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Kayla Mueller inducted into The Pueblo Girls hypothetical rock band
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Ledisi deserves her own tv show

When I was Stew’s manager a reviewer said “sings better than Richard Pryor, is funnier than Jimmy Webb”
Ledisi singing a gospel song to the MLK character in “Selma” was a highpoint for me — I’ve written and talked about some of my disappointments with the film and that I look forward to the rumored MLK-biopic that will include cooperation from the estate and actual speeches and footage.
But I stand with Ledisi in protesting that the Grammy show used Beyonce and a chorus of dudes to sing “My Precious Lord”, the Mahalia Jackson song she covered digetically (in camera) in the film.
Sure, Beyonce is a star and I guess can pull rank, but Ledisi deserves some love beyond just a nom and decent seats at the telecast (and I admit I have no idea how the party scene plays out, never having been to the show).
A couple years before Ledisi was nominated for Best New Artist, I spoke to her booking agent about wanting to manage the singer, who had played with her Anibade project at my jazz series at Cubberley Center in Palo Alto, years before, in 1997.
Actually I wanted to reposition her as the black Lucille Ball; Or a Whoopi with pipes. I was impressed with how funny she was, in between songs, at Yoshi’s, mimicking some of her audience members, like a stand-up comic. I never saw her in “Beach Blanket Babylon” but I’m sure people who knew her then would agree she has an untapped comic touch.
So, let’s atone for last night’s snub by giving her a network, primetime variety show, or pilot at the least.
Also, when Ledisi played my venue I was asked to pay her in cash not check and I had her sign an autograph on the little money-garter-belt that the bills came wrapped in. As in: Ledisi = money.
She laughed. (But never really heard me out, years later, on the management thing. No worries. You, go!)
Link to today’s brouhaha.
No waffling on Brown Sugar Kitchen
Terry, Maggie and I did not mind waiting 90 minutes to be seated Saturday at West Oakland’s famous Brown Sugar Kitchen especially since a, owner and hubby of the chef Tanya Holland Phil Surkis schmoozed us a bit during the delay and b, the chicken and waffles were as good as ever and the staff stayed on it until 90 minutes past their advertised 3 p.m. close to fit us in.
Phil also signed our copy of Tanya’s Chronicle Books opus, a cookbook, as if we could try this at home. We compared notes on our respective monologues; whether he was just being nice, he said he wanted to hear more about my comedic antipathy towards my former hoops adversary Jim Harbaugh, the star of my “Harbaugina Monologue”. And it is true, but hardly relevant, that a recent Palo Alto High principal named Phil Winston was reassigned after pestering co-eds, at an Eve Ensler event — a slippery slope for the high school crowd, with apple cider or maple syrup — “don’t you want to hear about your vagina?”
I sent Phil a cryptic text about Tabasco; then proceeded to answer my own query by trying to create savory beignets, and have the pictures to prove it. We also texted our friend the fellow former Palo Alto arts commissioner Ally Richter the rocket scientist about helping to plan a Delta fundraiser there, on Mandela Parkway “and we’ll get Ledisi to sing”.
At Tanya Hollands’ Brown Sugar Kitchen, the friend chicken doesn’t just sizzle, it sings.
Terry kicked me when I went into the part about meeting Bobbito Garcia there, and calling him a one-man, Latino Harlem Globetrotters act.
It took me a minute, like like in The Smashing Pumpkins, The Counting Crows and for a minute my client The Orange Peels, that the sugar kitchen is brown, not the sugar. The sugar, ironically enough is powder white.
I nearly rang the nearby Don Farnsworth, who I believe to be, before West Oakland, a famous Palo Alto artist. I may still. We also noted — and this is as much a book review as the food per se — Mildred Howard in the house. Or a mediated version of such. Can I mention here that I own a basketball signed by she and Walt Frazier?
The book features a preview by Michael Chabon and photos by Austin-based Jody Horton.
Titan hoops bring momentum into Viking tilt
Gunn defeated Pinewood Thursday by 9 to create some momentum before their matchup Saturday versus the cross-town rival Paly. Gunn stands at 14-2, with a four-game winning streak. 69-60, I have it as.
Jonathan Davis drained a few key threes to keep the Titans ahead of the Panthers, nipping at their ankles. Chris Russell, who missed a squeaker victory Tuesday hosting Lynbrook, finally found his range and contributed a key bucket down the stretch.
Mostly the game was dominated, as typical, by the passing: Lee-Heidenreich to Gil-Fernandez to Lee-Heidenreich, et cetera. Andre Augustin along with Jonathan Davis did a decent job beating the press with the dribble.
Gunn also controlled the boards. At halftime, Gunn was up 22-9 on the boards, and had several offensive putbacks for goals.
Pinewood tried to foul their way back into the lead, but the strategy back-fired as the Titans hit their free throws. It is understandable if scouting reports confuse Gunn with the Butch Cassidy character in the movies who can only hit the target if he can move.
Alex Gil-Fernandez and Chris Russell both had lay-ins that thwarted the Panthers do or die defense. A few minutes earlier, one of the Lee-H brothers suffered a deep scratch on his face from an overzealous and under-groomed Panther. Hopefully he had a recent tetanus booster, our man in red.
Gunn can go 12 deep in its rotation. Although the dribbling is sometimes sketchy, at other times the passing game is jaw-dropping and poetic.
There’s a weird real estate sub-plot this week in that the Panthers play on a campus that is actually PAUSD property with a long ground lease — the former Fremont Hills elementary (my home turf for 5th and 6th, although we played outdoors and there was no gym). Meanwhile, a former Panther player and coach, Jason Peery has offered to build a new Paly gym.
If I reported previously that the Gunn-Paly matchup was at “The Titensity Taj Mahal” i.e. a home game, I think the schedule did list it as on Arastradero. Mel Froli, who has watched or called as many Gunn games as anyone, claims that Brandynn Williams, a former Paly player now coaching the SoPA Supers, wanted the switch so that he can ruin the Vikings farewell to their famous Pit.
I would say Gunn is a slight underdog going in, but can pull off a “W” with team play and a little patience and poise.
Another small subplot is that Gunn reserve Lukas Dorward has a younger brother who plays for the Vikes.
check back to see if I can link to the photos taken by a MaxPreps stringer named Doug Stringer.
also: city councilman Tom Dubois is likely to attend the game as he has a boy at Gunn in the band and coached several of the Titans and Vikings at AAU youth basketball, including Noah Steinbrenner, who I misidentified in a previous post.
and1: I caught about half of a radio broadcast 89.1 FM (M-A high) of Sequoia over Burlingame, 74-68. I was listening for news of Chris Bene who is the nephew of the former Menlo three-sport athlete Tony Fenwick. I first met Tony at Stanford basketball camp when we were 12 or 13. His kin seems like a D-1 prospect and went for 29 as his team is now 18-3.
‘The Protest Singer’ a book about Pete Seeger
Alec Wilkinson’s excellent job handling the story of math genius Yitang Zhang in The New Yorker earned this plug from Plastic Alto, which is after all a culture journal more than math or policy.
With Bruce, at the Obama event:
edit to add: in for seventy million, in for 246, here is Alec Wilkinson making, for 246 seconds math look easy:
a month or so later: i recommend the Pete Seeger protest singer book in tandem with photo book by Christopher Felver, features Pete Seeger on cover.
Goodbye, old friend: Candlestick Park, (1960-2015)
My first visit to Candlestick was to see Giants and Astros, Bat Day, 1972 I think. You could here, via the radio, the kids pounding the bats on the cement.
My dad and I saw more than 100 49ers games, 1974-2008 or so. Including “The Catch”.
In baseball, I saw the famous Giants-Dodgers twi-night doubleheader in 1988 with Rich Durante, the last time beer was sold unregulated.
I saw the Rolling Stones with about a dozen classmates, 1982, and was the designated driver, in a Key Chevrolet van, kinda sorta.
I thought the wind issues were overblown. Builders want to build, build, build. And no, I have not seen the new Santa Clara stadium. I do like the Giants new park, I must admit.
Oh, yeah. We were there for the Earthquake. My poor mother thinking the worst for four hours until we got back. She didn’t think, sitting in the dark, to check her car radio.
I shot the Stick a couple times in recent months, on the way to other San Francisco attractions.
Richard Sherman, 25, Rayden Sherman 2/5
Mazel tov to Richard Sherman and Ashley Moss, proud parents of Rayden Sherman, born today I guess February 5, 2015, also abbreviated to 2/5/15.
Sherman in his social media feed noted that he wears football uniform (for Seattle Seahawks) #25, while his son is born 2/5.
I met Sherman between 2 and 5 times when he was a senior at Stanford in that he had an apartment in my building, which is on Stanford campus and approximately 10/50ths of the units are reserved for students.
I met his mom and his nephew, as well.
I thought they were good people. So I root for #25.
outro: Tom Lehrer, “Fight Fiercely, Harvard” impress them with your prowess, DO!
Some thoughts on the Paul J. Cohen film, eight years after his passing
I’m a family friend, of the sons, but I also knew Paul.
They started filming, before Paul’s illness presented. They went with him to Austria for Godel@100, and filmed that lecture, which is searchable on Youtube. The boys, although Stanford grads and good in math by most people’s standards, are in the arts, and are Hollywood SAG actors. I would say that they are still mourning Paul and that has prevented them from furthering the film, which starts with a discussion of the math per se but digresses, for instance, to footage of Paul being moved from one part of Stanford Hospital to another, after a surgery. A known filmmaker, and mutual friend Elizabeth Thompson, met with the sons to discuss the dynamics, how much family to intersperse with how much math. They corresponded with David Foster Wallace about whether he would narrate, and he declined.
Paul was quite a character, and enjoyed music and comedy — he did stand-up in clubs. They are in some ways like the Kaplanskys, whose daughter Lucy is a successful folk-singer. The Cohen estate donated their family piano to the math department, for the fourth floor, at Stanford.
I would think they would welcome correspondence, encouragement and suggestions, about this film. I sent them the link to Alec Wilkinson’s article in The New Yorker, about Prof. Zhang, and the film.
If you search my blog, there is more about the Cohens. (Plastic Alto, on wordpress)
The Cohens at this point are 7, a prime, not that it’s anyone’s business:
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