer. I don’t recall if I asked Michele Nelson if she knew Clint Bennett. She went to Paly, he Gunn. I should post separately about the subset of posters designed by Michele.
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This picture in the Sunday paper reminds me of the Magritte show: This is not a test

This is not a test

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4th July 2018 above Palo Alto:

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If Matt were a baller he’d write a parody of “Laid” the way that the Liverpool punters turned “Oh Sit Down” into a a Mo Salah jam

This only makes sense if you know who Messi is:

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Draft of a letter to editor of Palo Alto Post about how stupid they are in their reporting on public art

Dear Editor:

I’m beginning to wonder why you mention Bo Crane so many times in your paper —especially second to last page, or cover three, or Page 11 — when you didn’t for example mention Manuel Neri (b. 1930) a famous artist and more newsworthy, with due respect, to both you and Bo, and I know Bo, than Bo. Why?

Manuel Neri is a famous artist and is influenced by Nathan Oliveira, also a famous artist, who taught at Stanford for many years but died recently. His son Joe was a classmate of mine at Gunn and now manages the Oliveira extant work. I am pretty certain that Oliveira the senior was a principal advisor to the Anderson’s, Hunk and Moo as many called them, in their art purchases. I didn’t really meet them but was a couple times in the same room with them for certain art events. My wife knew them slightly. My wife a former Palo Alto Arts Commissioner, Terry Acebo Davis. Terry and I once toured the Anderson collection selection up on Sand Hill.

The Anderson’s did a wonderful thing to donate this collection to Stanford, who in turn followed suit by building a great building to house and show such.

The Neri that you pictured in your contest feature was of course outside the Anderson. There are actually seven or so works in this display, which may or may not be part of the collection per se. (The sign said, I think, some were donated by Hackett Gallery). They are cast and plaster, a typical Neri look, and all female, also fairly indicative of his work. (As compared to George Segal, which you can also see on campus: dudes, not nudes).

The Cantor of course is also a wonderful community resource, and there is a public art collection of note on the Stanford campus (Rodin, DiSuveros, Goldsworthy, Bruce Beaslys, and Moore). Cantor is named for the same people as the famous Wall Street money firm, and it is also noteworthy that the museum building featured one of the earliest noteworthy traits about the Stanford University, a collection of botanic samples (i.e. David Starr Jordan was a biologist)

My point is that it is kind of lame, methinks, and lazy to just say “These five Post readers whom we name by name guessed correctly that Bo’s photo was something art -ike and not real of a skinny white chick” or however you put it (i.e. without naming the artist — that’s not such a high bar — there is a plaque. Like I hinted, I know Bo Crane, who is a Stanford and Paly grad and am quite certain that if you put the task to him he’d easily comply with naming artists and even the name of the piece where relevant.

Your coverage of public art in this Page 11 feature would be like putting on page 1 something like “A lady with a wig was at City Hall from 7 to 12 Monday night and said she liked housing a lot’. I think your readers are smarter than that and want more. I know Palo Altans generally are.

Mark Weiss

p.s. My photo, of Duffy with a Neri, is also derivative of or an allusion to William Wegman. And yes a guard (named Germany) warned me about not touching the work. I live about 1.3 miles from the Cantor and it took me about 30 minutes of gumshoeing and natter 45 or so to put words to paper. Feel free to edit as you see fit. (not pictured)

edit to add: fact-checking this essay, from two weeks and aeons ago, I added a link to Anderson Collection homepage but also noted that there is a Philip Guston drawing on display they say in the front hall gallery of the museum and they also have a glimpse of the more ambitious and significant Guston “the Overcoat” which I was tripping over (figuratively speaking) recently but a whiles (aeons and aeons) back. I also, while collection signatures for my Palo Alto City Council candidacy just yesterday, met a man named Rench (and Sack) from Barron Park who wrote his thesis aon Nabokov and I namecheck Elif Batuman for or at him. Also, meaning to get to Pace to seek Tim Hawkinson, I can swede that in as well. Did I mention I am running for office? Or walking briskly at least. But also hiding from world in dark for 90 minutes to kill the Monday morn. I’m here all week. lwatcdr.

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Not manual Mary nor Joanne Brown but nice people father and daughter she a singer off to college at McAllister in St. Paul Hannah posing with my Duffy

and

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Tim Hawkins and show at pace Palo Alto I am anxious to see you this week maybe today and they also always wonder if he was related to my math teacher Hawkins and a gun

Tim Hawkinson show at Pace Palo Alto I am anxious to see you this week maybe today and  always wonder if he was related to my math teacher Hawkinson at Gunn.

 

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Doris Day riff: chopine w. chorine

Chopine is a type of shoe, according to Webster’s Ninth.

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Shoe not show.

Chorine is a girl in a chorus.

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1943 Barbara Stanwyck not Doris Day movie “lady of burlesque” but labeled “the chorine girls”

I am tempted to watch all five pieces of my Doris Day collection f It’s a Great Feeling, Tea For Two, April in Paris, The Tunnel of Love and Starlift. In April in Paris she is a chorus girl mistaken for a bigger star. It also has Ray Bolger who more people now from Wizard of Oz, I’m guessing Cowardly Lion but it might be the scarecrow, who is a better or more featured Dancer. Also, in same handful I have a Harry Connick compilation that has his version of “If I Only Had a Brain”

chief settle.

yeah i don’t know how i do it but did you see what I did there going from “boots” (as in the filmmaker Boots Riley) to shoes? TMW and I were in Carmel at the hotel owned by Doris Day and Denny LaVett and so I am attuned to her a bit bear with me:

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