Good on Gail Dobson fierce mom

I was writing about my own mother which, in trying to find Matt Hanks email address, flashed to this, from 2006. And by the way Sasha and Norah have a project coming soon to GAMH I noticed at the Bill Frisell “side man” show:

Hi Mark,
> Thank you so much for writing to me.
> i’d love to meet you one day.
> i’m so blessed to have my wonderful family which
> includes my 2 older
> children from my first marriage to pianist George
> Muribus, my 4
> grandchildren, and then my Smith jr. and Sasha. I’m
> very very proud of
> Smith Jr. and Sasha for their passion and love of
> the music that they
> shared so intimately with their great Dad. Every
> time I play with Smith
> Jr. also called Smith V (the fifth generation of
> that great name Smith
> Weed Dobson), and hear Sasha’s beautiful voice, my
> heart bursts with
> love and pride. I’m a fierce Mom, huh!
> Our hearts still ache every day missing Smith, but
> it’s getting better,
> slowly.
> i’m not sure what article Rachel Metz wrote about
> Sasha. Could you send
> me a copy?
>
> Best and blessings,
> gail

S ibbledy boppidy bee-bop, dee wah-wah-wah.” It would be gibberish to some, but to 23-year-old jazz singer and teacher Sasha Dobson it’s scatting, her second language. “You’re making up a melody over the chord changes of a song. A lot of it has to do with harmonics and music and stuff, but it also has to do with being creative and being in the moment,” Dobson said, describing the skill for the uninitiated. Locals can see for themselves when Dobson performs on Wednesday at Campbell Recital Hall, as part of the Stanford Jazz Festival. Joining her will be her mother, vocalist Gail Dobson, and her brother, Smith Dobson, Jr., a drummer, tenor saxophonist and vibraphonist. Dobson also intends to honor her mother at the concert in honor of her birthday. The performance is appropriately entitled “Homecoming,” a fitting name since Dobson first attended the Stanford Jazz Workshop as a 12-year-old student. Today, the 23-year-old musician is one of the youngest teachers at this summer’s Stanford Jazz Workshop, where she’s instructing two musicianship classes, two combo classes, and one master class for vocalists. “I definitely enjoyed being a student here and now I’m kind of honored to be a part of it. You take it all for granted when you’re living it,” Dobson said. In her own classes, Dobson helps students learn vocal warm-ups, work on their scatting techniques, maintain their focus and learn how to deal with stage fright. “Some of (my students) have been singing jazz for a while and some of them have never even heard a jazz record, but they’re so open,” Dobson said. The dozen years Dobson has spent perfecting her talents as a jazz vocalist have served her well. Her grace, throw-back style and white-knuckled command of the microphone stand are evident in her music, which tweaks jazz standards into moods and melodies all her own. A Santa Cruz native, Dobson grew up singing and dancing alongside her late father, Smith Dobson, a pianist and vocalist; her mother, Gail, and her brother, Smith Jr. “We always had bad luck with babysitters so we just went to the gigs,” Dobson said, explaining how she and her 25-year-old brother got their starts in jazz by following their parents to shows. By age 3, she was grooving to her father’s tunes and by age 5 she began singing. By her eighth birthday she began singing with the Dobson Family Band. Though she sticks mostly to vocals, Dobson plays a little piano, writes some lyrics and wants to begin composing. She grew up at the Stanford Jazz Workshop, helping her parents, who were instructors, and attending classes herself. At the age of 17, Dobson left Santa Cruz and headed to New York City to pursue her goal of singing professionally. For two and a half years, she attended the city’s arts-oriented New School University on a partial scholarship. Dobson left college in 1999, explaining she was “ready to start singing.” “My experience there was finished…It’s so much money; the vocal program there is not that strong,” Dobson said. “I needed to be out singing, experiencing.” She beefed up her skills while living in a small studio in a building subsidized for artists, waiting tables at Dano’s, an upscale restaurant, and spending nights singing at local clubs and bars. “I feel like I have established myself out there locally,” Dobson said. “All the opportunities I had growing up I realized when I was there.” In New York Dobson polished her chops singing an array of jazz standards, about 30 of which she knows off the top of her head and perhaps 100 with which she is well-acquainted. Dobson is trying to learn more, she said, though the creativity scatting brings will remain a large part of her music.

She will also undoubtedly continue to admire and draw from her father’s body of work. A well-known musician, Smith died in May 2001 after falling asleep behind the wheel of his car on the way home from a gig in Palo Alto. “In the last year it’s just been such a journey since my dad died…I’ve incorporated meditation, spirituality and yoga and they’ve helped me get through life in the hardest times,” Dobson said. A scholarship named for Smith was established last year by the Stanford Jazz Workshop. It is awarded to a student between the age of 12 and 17, and includes full tuition. Since her father’s death, Dobson has recorded her first album, “Detour Ahead,” which will be released within the next month on Small Records, a New York-based label. Two of the arrangements on the album were written by her father. Dobson has spent the past two summers teaching jazz vocals at Camp Heartwick in Oneonta, N.Y. Eventually, she would like to get her master’s degree in music. In the meantime, she will keep playing music with her brother and would like to continue working with the Stanford Jazz Workshop. “I plan to move back here and settle down; (but) probably not for like 10 years,” Dobson said with a laugh.

Who: The Sasha Dobson Group, presented by the Stanford Jazz Festival.

Rachel Metz was the second of three Metzi to work with Earthwise having performed as Babysitters Club and also some miscellaneous promotional work; we saw Cat Power at BOTH; don't see as much these days: good story on Sasha

Rachel Metz was the second of three Metzi to work with Earthwise having performed as Babysitters Club and also some miscellaneous promotional work; we saw Cat Power at BOTH; don’t see as much these days: good story on Sasha

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Rob Burger w. Jordan Burgess

Rob Burger key player

Rob Burger key player

Jordan Burger is Vienna Teng’s agent, Vienna who went to Stanford under the name Cynthia Shih. Jordan Burgess is a volleyball player who did something good 800 times, according to the Daily.

Rob Burger played Cubberley and other Earthwise events, especially as Tin Hat Trio. He gave me a demo tape for Tin Hat when it was called Masopust.

He also plays on Tracy Champman “our bright future” which may or may not be the genesis of my near-band-experience called One Day Vacation.

Stanford vb Jordan Burgess courtesy of Stanford Daily and the number 800

Stanford vb Jordan Burgess courtesy of Stanford Daily and the number 800

i've never worked with Vienna Teng but made two flyers for or about her, and flew with her to L.A. once

i’ve never worked with Vienna Teng but made two flyers for or about her, and flew with her to L.A. once

edit to add, late night: this could be it’s own item but One Day Vacation is a Tracy Chapman lyric from “Bright New Future” and “Save Us All” (my god is a very big god) in that I auditioned for a two person band with an elder (90 years old to my forty-something) she on piano and me on vocals, maybe just doing Tracy Chapman songs arranged so. We met up at agreed upon time at Oak Creek club house but I did not last thru the first song. Apparently they were writing songs of love but not for me. I could not hear a half step between “not” and “for” or “me”. At least not in that key, right? Aight? Earlier my mother Barbara Weiss and I had gone to see Carey Perloff ACT play “Higher” world premier at Moscone Center not Geary Street, as Carey’s guests, and were seated next to Tracy Chapman and Alice Walker. Tracy was very sweet about yielding to an elder, which seemed to annoy Alice a wee bit since she had gone out ahead of us and then my mom was moving somewhat slow, such that Alice was standing outside the venue for an awkwardly long time. Tracy looked back to see us off before ducking over the hills back toward Mission. Earlier we were in line for a cookie behind Tracy and I could not help talk to her about “Passing Strange” by my former client Mark “Stew” Stewart, because I had discussed same with Carey during the time Tracy had a song in a ACT show by Athol Fugard I saw although I keep botching the name: Blood Knot versus Bloodlines. Tracy corrected me. On the way home — and by the way the only reason or the main reason I went with Moms to this event was that my parents and their driver could not find the venue to see “Higher” the first time, and I knew Mom knew Carey slightly and Carey would want Barbara to see this — we played a Tracy Chapman cd I had borrowed from library and when that song came on my Mom started slapping her thighs along to the rhythm. Some people theorize and even make movies about music and Alzheimers. I even fantasized that Tracy Chapman would come to my parents’ condo and play for Barbara and maybe cure her. One day. Vacation.

the lyric is about two minutes in. I will send this to Carey and maybe Tracy or at least Rob as a type of prayer:tracy chapman’s one day vacation in palo alto

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Mike Tubbs from Stanford Stockton is 22 legit

copyright nono candidate yesyes

copyright nono candidate yesyes

Kudos to the filmmakers who told the story of Michael Tubbs, the young Stanford grad elected to Stockton City Council District 6.

I saw this at the UNAFF at Stanford. I bought a pass for $180 in hopes that I can take some time off the campaign trail to think about larger issues than the myopic.

(I first met Jasmina Bojic when she called Earthwise in January, 1998 to ask for a comp to see Train, we recalled tonight).

MC Hammer has a cameo in the film, or played a role in Tubbs getting in. Which had me worry a little about what Tubbs had to trade for his success. But I will give him benefit of the doubt.

Michael Tubbs is 2L. 2 Legit. 22 legit. Don’t quit.

edit to add: I sent a Mark Weiss for Palo Alto Council envoy to Stockton Monday October 28 to rendezvous with District 6 Michael Tubbs staff and hope to exchange consciousness with the young statesman as soon as plausible, as karma katch for the Palo Alto reform bid, all around sure enough do you feel like I feel, as Frampton might say. 22 legit not 23 skidoo my brother

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Happy travels Patience Young

Patience Young and Jeannete Smith Laws and Nash, sounds like a rock group, but not quite elemental earth wind fire

Patience Young and Jeannete Smith Laws and Nash, sounds like a rock group, but not quite elemental earth wind fire

I met Patience Young, for real, at the soft opening of the Windhoever, Stanford’s answer to the Rothko Chapel of Houston, this one also an homage to Nathan Oliveira (Joey’s dad) and his famous Acoma Hawk (long way from Cochiti turf, still flying, good omen).

My understanding is that between that day at Windhoever and today (i.e. infinite forever) there was some music, approaching but never quite reaching Motown in its heyday and Keta Bill with Big Bang Beat Zasu Pitts.

Here is photo of Patience Young, twenty five years at Cantor Museum and Jeannette Smith Laws, a longtime dean.

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Weiss w. Godfrey

I have three minutes between appointments here at the former Earth

edit to add 10 hours later:

I ran into Terry Godfrey (and family) and told her (them) that I am endorsing her for PAUSD board. As a Gunn alum, I think Terry, along with Ken Dauber has the skill set and background to help restore our schools to their historic excellence, working with Max McGee new Supe, Denise Herrman, new Gunn principal and current board especially Melissa Baten Caswell, my Dartmouth classmate, and Camille Townsend, a friend and type of mentor and inspiration, who says she is voting for me if not endorsing per se (?!)

I spoke of Danilo Perez, the Panamanian cultural ambassador who played a memorable concert at Cubberley for Earthwise in 2000 and did an even better clinic for middle school students thru Music for Minors in Redwood City. Tell you what: in honor of Terry Godfrey on PAUSD board, let’s bring Danilo Perez back to Palo Alto and this time do some work with PAUSD kids, maybe thru Jason Lewis’ wife, at Gunn.

I met Gina Dalmas on the campaign trail and appreciate her work, but Terry gets the nod, perhaps owing to the work she did with Vic Ojakian, who I am getting to know, like and admire. I did attend a coffee function for and with Gina in Greater Miranda, something I mentioned in passing just today when I saw Karla Kane, Koi and their new baby (name didn’t catch: Kal? Krypton? Kumfurt?)

Somewhere in there Terry emphasized but in a nice way that she is a WASP, duly noted.

Also, I put in a plug for the new LGBTQQ queer and questioning but not for me teen programming at Family and Services on 375 Cambridge, an org for which Gary Kremen, yours totally and the rest of our Friday Dudes from Barron Park crew raised a total of $600 recently.

Good night, moons.

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Vintage Rebecca Erickson clarinet photo

not your great-grandmothers reed music

not your great-grandmothers reed music


Hard to explain for first-time readers how we get from Dartmouth 86-shirt to Korean-Swedish clarinet klezmer, but here is Rebecca Erickson from a few years back (rumor has it she works in social services and haunts the Walker — if you ever see this: here’s $500 commission if you can add syncopation and melody to my “Cherry Pie Colgado” riff, which is just words at this point, and pictures. Serious, man).

My new super stupid (i.e. “smart”) phone will not tell me if my cousin is married to a Florida or a Florida state, but the computer found me this shot, I was looking for a few months back. Ornette)

Have not heard from “Kraky” but gained material with Ben Goldberg thanks to my “Taylor Ho!” shindig and bike ride.

Beth Custer gratuitous photo post here: has part of a commission in her bank and her left brain-thingy.

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Titans 12, ‘Tino 0

This beautiful touchdown run celebration was arbitrarily disavowed by corrupt officials, methinks

This beautiful touchdown run celebration was arbitrarily disavowed by corrupt officials, methinks

I had to leave the Gunn football game early, having purchased tickets to hear CIA director Leon Panetta (whose book is co-written by Jim Newton, my editor at The Dartmouth) back in Redwood City purportedly same start time. But Gods smiled on me sort of in that kickoff in Cupertino was 6:30 so I saw a half.

Nozo Imanaki had a 90 yard run to break the ice. It was his sixth by my count touchdown of 20 or more yards. Titans, 6, Cupertino Pioneers, 0.

Then Max Chiew #25 burst thru the line for what looked from our vantage point as Gunn 12, ‘Tino 0. I took this photo:

(Matt Maltz, my former Terman teammate and Gunn classmate 1982 was supposed to text me bad news and call with good, but I saw in the Daily news that in this time-space-continuum it is going down officially, compared to Plastic Alto, as Cupertino over Gunn, 14-6)

On the sidelines with various prosthetic healing devices: Sam Rothstein, hand; Forrest Bubba Larson, lower leg;

A young man I think named Gong (#55) made a nice tackle just as a asked his dad: “you son back in there yet?”

I sat with Phil Bibo, my classmate and descendant from landsmen staking claim to parts of Enchanted New Mexico, just as Jared Bibo (#30) made a steady gain on a pass from Noah Riley.

I saw Greg Barber trolling the sidelines sifting for clues and stirring up gris-gris. He was also seen consulting with the voodoo queen the other night at NoLa’s. Come for the Sudduth, stay for the hub-cap burger, add Tabasco to taste.

I had meant to get there early enough to ask Shinichi Hirano to call me with results.

Another beautiful night in Valley of Hearts Delight.

The cheerleaders (of GHS to our HMG) stacked nicely. And hopefully everyone got back to their respective feathered nests nicely.

Did I mention I saw an acoma hawk as I walked Esther Clark park near the former Juana Briones site?

Did I mention that Joe Oliveira a former backup Terman Tiger quarterback, to Phil Wessells on the B-team flag team circa 1978, endorsed Mark Weiss for City Council although while at the game and in coverage I tend to keep my milk and meat separados.

Mrs. Anderson, Sara’s mom (i.e. Dartmouth 1988P) said hi. Mrs. Kenyon said “go grateful dead” and that her son was voting for me. I said I’d email Sara. Nice lady, works in admin at private school in SF. “Hi, Sara”.

Dartmouth going to win today. Dartmouth has to win today. As the backs and years go tearing by.

oh, i also texted Stephanie Savides Gunn 1983 and my former Fremont Hills playground playmate thusly: Congrats Sami Andrew 6-0, 6-1 over Sequoia number 1 singles. Will tell Dartmouth “lookout” Mark Weiss Gunn 1982 Dartmouth 86 titans boys #13 singles i.e. jv

And the Daily News says Gunn blanked Homestead 12-0 in ladies Water Polo a rare feat!

Gods smiling on us indeedy.

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Dartmouth’s in town again

Thirty-two years later my 86 Shirt fits pretty well

Thirty-two years later my 86 Shirt fits pretty well

Dartmouth plays Holy Cross in Hanover, New Hampshire at 12:30 Eastern time today, Saturday, October 18, 2014 but myself and a group of faithful will huddle at The Patio, also known as Rudy II and Fanny and Alexander’s to watch a mediated version.

edit to add, an hour later:
Gadzooks! ShozBot! Dartmouth- Holy Cross has apparently been bumped by Harvard-Lafayette (?!) so there is no Indian presence here at the Patio, just Briana nursing a cold and longing for East Texas fireflies on a cool fall dusk. James Von Rittman the Dartmouth club events guy should chug. (I left him a voice mail claiming I was in a ruckus with a roomful of Holy Cross types; when I was a freshman and Dartmouth was at Harvard we were told than any two Dartmouth me could whup any three Harvardians, accept at the hockey dorm; Bob Anderson and I — Sarah’s dad, a ’62, had a nice chat about “tradition” if that makes wearing my Ol’ 86 worth the trouble.)

For what its worth I like Tennessee and 17 against Ole Miss in honor of Charlie Young ’88. And the Tar Heels over the YellowJackets, and Mizzou over Florida even if that starts a fight between my cousins RyMo and his sister Jen (who is from Missouri, shook her pompons at Vandy, settled in Atlanta, but is married to a Floridian but truth be told I forget who are Seminoles and who are Gators, so this, like sitting at 10:15 on a Saturday by myself in an empty sports bar, may be moot or at least mooted.

Jah bless. Shabbat shalom. Or in this case, for RW: Shozbot shalom.

edit to add, miles to go before I sleep: Dartmouth hung on to win 24-21 in what must have been a humdinger. James of the Dartmouth Club called back to explain that the event was cancelled because only 2 people RSVP’d. But the lone Crusader and myself had a nice long chat on football and fatherhood and head injury and I bought him a beef binh ma from Miss Tam (but not Tram, although I did leave a voice mail for Dao Strom) and he owes me that plus one on the account of our gentleman’s bet on this game. Meanwhile, although Stanford lost (without Cajuste), I picked winners in Mizzou and Tar Heels (although looks like Ole Miss Butch Make It Look EZ covered against the Vols).

Jim Mahon and Mark Weiss Palo Alto and ex-Worcesterites, 2014 slefies

Jim Mahon and Mark Weiss Palo Alto and ex-Worcesterites, 2014 slefies

My man the former Holy Cross linebacker reminded me of a detective from Jonathan Lethem Motherless Brooklyn and or Sam Spade (but not the Bogie version) and most importantly the Continental Op. He’s James Mahon the San Bruno based attorney I hope he does not mind me blowing his cover. See ya around, Jim! Good story about epidemiology. We could have taped that whole thing for a “My Dinner with Andre” type thing.

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Bat McCoomb hey hey

I don’t know her but would like to manage Carol McCoomb in an Is mutants tribute, Brazilian blue grass or some Thing.

Meanwhile Frank Ford who obligato kindly endorse and I am not a quid pro quo playa shot the deputy me with a decent sounding ukelele whochs reminds also flea street las pulgas from Hawaii.

Ukes not Nukes bra.

How many projects that?

Howzit

And how

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Teddy Franco and Terry Acebo

posted to pulse

esther and teddy just like old times courtesy victoria pulse

esther and teddy just like old times courtesy victoria pulse

I am fit to serve in leadership as Palo Alto City Council or ARB member, but Terry wanted me to take her to dinner so we blew off chance to meet Teddy.

so it goes.

I know Michael Wolff slightly so it was weird to watch his son play “teddy” in the Palo alto movie.

read my spoof about the Franco’s and “420 Cambridge”

edit to add, three days later:
blogger and poltical ingenue Victoria Thorpe called my 100 word proposed post “incoherent and irrelevant” and deleted rather than let her three readers or her puppet master decide for selfs. This, while far from explicating, colors between the lines a wee bit (and yes I admit I spelled the jazz pianist incorrectly; also, Val Kilmer’s son plays “Teddy’ while Michael’s son plays “James known as Teddy”.

From the Huff:
Nat Wolff is about to become the breakout star of the summer. The 19-year-old actor not only stars in the film adaptation of John Green’s best-selling young adult novel “The Fault In Our Stars,” he’s the main reason why you should see “Palo Alto,” the new movie based on James Franco’s “Palo Alto: Stories” and directed by Gia Coppola. In the film, which focuses on a group of rebellious high school kids in an urban town, Wolff plays Fred, a slightly psychotic teenager who tends to bring out the worst in his best friend Teddy, played by Jack Kilmer.

The son of jazz pianist Michael Wolff and actress Polly Draper, the actor got his start starring on the Nickelodeon show “The Naked Brothers Band” with younger brother, Alex. While still balancing his music career, Wolff has explored his passion for acting, starring in films such as “Stuck In Love” and “Admission.” He’s also set to play the lead role in John Green’s other book-turned-movie, “Paper Towns.”

Even weirderly, this doo hickey wants to change my girlfriend’s name for me. (and it wants to change weirdly and foohicky)

When I went in to see Dennis Burns about the jew-baiting scenario, he asked me how I feel and I said “bewitched, beguiled and bewildered, it’s a song”. Thank you cancan to my padre.

That feels a lot better, right?

and further: Terry and I caught up with poet laureate without portfolio of San Luis Obisbo, Don Wallis born in ’46 to my ’64; the first thing I told him was that what we have in common was that the Cards won the first series in both years.

I guess John Berryman “Dream Songs” is incoherent if that last book you read was Good Night Moon and not Good Night Mother. Isn’tit pretty? Acerb Ace Aced Aces indeedy. Or are you only allowed one “indeedy” per month?

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