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Kim Gordon, Girl in a Band w. Jon Wurster, funny guy with sticks and a mic
I wrote this in my head, in the shower, unless that is too much information tmi but I was going to write Jon Wurster and ask him to reply to 2 or 3 quick questions. He is interviewing for an audience at Cat’s Cradle in Chapel Hill Kim Gordon a founding member of Sonic Youth, about her book Girl in a Band.
1) Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore how is that like or unlike Mac and Laura?
2) Superchunk and Sonic Youth? They had the same agent, Bob Lawton? I think when I first heard about Superchunk or indie rock but 2 years or so before I started putting on shows I tried to call Twin Towers and I think you, Jon Wurster were there, at the agency or something and they put you on with me, and I said I had met your brother Lane Wurster, at that same show?
Is that possible? I thought you were a girl? Is that an insult? Wasn’t there a woman at Matador named Rusty that only in the know people knew was a girl? That’s not an insult? Do you think Superchunk and Sonic Youth are more similar or dissimilar?
3) Kim Gordon is Jewish? The Wursters are German but not Jewish? When your ancestors were making sausage –for Von Bismarck? — ours, Kim’s and mine, not that I know Kim Gordon or anything about her, there is a Judy Gordon here who is an estate attorney and her nephew actually makes rock posters, Gordon something something Gordon, search that plus ‘rock posters’ – I would guess the Gordons and the Weisses, or I know we were Levi’s then, my cousin my dad’s cousin a VP of International Marketing for National Semiconductor was stationed in Germany, and he ended up marrying a German lady, his second wife — he also took the opportunity to trace that branch of his and my dad’s family, back to 1750, East Germany, there was something called “shutsz-juden” or “kept-Jews” — they belonged to someone else, maybe like sharecroppers versus landowners, so if the Wursters had a hot dog stand or a butcher shop the Levi’s probably and maybe the Gordons too had to eat offal or pick up after the cows — ‘chunk has some New York roots but it’s more Southern and waspy than New Yorky — I am prepping you for talking to Kim Gordon, you should thank me, can you write something straight forward in reply.
Kind of reminds me, if you excuse the digression – and it occurred to me that I am writing about Jon Wurster as much as about Kim Gordon and her book, that when Harrod Blank son of Les Blank debuted his first film a news camera of some sort was about to interview me and Harrod said “Try to be real” he thought I was way out, he who rode around town with toys hanging from his car. I had said something earlier about how someday the Detroit manufacturers would let you order a car “plain” so that you could DIY paint it yourself.
4) Did you see “Whiplash”? what did you think? How do you compare the drumming on “Birdman” to the kid on “Whiplash”?
5) Do you want to do a drum solo show, part of of Earthwise@20 series? I once did a Leon Parker show were he didn’t even bring a kit, just hamboned and sang. Ok, drum solo and ha-ha. I interview you. I’ll be you and you be Kim Gordon. But we’ll both wear yarmulkes.
I tagged this “ethnicities” “words” and “sex”.
and1: I was gonna stip in a photo of Jon but what if you send me a selfie, like right now, 1 p.m. East Coast time on a Monday? That’s weird what goes on in my head is not “Detroit” but something about the weather is good here too.
I guess i should admit I don’t really have a favorite Sonic Youth song but I like Gerhard Richter, the cover of “daydream nation” and I admit or give props that they were done with him 20 years before I was. I saw them open for R.E.M. at a shed, maybe that’s it. I like the idea of Sonic Youth. Sort of like my deer hoof obsession, but I’m in much earlier. I used to have a Sonic Youth poster for a new cd, circa 2000 on my wall and I wrote in Henry Butler as opening act, I was pretending I was producing such a show.
edit to add, a week later: Kim Gordon residentialist, exclusive to Plastic Alto the punk rock slash land use blog:
NM: You recently mentioned that you were looking at the overblown ad copy on the exteriors of all the new condo developments in New York.
KG: Oh yeah. When I was in LA in art school, the real estate section of the Los Angeles Times was always a critical source of inspiration. Selling lifestyles with ad copy for these model-home developments—it was just fascinating.
It’s insane how many condo developments are going up as pure investments in New York these days, for people who are never really going to live there. I just think it’s funny. I don’t really have any critical or ethical stance on it. Seeing the city change over the years, this is just the latest incarnation.
NM: Well, I haven’t read your memoir, but I have read a few memoirs recently in which the real subject of the book becomes: What happened to New York?
KG: That definitely figures in my book. But it’s not exactly like, Oh yeah, New York used to be so great. I mean, it wasn’t. But that kind of nostalgia is enhancing and dressing up the appeal of moving to New York.
I think one of those new buildings is called Fortress of Glassitude. It actually sounds like a heavy-metal band. I think there is another one called Thor.
NM: That’s impressively bad. You have an eye and ear for these uses of language, for words that can be tried on, or inhabited uncomfortably.
What about your relationship to writing, literature, and specifically narrative in your work?
KG: I start by writing, and then I get an idea or it becomes a part of the work in some show. Actually, that’s how the wreath paintings started—when Alex Zachary had that space in a town house uptown, I loved the space so much that I wanted to have a show there, and I started writing about town houses—how a town house is like suburbia in the city, and so I started thinking about wreaths and that started with these wreath paintings.
There was also something in the Chron, submitted by some one from Yale. Allyson McCabe be she. It looks like there were 3 items in the Chron on this.
Trip the light fantastic and Norwegian concept artist Camille Norment

I have a backlog of about 30 things to write about but why not toss off something quick and easy about Camille Norment?
And also, her piece at MOMA in NYC is called “trip light” which someone thought references the phrase “trip the light fantastic”.
Now I did think Procul Harem but it actually goes back to Milton and Shakespeare, who knew?
The sound sample uses Arvo Part, but she also digs, in a Norwegian via Maine way, Billie Holliday.
Meanwhile I am cutting to a Louis Menand piece in The New Yorker “Crooner in rights spat” about Rod Stewart being sued by someone who took his picture years ago,and he is using a similar picture to promote his Vegas production. Bonnie Schiffman. (10/20/14)
and1: it might take me ten minutes to dig this out of my phone, but I have a picture of a (name withheld) Norwegian maiden and her five yorkies, speaking of copyrights.
Rhino Records w. Earthwise Productions
Legend has it that the very first $100 that Richard Foos put into the music business, he doubled his money. He founded and sold Rhino Records, to the tune of probably $20 M and he also has built up Shout! Factory to something comparable. He and his brother Garson Foos and Harold Bronson.
I was writing a letter* to some blog about some Shout! Factory release, and was searching my email for Richard Foos’ address and came upon the above photo. I guess it is Richard and Harold and somebody famous, like a Ramone.
In about two hours I am calling down to Culver City to Arcana books to try to buy a signed copy, from November of Harold’s book about Rhino Records the early days.
Richard’s parents and mine were friends, and traveled together to India, of all things. Not great friends, but hand some things in common. I think it started with concern for the Jewish community and Israel. (Maybe they met on a trip to Israel, organized by The Federation). Richard is maybe 10 years older than me. He certainly got into music before me.
Meanwhile, I am celebrating 20 years in the biz. Let’s just say I do this at a break-even. It’s taking me the long way home before every hundred bucks I put in I can double my money.
At first I was planning to only produce shows for unsigned bands, but Foos suggested this was stupid. He was right. Last we spoke, he told me they were back in the A&R for new bands biz, and working with Airborne Toxic Event. Did I read somewhere like the Stanford Daily that that band has a Stanford connection?
If I do buy this book — and my credit card which is pretty maxed, actually works — maybe I will post again about the book per se and not just word of a book.
When I met Foos, or the last time I saw him, his daughter was a new born and she’s probably in college by now. Named after another classic brand, but not a record label. Something with a unique sound, by the way.
* my letter, to Back Road Bound the blog:
I found this by putting “blues” into your internal search function. I do like Steve Earle, I saw him in Santa Fe. I might have caught some of his act in SF, HSB.
There’s an interesting Steve Earle chestnut on the David Byrne “Imelda Marcos” tribute. I think it’s written from the perspective of young Ferdinand Marcos perhaps before he was corrupted, wanting to protect his creed and land from outsiders.
And since i entered Jay’s blog via Sherman Alexie, I wonder about the artwork on this Shout Factory release. Is it real native maerican or tribute? If you permit me one more perhaps gratuitous asides, the fonder of Shout Factory, Richard Foos is a mensch, goo d guy.
and1: my computer suggests he open a hot dog stand: richard food.
andand: okeh, i admit it took me 16 days to figure out, because I am writing about CBGB w. CBDG that those are 3 Ramones and 0 Foos/Bronsons, in front of Rhino. I’ve been to that Rhino exactly once, for an in-store i forget Who.
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Tagged rhino, richard food, richard foos, shout factory, the ramones
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Gunn hosts Evergreen in CCS hoops Tuesday
Gunn 18-3 and a 9-seed in Division 1, hosts Evergreen Valley 13-10 and unseeded Tuesday. A victory would mean travel to nearby Foothill College gym to face 8-seed bye Oak Grove Eagles of San Jose, 15-9, and then, on paper at least or in this case handheld Bellarmine Bells, the top seed, Sat., 2/28, and then, one can dream a rematch with Paly, a 5-seed in the other bracket, slipping by Homestead or Piedmont Hills. Twenty wins would feel great. Anything other than a first round flub would be icing on a delicious season. Go, Titans. Impress them with your prowess, do.
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Detroit has a skyline too: my photos of or with 3 local developers
It was no architect designed this view
He could not have known about you
Mousy homes, catacombs
Detroit has a skyline too
Detroit has a skyline too
Doesn’t really fit here, but this is a music blog first and foremost.
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John McNellis, I think he has offices 400 block of Waverley, near the combination 7-ll / Start-up Garage, sometimes volunteers at the Soup Kitchen and is known for opposing amped music at Lytton Plaza, on behalf of TCV his tenant nearby, and for Alma Village, fall, 2014
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Charles “Chop” Keenan, reaching skyward at High and Hamilton, shot nearby, fall, 2014, but mostly known for keeping the people out of the historic and beloved The Varsity
3.

Elizabeth Wong is Argentinian, a mom, a wife and a landlord more than developer, with The Apple Store and fresh plans for 429 University on her horizon
I will outro with the video of the song, by Superchunk, who played my Cubberley Sessions, my 5-year anniversary event even, where we gave out “Superchunk(chocolate chip)” or “CreeperLagoon(berry)” ice cream, from Rick’s Rather Rich.
I mean this in the nicest and most respectful possible way, but these 3 might not fit into an elevator together.
and1: it is weird being a combination concert promoter and political activist — one who does not accept campaign contributions, even, but then I sent this to the record label and hinted that they should send me a free bumpersticker. I would gladly reimburse them for the sticker, I just wanted to see what kind of reaction I would get. I was a Superchunk fan before I started the concert biz, by about 2 years. I was a Superchunk fan before I knew there was indie. I first saw ‘chunk at Cat’s Cradle in 1991, the month that Anita Hill was calling out Clarence Thomas.
and now I’ve really blathered over the minimalism of the 3 developer photos but Jon in a 2005 memoir corroborates what I saw on Anita Hill’s wiki page about October, 1991 being the timing of the show I saw: it was Jon’s first month with the band:
I really can’t believe it’s been almost 14 years since I was asked to join Superchunk (I replaced original drummer Chuck Garrison). Sure, it was tough giving up my burgeoning window-washing career (I was told I was on track to becoming second assistant crew chief), but I went for it anyway. Over the course of two weeks in mid-October 1991, we practiced in Mac’s living room, played a WXYC benefit at the Cradle, and prepared for a four-week tour. I didn’t know it then, but that tour would be just the first step of an almost decade-and-a-half-long journey that would take the four of us around the world many times.
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Tagged chop keenan, elizabeth wong, john mcnellis, jon wurster, superchunk
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Taking charge with Rich Kelley
Legends of the SPAL: Hans Delannoy w. Rich Kelley
rich kelley left and mark weiss right or vice versa Rich Kelley, a Woodside resident and former NBA and Stanford basketball player, said he would not endorse me but agreed to pose still for a selfie, the au courant exchange.
It helped that I name dropped Bud Presley and made a metaphor of taking the charge against the developers rather than stepping aside and letting them go past for easy lay ins, like we have for the last 20 quarters or so.
His father was the famous real estate man Ryland Kelley, but was also a poet and promoter of local musicians, like Freddy Clarke of Wobbly World. I saw them at CoHo.
“Don’t call me sir” he said as he galloped off into the morning. “Rich!” I yelled back. He made it sound like he would check up on me and maybe might call back with an endorsement. Definitely…
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