Alexis Cuadrado and Vijay Iyer on a panel together, unless that’s Anderson Cooper and Dinesh D’Souza

Posted on June 16, 2018 by markweiss86
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Alexis Cuadrado bass from Spain and New York, Vijay Iyer, piano from Berkeley, New York not sure if they play together

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Something about Mary, Obama, NYT, Yo La Tengo, Mad Bum

Posted on June 16, 2018 by markweiss86

based on a story by Nate Chinen

 

FDCC8B0C-2BC5-4572-ADE4-4792852B227E.jpegGary my brother in law encouraged me to check out Yo La Tengo at the Fillmore last week after we lapped up 75 fairly strong left handed hurls by Mad Bum. He wasn’t familiar with the act — he’s a Deadhead — but he thought his sister my wife Terry would get over my indulgence. ( She works 36 hours strongly at the ER, while I chat up strangers at the pub buscando the next Mia and Jonah.) I tried to use Cochrane’s 1942 World Series Yankees – Cardinals Gas House Gang Press Pass to get backstage at The Fillmore and into the press box at AT&T Park. Two whiffs. Anyways flash forward a week to Mary Halvorson project aka Thumbscrew at SF JAZZ but it wasn’t until eavesdropping from overhead (on way back from room 100 upstairs) that I learned that Mary Halvorson, 37, was like Madison Bumgarnet, 40, a Southpaw. She holds her Sharpie sinister-like but plays her axe normal like not upside down like Jimi, although Ben Davis my nephew, a guitarist, a Bellarmine UC-Santa Cruz grad and New Breed New Dad, said she was “tap dancing” using both feet on her effects rack or racks, making her both good and goofy footed. I didn’t even realize I was going to a co-bill and had bought my tickets just for the Julian Lage trio. But I’d have to say, with due respect all around, like Tinkers to Evers to Chance that my takeaway and wormhole from the whole farrago is Jeff Parker The New Bread, esp Jrifted sic and “hey baby I’m giving you today…hey baby I’m giving you today” sample.

Larry Ochs the sax player was actually my guest (both wifeys begged off due to hospital fatigue) and said he had booked Mary Halvorson way back when in 2005 somewhere old world with Trevor Dunn whereas and meanwhile back in the states I told her, when she authenticated my “Ours” —but before I noticed her leftusluty —that’s not a word — leftualuty— argh, strike two— leftuality, that I saw heard her and potentially meet-greeted her in 2005 in Philly at a John Tcicai show put on my Mark Christmas Arse No Va  — jeezis. I’m so sorry, Mary, sweetheart, I’m married, see my ringy, but wifey and rover and mouse moise true leap I are couchified with Sarah Jessica Parker a villain and her ex he is being proposition something unprintable about her Big Toe. So I’ve completely ruined my Mary Halvorson ten years in the making Big Day Coming Tay Ho By-num-num not Mad for Bums talk-story —it’s the TV, the fucking TV —Jerry Manders as the beaver ads the beaver heaver was — Edwin Heaven heaves like Grover Cleveland fuckface pie hole Doggie Diner — who is that foulmothed centerfield phallus of her dirty Al Gallagher Jack Hirshman King Hal droppin put me in coach — that buttums line up buttum bluf fluffer— Just then SJP offers her climactic F-bomb— search-injun that: “Sarah Jessica Parker” +”fbomb” -knock down the old gray wall sal maglie fake Beat Case guy with issuing not at all gay shotgun in his Parkinson inside the park kisser chin music — and yes Scott Rothstein and Gregg “egg sky” Wilensky and I did caffeinate verb at Its Tops  on Market, Churn et al on Taraval and 39-40, and almost with Yessica or Hessicav Leon at Estacion or what not near Romer Youn in 22nd Street — that In November 4, 2008 Ibama Ibama strike 2 Ian the worst digital pecker Obama Hussein Barack no longer Barryblike Bobby’s bouncing boy him my onetime chase my momma LAH neighbor won the presidency as a black man and I went to bed then woke up and was RELIEVED that it was in The New York Times — as in nothing happened between 9 and 5 – but then when I saw Mary Halvorson inside on Arts P1 I was ELATED ( ie ELATED >merely RELIEVED) I got to say this to her face.

Long story short: Leroy says keep on rockin’.

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Mad Bum the pitchet

i saw Yo La Tengo after the giants game quite the Banksian lets play two

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This is a good one good enough out of 4,354 shots and better than the 1961 Mets

edit to ass: it’s episode 3 of “Divorce” on HBO and aired on my birthday January 28, 2018 but instead of watching in real times or even knowing it exists had Spanish food in San Carlos. E2B7132A-AD5A-4B87-BD18-F48BF81CBB51.pngI should really be sampling Mary Halvorson but, as Sarah Jessica and my actual wife Terry Acebo Davis and Duffy the dog emerge from fog to fire fore I’m outro with Beach Biys from Ep3 and maybe that was a real Beatles synth license I liked the black painter lady and in fact was sussing William Safire Passing Strange And Gail Fisher and because a couple episodes back in our binge there was a fake or ghost dog cgi Mike Conners as Frances’ father Thomas Church Haven putty mouth

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Egg, sky

Posted on June 16, 2018 by markweiss86
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This is not an egg it’s a ceramic flower and Rome or young

This is not an egg it’s a ceramic flower and Rome or young

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Bay area action action

Posted on June 15, 2018 by markweiss86

 

 

Bluf: Leroy says “ You keep on Rockin’ girl”

And I sat on the grass at Stanfords Frost amphitheater on April 22, 1993 and listen to Michelle shocked saying anchored it out and encourage I had no idea the 25 years later I would’ve produced 200 concerts and managed more than 12 musical acts and done no other ads for the oil industry4BCFA645-68B2-4A86-BCC6-92C4E2AEA88C

When my friend O—- And I sat on the grass at Stanfords Frost amphitheater on April 22, 1993 and listen to Michelle shocked saying anchored it out and encourage I had no idea the 25 years later I would’ve produced 200 concerts and managed more than 12 musical acts and done no other ads for the oil industry

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Bay area action action

This is not quite an item even buy plastic alto standards but this is a preview of a private function at a block party in Palo Alto featuring someone I met years ago but hardly know but we both work for Bay Area action she is one of the Chiefs and me as one of the excuse the term Indians 25 years ago and just today I took our dog for the first time he’s a new dog  to the dog park and play with her speaking of shaggy dog stories I will get the ball he can smell the ball at Hoover Park we’re by the way my wife Terry assemble Davis helped select the public art and this woman and her two college age son‘s were talking about music. I knew I recognize the lady but it wasn’t till we started talking I said are you blank I am keeping her identity private here since it’s a private function but I’ll add that it looks like former Mayor Peter direct my Mikey be there as well as Sandy Russell who headed the Earth Day event that we get at BGH he began at it means giving birth to metaphorically speaking not literally Earth wise of Palo Alto which the first of who’s two projects were non-governmental organization‘s and Geo with indigenous perspectives that I became aware of through that Earth Day event and I did some booking organizing for post birthday Earth Day earth like the planet anyhow it’ll be interesting if I actually make it to the block party in here music by former colleagues and activists of the environmental Per pseudo- is him this is a weird aggression but I almost use the

9BE5500E-C44D-42FC-A724-B3CE0EE1B163.jpegline that I attribute to my former client the author and Mitch and her fellow doused drum which references her actual ambiguity in phenotype and a woman at a party is approached by a man and he asks her perhaps if she’s part of a particular Indian tribe name that sounds like a common firstWhich is also the name of the lady and her two sons if this is slander or invasion of privacy: sue me.

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I’ve got your 3

Posted on June 14, 2018 by markweiss86
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Local author and his furry friend or not so furry friends enjoying his Venezuelan but thinking about Ramen and how to murder someone with chopstick don’t try this at home

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Frank Turner coming to save us all

Posted on June 13, 2018 by markweiss86
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My Austin corresponded Laura Thom is a combo plate booking sent me of line of Frank Turner presumably in Austin which reminds me that I should try to see him in San Francisco as soon as this weekend maybe at the Warfield or the Fillmore because after all who never thought that something as simple as rock ‘n’ roll could save us all. Plus the World Cup is starting in six hours

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Those ‘persky’ bullets

Posted on June 13, 2018 by markweiss86

F1081144-9E1B-40FE-8AF2-78475873751FThis is a weird story I should probably skip it but I already told it on the record to a reporter from the post to tape-record it

At an exit interview after voting last week I was anti-recall following the doors Cordell lead and for John Hirokawa based on the Doris and Janice Burns. But the working title references and I’ll J Leno joke and my time is a freelancer in San Francisco advertising agencies in 1990

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and the fact that Peter Direct Meyer only voted for people who supported his green goo initiative where is Tom Jordan swore that it will never be built: if you don’t build it, they will not go or goo

 

edit to adia

She quickly wrote three chapters of what she imagined would become a novel about children and magical realism. The book morphed into a memoir after she realized how much she mimed her personal experiences for material. (Riyl Venus opal Reese).

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The veteran first basemanhas his last name rendered correctly in Spanish, with the accent mark, but his first name has different pronunciations in English and in Spanish. Finely

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edit to add, two weeks later: it’s pretty rear that I would wait to add the bridge that connects the whole thing but I got a note from Dawn McCarthy pka Faun Fables and have sort of a hold on a routed tour in August for her sixth cd on Drag City and as part of processing that I found this buried in their closet:

Jim O'Rourke: Simple Songs (DC620)

Jim O’Rourke

Simple Songs

There ARE no simple songs — only simple people. And since guns don’t kill people, Simple Songs will have to do. Super-sweet terrorism from our very own latter-day Spector!

which is even weirder cuz Phil Spector is a dangerous man.

But I also was thinking about Cindy Dall who I met once at the Bottom of the Hill, well I met her several times and bought her cd (also on Drag City) and maybe had her phone number. She was Bill Callahan’s girlfriend in the time period that I sort of knew them. I got somehow invited to a surprise party for Bill (pka Smog before he was pka-ing Chan Marshall pka OH GOD I’M I THAT MIDDLEAGED THAT I CANNOT EVEN FIND  Cat Power THANK YOU before she was painted by some obscure folk self-taught artist in Eugene a couple dours down from WOW and I donated that water color or marker on pager to either Stanford Cantor Museum or their former director Connie Wolf — and I also once tried to donate either to the university or the museum but via an endowment guy I met near the Serra, Richard Serra not Indian-pka-ing Junipero Serra, corten steel not war on doggie style, 250 years ago or 2010 or so rather a minor Laddie John Dill — Anderson meanwhile has a serious Dill — that Cindy or Cynthia Dall not Dill) —Callahan was embarrassed and Chad from Bananafish (who roomed with the guy who later repped Sony, at Chico) said part of the fun of knowing Bill Callahan during his Smog years was to embarrass him so easily on his birthday. I remember Cindy being reluctant to mention which rock star she was affiliated with, which I thought odd since I had never heard of him. I don’t know if Dawn knew Cindy or knows anyone else on Drag City — I met Dawn or Fawn or Faun from Hands I mean Hans the jazz producer, in theway that Noe Venable as first touted by Lee the jazz producer (and Hans’ former partner, in the business sense or what do I know.) Jim O’Rourke more of a producer than artist but I think he liked my then-client Oxbow and had a funny handle on email. Referencing Putney Swopes or something. Connie’s last name might not be spelled a-ok but jest as well, it works better with my canine joke. I wonder about that Cat Power painting, I donated in the spirit of “girl power” or “feminism” and my then-GF now bride Terry Acebo Davis. Goodbye, Cindy. Good luck, Dawn or Fawn or Faun. Check back in a monthfor news of possible 650 style fables.

The writer of the music blurb above is referencing the same trope I am: guns don’t kill, people do.

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Dan Hicks, ‘I Scare Myself’ w. Terry Allen, ‘Shaking Man’

Posted on June 13, 2018 by markweiss86
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I worked with Amy Krouse for two weeks in 1990 at an agency on Front Street and my job included taking a bus or tax, the Clement, up to Green Apple Books and bringing back pretty pictures of exotic and historic locales such like you might see or hope to see if you had the money for a luxury cruise, more luxurious than the 38 Clement through San Franciso on a June afternoon, 70 degrees or so — yesterday — although most of my journey, from Cafe Trieste at Grant and Vallejo, to SFJAZZ on Franklin and Hayes, I hoofed it, minus a couple blocks, because my timing was perfect, uphill, with a transfer that had actually expired an hour before. Goodby, Amy.

Dan Hicks wrote and recorded a song “I Scare Myself”.

Terry Allen, a visual artist and musician, has a statue at Yerba Buena Gardens in SF, depicting a man whose hands shake so much that in this dimension it looks like he has two or three or fast hands.

I probably prefer most things by Terry Allen than I do those by Mr. Hicks. (Save, who is Terry’s Roberta Donnay? Also, former Chronicle writer Kim Chun had a zine called I Scare Myself, she sent me).

Not sure where else to take this train of thought.

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(But I’m dedicating it to the memory of Amy Krouse, also known as Amy Krouse Rosenthal, who died last year and was a wife, mother and popular author, mostly children’s books. I worked with her for two weeks at an ad agency in San Francisco. I thought of her yesterday while killing time between a 2:30 appointment with our bond fund guy and the 7:30 hit of the great jazz guitarist Jeff Parker, at SFJAZZ. Excuse the gratitous granularity, but Parker and Krouse were both from Chicago. Krouse went to Tufts and told me that it was she who first felt that there school-mate Tracy Chapman from Cleveland should be brought to the attention of executives and Tufts’ parents in the music biz. Plausibly. Why would she lie? Even as an advertising executive. Attention must be paid, as Willy Loman would say. Or did say. On paper, in our minds eye. Goodby, Amy Krouse. And thank you for trying to help me help you).

I filed this under “ethniceities” — because Amy, and I, are or were Jewish — “filthy lucre” — because she and I those two weeks back in 1990 were both paid to be creative– and sf moma” — because the nidus of this post took place in San Francisco and because, eventually, she became a mother.

I’ll edit this to include some appropriate visuals so if you are reading this and imagining your own images, well, that’s probably a better deal. Count your blessings. (Apparently, there are people who cannot imagine things like a man with three hands or a hipster lounge singer from the seventies with a mustache. A real man man. Kantner, or won’t-ner. )

I’ll be here next week. Try the shrimp.

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edit to add:

from our files

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This is Terry Allen. Or a screen capture of him. Which reminds me of a joke within a joke: in this post, Terry Allen is involved but Amy Krouse is committed.

and1: this is a different Terry Allen sculpture, but I did take this picture of Eric Cohen at Stanford and then made this unique edit of such using my magic box and its fancy buttons command shfit 4 or something:

you have to drag the cursor

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Cloud gates between 2009 and 2018 and 2009

Posted on June 12, 2018 by markweiss86
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There’s a picture somewhere of Dao and I reflected here in 2009. Terry and I visited it in 2017

Hello, Dao.
I am still in Chicago and leave for airport at 6 a.m. for 8:30 a.m. flight. I am meeting my former high school basketball coach directly from airport to help him plan his 400th victory party (representing his work over 20 plus seasons, with both boys and girls, in both Palo Alto and Danville East Bay). His name is Hans De Lannoy and he is of a Dutch and Dutch West Indian background. I never thought of him as Asian until recently when his mother died and the obituary described her as being from a formerly colonized part of the Dutch East Indies. He is about 60 years old.

I had a nice dinner with Anna Fermin, Wally, Oskar and Arlo (sort of). She is very interested in coming to the West Coast and touring with you. Not sure if you think doing Seattle, Portland and SF with her should be same window as Irvine and LA.

Yes, I will get on it with plans for Folk Alliance. I can try Louis Meyers again. Also, I will try to have Nancy Emrich as a resource. (No, I did not see her again — I kinda hit a saturation point with her).

I did see Robbie Fulks and Jenny Scheinman again in Chicago. Jenny endorsed a cd for you which I will forward. She is okay with me writing her a “white paper” on producers. As I described it to her, it helps me think through how I feel about these things apropos of you. (Like: what is the difference between using Lee Townsend, Wayne Horvitz, Tucker Martine or Darwin Smith — there is a thread that links all four to each other; Tucker I believe trained with Wayne, assisted on cds Wayne produced, yet is now probably more popular and has a hotter hand. etc).
It will give me an incentive to research who else each of these producers and others have worked with. I almost wrote “guys” for the predicate nominative (??) — are there any women producers out there?

In your case I think you and Darwin have some momentum to keep going; but if I provide some perspectives to Jenny Scheinman, it is not totally unrelated to what could effect you in the longer run. Also, I will suggest ways for her to collaborate with you (and Darwin) in the near future.

I thought my trip was very worthwhile. Yesterday I took a cab to Millenium Park to catch up with Michael Orlove of the City of Chicago and give him the rundown on your doings. I think there is possibility of doing some stuff with them next time in town.

I will revise the “Chicago Update” file and add in the names of our new friends there. I hope we can get back to Chicago relatively soon.

On a personal aside, on my way to Anna’s yesterday, I noticed a building for rent sign around the corner from her: it said MARK B WEISS realtor. I called the phone number and found a man nine years older than me with the same name. Same middle name even: Mark Bennett Weiss. I find that odd because Bennett is kind of a WASPy name. Doesn’t usually go with Weiss. I was named for Morton Benjamin Weiss, my deceased paternal grandfather, plus we lived on Bennett Street. I joked to the guy in a subsequent email that I may have to change my name. (because in addition to being a real estate wiz, he is on the board of a music non profit).

We should keep our eyes out for more Dao Stroms.

Michael Orlove’s co-worker said her favorite band at Pitchfork is from Denmark, called Mew. I skipped Pitchfork and ended up having Himalayan food in Evanston with my former intern Noah Metz and his girlfriend — they are recent Northwestern grads. I also chatted up a woman selling t-shirts for the sports teams there named Amy Danzer who wrote her thesis on a formerly repressed Soviet writer named Venedikt Erofeev, and also wondered if you had read Linda Le “Slander.” Amy was also into “Hiroshima Mon Amor.”

I am trying on the plane to read Yoko Tawada, Where Europe Begins. Do you know it?

Also, I am tempted to send you that 1970 Playboy magazine after I peruse it. I was thinking that you might have some insightful observations about it. Maybe you can work some of it into your ’70s narrative piece. I also, perhaps more helpfully, keep a file on articles about the Vietnam war, like recent obituaries of Robert McNamara and some U.S General.

I will also try to update the “Dao outline” document as appropriate.

Maybe we can recast as goals for the second half of 2009.

Enjoy the gourmet house concert.

Mark

 

> Next step, I’m also thinking may be to start looking
> for West Coast dates. I know it’s still a ways off, but
> perhaps we could start looking for a good anchor date
> nevertheless? If you see any opening act ideas to pursue in
> Bay Area, LA, Portland, Seattle or elsewhere along the
> coastline? Just a thought

its funny Texas seems so big until your anchored up in Anchorage or worse Juneau up the road.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QcDWMqsU7Rg

Ctense, bitter portrayal of a Vietnamese family blighted by insanity, adultery, and incest, observed by the daughter who labors to distance herself from her depressing, indeed disastrous, origins. Written in French and first published in 1993, this spare, cunningly fashioned tale juxtaposes a riot of powerful sensory impressions against–and as correlatives of–the narrator’s vitriolic memories. The novel’s rigorous nihilism, however, undercuts its considerable artistry; the reader shares the narrator’s wish to escape from this experience, and to forget it as quickly as possible.

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Jules et mar

Posted on June 11, 2018 by markweiss86

Film by Mark Becker of Stanford not mark Decker of Dartmouth

https://mobile.nytimes.com/2008/11/05/arts/music/05halv.htmlhttps://www.google.com/amp/s/www.mercurynews.com/2018/06/11/sfjazz-brings-mary-halvorson-and-thumbscrew-to-the-san-francisco-stage/amp/Julian lag documentary Jules at eight

Mary Halvorson New York Times same day as Obama Mary Helgerson in New York Times same day as Obama victory

Appearing as co-bill at SF Jazz this Thursday

Film by Mark Becker of Stanford not mark Decker of Dartmouth

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