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Palo Alto Forwalk

Lady in green is Elizabeth Wong, who wouldn’t sit for me but is becoming a friend or ally, in front of 525, her atty’s office
If, Elaine, Steve, Kate & Eric you are interested in walkability per se and not just being useful to the devrlopers , shouldn’t you advocate a shoe factory, good for the tax base.
And ignoring 456 as your group transverses is censorship not focus.
As Miss Nancy would say, and not Miss Nancy of the Farmer’s Market, not Miss Nancy the former Mayor and not my brother’s wife: I can see Elaine, and Elaine and Steve and Kate and Steve (Dr. Steve) and Neilson and Eric (on his bike) and Elizabeth and Jaime and Norzin (I introduced to Elaine and Elizabeth…
I reprinted my comment that was deleted from PAW that the new commissioners from Palo Alto Forward are like ring girls at a boxing match, and found a screen
edit to add, early monday, at Peet’s MP Safeway:
my latest nickname for Palo Alto Forward has morphed from Palo Alto For War to Palo Alto Goddam:
while we bicker over how much profit to offer to the gods of Mammon, children die needlessly
(to ER, NB, EU and then KH– I also published a play on the Nina Simone lyric, about Buena Vista, Downtown cap and the suicide cluster)
Subdural pacino bleeding
PANIC GROWING OVER GOO
LOS ANGELES — An Al Pacino movie broke out in the middle of a concert by the band Chicago, with thousands of fans serving as extras.
Cameras were wheeled onstage during intermission of the group’s show at the Greek Theatre on Friday night to film a scene from Pacino’s upcoming movie “Imagine,” in which he plays aging rock star Danny Collins.
With coaching from the director, the crowd chanted the name of Pacino’s character as the 73-year-old actor walked on stage to sing “Hey Baby Doll” in a black suit. The movie co-stars Michael Caine, Annette Bening and Jennifer Garner.
and:
I think Dan Ausmussens account of the goo killing birds here in real life (!) is similar to the movie “The Host” by Bong Joon Ho, which means pretty soon we will have a monster, not Ed Lee or Ron Conway, jump out of the Bay and start ravaging people.
Meanwhile I shot (with a camera, although a friendly bystander or enabler provided the flash) the Tom Parkinson plaque on Addison, part of Berkeley Poetry Walk installation.
This whole farrago starting to sound like Brock Clarke novel.
How can Birdman and The Humbling (not Danny Collins) both have the stars being locked out of their dressing rooms in their tighty whitey’s and fake suicide with guns, and literary reference — one with Ray Carver the other with Philip Roth.
Simon’s (Pacino) extraordinary dressing room soliloquy, during which he makes the first of the film’s many references to “King Lear,” is followed by a sequence eerily similar to a scene in “Birdman,” in which the main character accidentally locks himself out of his dressing room and has to convince disbelieving theater personnel that he is who he says he is. Not long after making it to the stage, Simon makes a suicidal dive into the orchestra pit that lands him a 30-day stay in a psychiatric hospital.
The Humbling based on 2009 book by Roth, reviewed in the Times then by Kathryn Harrison, best known for her book “While They Slept” about a Medford, OR case about a teenager bludgeoning his parents with an aluminum baseball bat, if that somehow fits here.
As my former purchase and one-time lunch partner (via Matt Gonzalez, at Just For You, a whiles back, such that it is no longer off the record, just off my rocker) would say:
I’m so confused. (Jonathan Richman, see below)
and worse: I used to confuse Al Pacino with Bob Dinero.
and: wish I had made this a tribute to Ernie Banks instead: let’s play two or make two movies on the same two or three gags.
and: we caught the large-headed end of “Biloxi Blues” on cable, wow! Neil Simon.
Kay Kosty at Angelica’s in RWC soonly.
This is worse than 3-dot. This is pixelated. Shotgun blast. Scattershot. Birdshot.
even oddlier this is a tribute to Jeff Golub, and his 2011 cd “The Three Kings” that featured my former client Henry Butler and was referenced indirectly today in The Times. He died of PSP, progressive supranuclear palsy.
I get Jeff Golub mixed up with Jeff Lorber.
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Tagged al pacino, ernie banks, jeff golub
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Ben Goldberg Orphic hit with 9 musicians at YBCA
Ben Goldberg and I spoke briefly the other day about his upcoming hit at YBCA, and he emphasized that this is the only live performance of a project with a new cd he recorded and his releasing Orphic Machine, featuring these nine players:
Carla Kihlstedt, violin and voice
Greg Cohen, bass
Kenny Wollesen, vibraphone
Ron Miles, trumpet
Ches Smith, drums
Nels Cline, guitar
Rob Sudduth, tenor saxophone
Myra Melford, piano
Ben Goldberg, clarinets
More on his site. More hopefully here, and better, later. Thanks again Ben for supporting Taylor Ho Bynum here in September, at Lytton Plaza, I have photo evidence. He say:
Orphic Machine was my biggest compositional project to date. I wrote around the clock for four months, completing a song cycle of ten movements, scored for nine musicians
The YBCA Yerba Buena Center Arts website is very confusing about this but he said Myra Melford artist in residence curated the music series which also has Henry Threadgill and Jenny Scheinman, and Matana Roberts on the post card we got.
Quote makes me EDITA that I libbed both Clockers the Richard Price 1992 novel and on DVD Spike Lee joint.
edit to add: the cd was reviewed by Nate Chinen in New York Times on April 28, 2015:
The high degree of difficulty on “Orphic Machine,” an enveloping new album by the clarinetist Ben Goldberg, has little to do with the formal intricacy or catalytic chemistry in his music.
The challenge comes from Mr. Goldberg’s inspiration for the album: “Summa Lyrica: A Primer of the Commonplaces in Speculative Poetics,” a book-length essay by Allen Grossman.
An influential work of poetic theory ever since its publication more than 20 years ago, it’s hardly a natural candidate for a musical adaptation. But Mr. Goldberg, who had Mr. Grossman as an undergraduate professor in the late-’70s, brings a light touch and a soulful ear. There’s little that rings emotionally heavy here, even though Mr. Grossman’s death last year at 82 imparts a whiff of elegy to this music.
Mr. Goldberg marshals some of the sharpest improvisers on the scene into a dynamic orchestra. Carla Kihlstedt, his fellow member of the style-blending chamber group Tin Hat, takes center stage through most of “Orphic Machine,” singing verses excerpted from the original text. That it works so bewitchingly is a testament to Ms. Kihlstedt’s coolheaded, unflashy singing, and to Mr. Goldberg’s graceful way with a melody. On “Immortality,” they even bring a sly sensuality to the first line of Mr. Grossman’s argument: “The function of poetry is to obtain for everybody one kind of success at the limits of the autonomy of the will.” (Yes, somehow it works.)
Ben Goldberg (clarinet) with Taylor Ho Bynum, earthwise productions at Lytton Plaza, fall, 2014:

edit to add, four years later, Taylor Ho Bynum comment on that little show at Lytton: although this post is before that:
In Palo Alto I had a fantastic time duetting in the plaza with the clarinetist Ben Goldberg, wild abstractions with echoes of Rex Stewart and Barney Bigard, harkening back to busking days long past. Our first time playing together but hopefully not our last, I felt an immediate aesthetic connection. The night before, another wonderful first time duo, with pianist Myra Melford. (I’ve played in her quartet in the past, but this was the first one-on-one.) She is a player of such strength and sensitivity, it was a real pleasure. I’ve been so lucky with the music across the board; every concert has been both inspiring and unique, each collaborator has given me something special, I am truly grateful.
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Tagged ben goldberg, orphic machine, taylor ho bynum, yerba buena
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John Ellis LA-story w. Don Ellis ‘Whiplash’

My former client John Axson Ellis teaching Los Angeles area jazz futures via the Monk Institute and residency spring 2014 at art center
Go, John! I didn’t realize.
Caveat: “hundreds” of recording credits is a big of a stretch: All Music Guide lists 138 credits which is closer to 42 sessions, still pretty busy dude, because that includes up to 5 each on his own cd- sax, clarinet, primary artist, composer. Actually John plays at least eight instruments: tenor, soprano, flute, bass clarinet, keys, that weird plastic toy thingy, ocarina, vocals.
Donny McCaslin meanwhile has 291 credits by that standard.
The internal search functions recommended this after I read an article about “Whiplash” the movie, which includes a cue drop from the Don Ellis performance of that Hank Levy song: John is not Don is not Dave or David. But has mos def carved out his niche (and Mos Def sang with him).
posted to site KCET by dude from Monk Inst
adn1:
The movie about Jazz “Whiplash” named for a Hank Levy (sax, composer) song, as performed by Don Ellis, back in the day:
Jim Newton pen James Newton flute
Wah hoo wah not wah-who-cares? to Jim Newton the former Paly Campanile Editor, The Dartmouth publisher, James Reston intern and LA Times editorialist and his new job teaching or reaching at UCLA, our tax dollars at work (although I still like him as a Dartmouth trustee someday, taking the David Shipler tap — and how is that for a lead, editor?)
Minght I humbly suggest a collaboration with James Newton the flutist, also at UCLA, at the Herb Alpert School?
Last saw Jim — and his parents, and wifey, I think — at Fox Theatre Redwood City on panel with Leon Panette with whom he wrote a book. Prior to that he was with Kamala Harris the next Senator from California, on a book tour about Ike.
The Fourth Estate has taken a beating but we are down but not out.
Do you still have that little label pin of “Santa Claus”?
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Tagged james newton, jim newton, kamala harris, santa claus
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Eartha Kitt as Catwoman w. Rene Marie ‘Lift Every Voice’
(Congrats to Rene Marie, aka Rene Marie Croan and Rene Marie Stevens for Grammy nomination for Motema Records. I met Rene Marie, with Pete Douglas and Reggie Marshall and a lovely pasta dinner in Half Moon Bay a few years ago, and then tried to deliver her a white paper on artist management, at SFO which was like the Neil Simon line “linguini? now it’s GAR-bage!!” although Reggie said it was “pretty good”. I think I also spied a video of Rene and her son, but not sure if it is the son who went to Stanford. You go, Ms! either way. She is up there with Sharon Jones as people wanting to take it back!!! As in, don’t take it, take it back!!)
Terry and I at Cantor lecture imagining dinner
(I will have to update this and despite how it looks –and the vagaries of my handheld — we liked Alyson Shotz and her presentation and did not day dream about dinner. And that is not Terry and I in a 2-selfie but Alison Gass one L and an i and Alyson passing in front of her; I have an even worse or more faux naive shot of them, with a lady in front of me, another artist in residence I gather, obscuring them. I think that was Paul Berg the Nobel laureate sitting behind me, for part of the lecture, had a hand in Shotz installation at a Med School building, my next stop, to see it, for real).







