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Who are we if we permit Buena Vista closure and relocation of 100 families?

this is at 2:00:30 of the four hour public hearing archived by City of Palo Alto regarding BVMP; for 2 minutes
I admit I just viewed three times my 2 minute address to Council during the Buena Vista Mobile Home Park closure hearings.
Who are we if we permit this to happen? (Following the leads, separately, of John Barton and
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Tagged buena vista mobilehome park, Palo Alto
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Will Palo Alto rule ‘heartside-up’?
9:40 pm i.e. three and two thirds hours into the hearing:
I’m going where there’s no depression
To the lovely land that’s free from care
I’ll leave this world of toil and trouble
I am thinking of the Carter Family song, “In Heaven There is No Depression” which to my peers gave birth to a movement called “No Depression”. It also calls to mind “Grapes of Wrath” by Steinbeck, which I read in 1980 at Gunn High. Leadership is saying something like we are losing this round but will win the war, so to speak, but I have my doubts. I have a sinking feeling. Why didn’t leadership get ahead of this long ago?
Has the Carter Family song I gloss been recorded in Spanish?
and1:
Uncle Tupelo version, and a quick search does not yield a Spanish version:
andand: meeting pushes on to 10:22, and I am thinking of Orson Welles as Harry Lime rhymes with slime in “The Third Man”:
Harry: You know, I never feel comfortable on these sort of things. Victims? Don’t be melodramatic. [gestures to people far below] Tell me. Would you really feel any pity if one of those dots stopped moving forever? If I offered you twenty thousand pounds for every dot that stopped, would you really, old man, tell me to keep my money, or would you calculate how many dots you could afford to spare? Free of income tax, old man. Free of income tax – the only way you can save money nowadays.(graham greene, screenwriter and author)
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Tagged buena vista, el palo alto, graham greene, Palo Alto, woodworking
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American Splendor

American splendor self portrait by of Weiss in Feldman’s window, but reflecting on Harvey Pekar, 1954-2008
regarding Harvey Pekar, 1939-2010, whose book I saw in the window (I provided a link because I am going to rush back and procure from Mr. F tomorrow, to cheer me up for how I feel today, about BV. But I did buy a Twain paperback for $6, specifically, and I had already categorized this “ethniceities” on Jews)
‘all the patient dignity of a human form’ by hummingfish channelled kinda sort on a Sunday and Monday
“Herons” is a song by Hummingfish an indie band out of Portland, out of the 1990s.
Thoughts of which folded into this:
Hi, Bill.
I am the one that bought your BEML cd based on the fact that the first track was by Deb Talan.
I listened to the performance the next a.m., that song, ‘rock and water” or what not, and then hummed it the rest of the a.m.
Did not know the tune but cannot imagine a better performance than the version you and Megan created.
you own the tune now.
I saw Hummingfish exactly once, dropping everything to zip up to Sweetwater Mill Valley to see their show, with another admirer of Deb and them. It was actually a tune called “Herons’ that me and this temporary fellow traveler bonded over; she had it as her outgoing message on her old school answering machine, this is 1996 or so. It turns out that “herons” was written by her then-partner and maybe that is why, despite others calling for it, or posting about it, Deb Talan apparently does not play it nor is it in repertoire of The Weepies. someone else wrote in to say that the song was not ornithologically correct in that herons do not travel in packs as depicted in song. Of course, my memory was of a bird entering the water as in your song choice not rising up to fly. But there is something great about her voice on that song, which she only co-wrote. the melody to his lyric.
And that Weepies years later were signed by Mike Kappus of Rosebud as r.a. if not also p.m. is to my mind the best imprimatur in the business and caught my eye even if I have not ever caught up with her or them, nor do I know their book.
Sad news you passed on about her health troubles. I perused their site and postings about such.
Another case I monitor is Candye Kane the blues singer fighting pancreatic cancer. Tough lady, raised a boy who graduated from Cal, and another son played drums in her band for a while. Candye in recent years hired a young guitarist from Mountain View named Laura Chavez.
And I also asked you about Danny Barnes. I once hired Danny Barnes Trio, not Bad Livers mind you, to play the Edge or Illusions in Palo Alto, circa 2002, a trio with Danny, Amy Denio on bass and Oliver something on accordion.
Mark Weiss
Earthwise Productions and Artist Management of Palo Alto
PO Box 60786
Palo Alto, CA 94306
(650) 305-XXXX
if your phone or office pinged briefly sunday a.m. I was fixin’ to ring you, moved by all this…
i also chatted up Mr. Spurgin about my Kerrville and Austin days, and Mr. Crary about Dao Strom who grew up in Placerville, lived in Austin, is based in Portland but coming thru town in June, s/s plus novelist…former client
edit to add, almost exactly one year later, or one year minus two days later: this thing is pretty darn post-modern and random so it does not dilute much worse to add this:
Back at Stanford, Brooks, who took classical voice lessons while growing up and was a member of the Stanford Chamber Corale, realized she would rather write her own songs than sing ones written long ago.
“I realized I couldn’t do this anymore,” she said. “What was I singing about? I had to do a performance that was more a synthesis of my ideals and my values. When I started playing guitar, I realized, wow, this was the medium I was looking for.”
Shelagh Sandstedt, a friend of Brooks’ who lived with her in Synergy, still remembers the first time she saw Brooks pick up a guitar.
“We were all sitting downstairs in the house, hanging out,” Sandstedt said. “She knew only two or three chords and she created this really humorous, great song. We were all laughing. And from that point, she was always creating. She was just totally enveloped in it.” which is by Heather Knight of the Chronicle in 1997, about Lisa Allette Brooks, and her cd “Silicon Valley Rebel”, Lisa who is now a PhD candidate in Sanskrit at UCB. It is Lisa’s pal Shelagh who was my companion the night we drove to Mill Valley to see Hummingfish. And kudos to Mark Buchanan who wrote this song and keeps fighting for all that is right, in Oregon, and whose comments follow, calling out my red heron of bad bird omenology or don’t bee leaf all that you reed on the internest.
I can almost conjure thru the synapses bits and pieces of that song but could not find, as I did once or twice before the actual or virtual digital simulacra of Mark/Deb and dem years ago or on an analog cassette I played once or twice. But I recall playing it years later and it still moved me. Buchanan is in my pantheon and I added his name to the tags here.
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Tagged bill evans, deb talan, mark buchanan, megan lynch, mike kappus
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Kim Gordon LOL twice in ten minutes
Kim Gordon “Girl in a Band” I procured this a.m. around 9:30 good start to the week, b/w the Brian Grazer book that Charlie Rose plugged the other night, and I used my buy 10 get the 11th kinda free, from Books Inc at Town and Country.
I laughed out loud twice in ten pages: that on her first trip to England a worker at the venue found a syringe and assumed it was from her band; that Henry Rollins invented “twerking”.
I saw Sonic Youth exactly once, opening for REM at Shoreline circa 1998 with half the staff of my Earthwise crew from the Cub, which is sort of like saying I’ve never seen them. I have to admit I never heard of Gerhard Richter until I met Terry my Terry or about 2009, so kudos for Daydream Nation and apparently the Death Valley ’69 single cover or something.
Jon Wuster never wrote back to say how useful or not my notes for him were, interviewing Kim at Cat’s Cradle last month. No worries.
At Cubberley, I remember patrolling the parking lot after a show and being too tired to pick up four semi-crushed beer cans. I said to self “only four cans”. Of course the facilities manager, in the City of Palo Alto Recreation Department, called me that Monday morning and said “Hey, Mark, we found FOUR beer cans in the parking lot…”.
edit to add: minutes later, sitting at Coupa downtown P.A. cannot help but overhear the banter of the next billionaires and think that I must have laughed out loud five times in the 30 minute season premier of “Silicon Valley” tm on HBO, which I noted had Roger McNamee as a consultant. I might have to re-watch to mark where the laughs lay. I am also re-thinking my chance meeting with someone who beliviaby claims to be a former Pandora employee, take the money and run, but that she said first that she was in advertising then that she did finance for Pandora, which might have meant keeping track of what passes for royalties and maybe she is just a great liar which helps meeting strangers in a cafe or working in Silicon Valley, I’m sure, but I would say probably does not deserve to wear even a quasi-lame Record Store Day t-shirt with a Crosley faux-retro turntable depicted, I own. I’m also over due on a 3-pronged “fox” story or post about cover of PAW, my and Syrett’s “fox says ding” and maybe that I met “fox-face” from hunger games who is enrolled at Stanford.
yeah yeah yeah i’m only making it verse to outro with this:
Palo Alto hat trick

her the cap fit, wear it, especially if you can rock a Helen Kaminski kalava, at Malia Mills, at Town & Country, Palo Alto
In Palo Alto we’re talking a “Downtown Cap” although some describe it more like a halo, a scarf (scharff?) or hint, but a short stroll to Town & Country yields actual, practical wearable and stylish millinery objects, like at Malia Mills, where I cajoled Rhea to pose in a smart and classy Kalava hat by Helen Kaminski ($245).
Malia Mills has 11 stores, which kept them out of certain SF neighborhoods, to the Palo Altans advantage. Malia herself is a Cornell grad, but her brother went to Dartmouth. (I had name-checked Eugenia Kim ’96, which drew me further in, that Rhea, and then Jessica, kept me talking: Malia herself had addressed but probably not dressed the Dartmouth Club recently).
Come for the sonja pants, stay for hats by Tracey Watts, Lisa Battaligia, Kokia* or Kaminski.
Terry, my Terry, has a birthday coming up in June so we shall see. (Terry shopped and partied at “Malika’s” which added to my confusion. Oddly and not to ruin it, but I ran in to Christy Wolf, who said that Remi is at USC Thornton furthering her musicality; maybe deals can be made to dress or top Remi Wolf with hats by Rhea and Jessica at Malia Mills; if you get her going, but before getting 86’d, Jessica also can riff on Tim Draper and his proposal to divide The Golden State into six fiefdoms; she’s reading poli sci at SJSU; Plastic Alto the blog is a weird conflation of everything from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave to Capri pants invented by Sonja, or am trying).
edit to add or and1 or and2: what draws me into to these situations, clearly I’m on thin ice, or thick fall risk ice, is that I once pitched the Raleigh, North Carolina milliner Mary Michele Little, circa 1992 and pre-dating Earthwise of Palo Alto, and that it calls to mind my Gunn classmate and Oracle colleague Jean Watt now known as Lucky Magazine editor at large former product editor Jean Godfrey June, although I hear tell months later that Conde Naste sold the title:
*I’m such a poseur: it’s KOKIN, darling.
two days later: I stopped Lori Hobson in front of Coupa Cafe on Ramona and channeling Bill Cunningham shot her in a Eugenia Kim she bought locally from a department store:
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Tagged downtown cap, eugenia kim, helen kaminski, jean godfrey june, malia mills, tim draper, town and country
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