Okay I admit I didn’t recognize the new Spoon song as a new Spoon song, but I knew I knew that voice somewhere.
Meanwhile I am tripping on Errol Morris “Unknown Known” although in this case Spoon was a known unknown.
Okay I admit I didn’t recognize the new Spoon song as a new Spoon song, but I knew I knew that voice somewhere.
Meanwhile I am tripping on Errol Morris “Unknown Known” although in this case Spoon was a known unknown.
This is pretty scrambled, but:
lefsetz mentions something about jian ghomeshi and tom petty
jian ghomeshi, as part of moxy fruvous, did an earthwise show, that is to say, I organized the show, although it was a free show at Stanford Tresidder, about 1999.
The link is to, randomly enough, or not, a play on “green eggs and ham”.
Meanwhile, and this might be an outlier, the Geisel estate made a huge gift to Dartmouth who in term renamed the med school for him. (Which I once mocked as Red Pill Blue Pill)
I also recently was reading, for first time, Paul Celan, and went to Palo Alto Childrens Theatre “Seussical” to try to further a thought-exercise I was calling Red Fish Blue Fish (something that rhymes with “red”) Fish (something that rhymes with blue) Fish. Think: Holocaust.
So maybe Jian Ghomeshi, Tom Petty, the journalist musician in Brooklyn or Wisconsin who records for Tzadik (John Zorn) and I exchanged emails with, will also combine on something that looks at our darkest years with a new light. I mean Dan Kaufman of Barbez.
Check back.
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Kudos to Winter Dellenbach for her compassion and diligence and tenacity here.
Shame on local leadership — Council, commissioners and staff — for not doing more to broker a deal along the lines that Winter indicates. I would think converting the park from a group of disorganized renters to an HOA would entail a significant improvement to the site from a physical standpoint.
I thought it notable and slightly confounding that there was disconnect and dissonance between the referendum at Maybell and the defense of our neighbors at Buena Vista. I would think in both cases the principle is stopping greedy interests acting in their own interests but adverse to everybody else. People I like and respect were For D AND passionate about saving the park, for instance — Nancy Krop comes to mind. And there are plenty of Against D who haven’t said boo about BV.
The deal offered Jisser would be a reasonable profit for him. Why he is entitled to maximize his profit, especially given the externalities?
It is notable that GS reports that Palo Alto Housing Corp would have worked with Prometheus to develop the property but have not apparently figured out a way to help the BV residents organize and defend or buy their homes.
This is another good litmus test for the upcoming Palo Alto City Council candidates.
By the way I think discourse would be improved considerably if more than 5 of the first 55 posters here would do so under their full names.
Lastly, is there someone living at BV who wants to step up and run for Council? We need more residentialist and opposition candidates.
By the way, is it time for a Rent Board or Tenants Union here and not just a pro-landlord “mandatory mediation process”?
SOPRANO SAXOPHONIST Steve Lacy, with Jean-Jacques Avenel, string bass, and John Betsch, drums – a “free jazz” ensemble – performed exquisite and innovative chamber music for the Bach Dancing & Dynamite Society in the Pete Douglas Beach House at Miramar on Sunday.
Lacy, a New Yorker, came on the jazz scene in the early 1950s, a soprano sax era dominated by the classic New Orleans stylist Sidney Bechet. Although Lacy did play clarinet, then soprano, in many Dixieland groups, his distinctive sax sound, thematic structures and improvisations bore more resemblance to such swing-era giants as Lester Young and Willie Smith.
He eschewed Bechet’s broad vibrato but still occasionally growls out a note, as did Bechet. Lacy’s is a strong, clear and flexible horn sound – a recognizable style on his recordings made in 1957-58, before John Coltrane was playing the soprano. It was at an Apollo Theater band-battle that ‘Trane heard Lacy playing soprano with Thelonious Monk and soon took up the instrument himself.
In those years, Lacy also recorded and played with composer-pianists Cecil Taylor and Gil Evans and others who were moving into “free jazz.” He stayed in the New York area, playing and recording until the 1960s when he toured South America, then Europe. After a stay in Italy, he moved to Paris, where he has lived for 27 years.
The Douglas Beach House is a perfect home for chamber music, whether Monk or Mozart. Lacy’s pure, strong tones carry beautifully through the 200-seat room with no need for amplification and Avenel’s resonant string bass sounds, whether bowed or plucked, melodic or rhythmic, are projected with clarity and richness.
On this 30-concert tour, Lacy is using no pianist, although he still includes Monk tunes in a performance. On his original compositions like “The Door,” or “The Rent,” Lacy regularly refers – in his jagged rhythmic patterns – to Monk.
Drummer Betsch, a Floridian who has lived in Versailles for many years, plays with the same taste and finesse as Lacy and Avenel. He is first an ensemble participant – a
“team player,” if you will – and then a soloist. So cohesive is the trio’s overall sound that solos come and go unobtrusively throughout a selection without affecting the flow of the performance.
Lacy mentioned that it is Monk’s use of space that most affected his own writing and playing. Lacy’s compositions are clearly defined from the first notes, even when those notes may be on Avenel’s bass. Dynamics are carefully balanced, the expansion of a simple melodic theme reveals fascinating innovations on all three instruments and soon a listener feels like a member of the crew on this musical voyage.
Perhaps the most fascinating work performed came in Sunday’s second set. Avenel began playing an African theme, rolling rhythmic figures on a thumb-piano, with the drums – gradually increasing volume – developing contrasting rhythmic patterns in support. As Lacy’s soprano sax entered, wailing minor-key expressions, Avenel shifted to string bass, alternating rhythmic patterns and explosions with Betsch’s drums.
This is chamber jazz at its best, in heaven.
(by Phil Elwood, in the Chron, about Steve at Pete’s, unearthed and Plasticized by Mark Weiss with a little help from the search-injuns and Eric Hanson)
Sunday afternoon consists of watching Tim Lincecum struggle with the Marlins — it’s 2-2 in the third as I commence — while posting a fairly mindless little ditty, comprising for the most part 21 images I managed to move from my Smarty Pants Cellphone camera to blog, and a few tossed off interstitial ideas or linkages, not unlike sausage casing
2. Rodin
Saturday started with Terry driving to Ferry Building SF so as to catch Jerry Hannan and other guests on West Coast Live, the long-running and unique talk and performance show, hosted and produced by Sedge Thompson who married a little blond haired girl from Mrs. Creighton’s 6th grade class, Sylvia Brownrigg, sometimes also known by the non de plume Juliet Bell. Probably merits it’s own post, excepting the fact that I was sensitive about not disturbing the event by using my camera — I still don’t know how it decides when or when not to flash. I snapped this image of Claes Oldenberg’s Cupid’s Span en route, probably already listening to the show, which is a fun part of WCL, that there is a sort of reward for your tardiness.
We rushed back from the City to catch our friends Natalie and Nicole Hong doing a recital of classical, opera and folk singing, at All Saints Church on Waverley (the one with the labyrinth, which reminds me: been a long time since I did the stroll). Parents Paul and E.J. Hong surely have never been prouder; again, probably deserves it’s own post. Check back for that.

Natalie Hong, a Gunn grad off to major in Engineering but minor in music, at Carnegie Mellon, and sister Nicole, at her Senior Recital, Palo Alto, July 19, 2014
Not far at all from All Saints is Walgreen’s at Bryant and Uni, where Theranos, a $9 Billion valuation pre-IPO health care company, helmed by a 30-year-old Stanford dropout Elizabeth Holmes, beta-tests in diagnosis products: that is pretty boring, I admit, going downtown to shoot a drug store counter. Holmes was also on the cover of Forturne Magazine two weeks ago. I inadvertently told people that it was a $30 billion company started by a nine-year-old.
Actually, as I write this — Monday morning, Linceum lost, by the way, and I ended up seeing only 9 pitches, not that each pitch is not a mini-masterpiece — an Elizabeth Holmes-type comes into Peet’s on Uni and a do a bit of a double-take and try not to stare, and then shoot this photo of her (the non-Holmes, I presume; Elizabeth is known for wearing all-black, and is probably too busy to relax at Peet’s, on a Monday). She leaves before I finish posting. The guy sharing the table with her remains– I’m guessing they are not together.
In theory I could do nothing but take cellphone photos of Downtown Palo Alto and post them to WordPress, and see how high I can elevate that form, which is a step above writing reactions to other media — I do a lot of that — or posting too many screen-captures from tv. I am meaning to re-read Winesburg, Ohio at any rate.
Friday evening I saw the media crew setting up to document what is at least the third appearance at Lytton Plaza by a group of 11-year-old rockers, sometimes a trio — their name indicates — and sometimes a duo, of the core singer and guitar player. Meanwhile Lytton regular Skee was cranking away on guitar; he yielded to the kids, then plugged back in with a band at the “bandstand” (near the bike racks). The kids tend to play on a diagonal angle, facing the bench along the fountain, or midway between where buskers play and the “bandstand”.
My understanding is that the guitar player’s father is a successful investor, in the medical devices segment, with office space and real estate investments downtown. And as someone who caught Norah Jones’s first show in the Bay Area and was told “she’s Ravi Shankar’s daughter, but don’t tell anybody” I don’t feel that bad assessing the band by gleaning tidbits of intelligence about their parents. I enjoy hearing them play and slowly the indie-rock favorite work their magic and displace my jaundice. I love Green Day, frinstance, and was psyched that they do a Nina Simone song. (The one that is also in the movie about the French cripple and his street-wise aid). Also, one of these days I need to post Hershel Yatovitz in 1976 playing a Bar Mitzvah, or sitting in at least; Hershel who plays Mountain Winery next week as Chris Isaak’s guitarist.
This is Skee. I have his card somewhere. Palo Alto Police once ticketed him for blocking the alley while he loaded out his gear. (And they ticketed me one night for blocking the taxi stand, although I had already returned to move my car before they started writing it).
This is one of at least five members of the media crew that documents the young band; she’s fairly young herself, maybe his sister or cousin? (most of the other media workers are twenty-something and have other media credits, I’ve learned; nice gear certainly)
I’m deliberately not referring to the band by their name; partially because their name is weak; they need a better name — not that I would approach them and offer suggestions and I certainly doubt they read Plastic Alto. One of these days I, especially if I write about them a fourth time, I will give them a pet name. Like Bennie and the Not Yets– BNY.
Meanwhile I am dubbing this guy Boogie Man. My photos do not do justice to his moves, which upstaged Tony Lindsay at Cogswell Plaza Thursday, July 17, 2014. Lindsay was great, or at least very good, although I would say the sound system was weak, a low ball bid and low ball fulfillment, by Pro Audio, which is Kevin Corecky’s firm (local stalwarts, I used once, at the Edge, in 1994). And somewhere I want to debunk or if necessary praise the fact that the artist and this event billed Tony Lindsay as “11-time Grammy winner”. I believe that Carlos Santana may be have won that many Grammy’s, and Lindsay has sang with him as a side-man for many years, and recorded, but I somehow doubt the math there, I must say. Which also reminds me of reading locally something about a senior at Los Altos or St. Francis having a demo produced by someone claiming to work with Elton John and John Mayer and me, the first time I read this, months ago, wanting to suss that out.
Here are three shots of Boogie Man. If I see him around I may ask his name:
It may look like he is standing still here but he is not — which is my homage to Muybridge, 1877.
after 1,200 words and two hours I had to repark the car, from Lime to Corral, and added the remaining 1,000 and 10 more photos:
aquariusMarquee – I saw “Begin Again”, John Carney’s folo to “Once” twice. I thought of the following alternate tag lines to the actual ones posited by Lance:
Keira Flowers (which only works if you know that Adam Levine’s first band was called Kara’s Flowers)
Marooned 10 (which only works if you have heard of Maroon 5 and think Keira Knightly is a 10)
Music Wants to Be Free but We Charge $10 (too many characters)
Where The Ruffalo Foams (which I think of as a Hunter S. Thompson reference although Lance says more generally its “Home on The Range”)
The actual picks: Keira Loses Her Corsets and All the World is a Studio
I would rather see a fictionalized version of Bill Callahan and Cynthia Dall, circa 1995. Sad as it is, but more real.
LanceAquariusWriter
LincecumInDefeat — I caught 9 pitches, numbers 99 thru 108. I thought earlier this season about posting a pitch by pitch Lincecum post, like the Zidane movie by Douglas Gordon or Deadbase.
it would be about 2,000 pitches per season (although reminds me of the book I saw that has virtually every book reference in “The Simpsons”)
paloAltoMosque- The tip of the mosque is visible from nearby Palo Alto Studios — art spaces — on Transfer Street; I am looking forward to the mosque; not many know that the community of Muslims in Palo Alto has a preponderance of Indians. There is also a dance studio going in around the corner.
dougherty — Patrick Dougherty installation of bent reeds and twigs shows some staying power. I prefer this as a landmark, for Palo Alto Art Center and Rinconada Library (new, stupid name, for Palo Alto Main Library). I suggest a big, stupid sign saying BIG STUPID SIGN to what is actually suggested as way-finding, for corner of Newell and Embarcadero. My first choice would be a giant book by Oldenburg, or a soft drum kit. There’s also a set of c-prints of or by Daughtery (check that spelling) at Cubberley, in the room that is often but not always Palo Alto History Association, or, as I often say, three doors down from “The Wave.”
KienzleOuttake — nobody will ever see this less flattering photo of museum director Karen Kienzle, who posed for me the other day in front of the Ehren Tool installation, she spearheaded. I think this shows character.
StrengthTool- As a lagniappe to the 880 ceramic mugs made and installed by Ehren Tool at Palo Alto Art center and his residency, former arts commissioner Paula Kirkeby (my second yiddishe momma) suggested the win-win-win of housing Ehren at Smith-Andersen on Pepper, and bringing him to the printing press, with Kathryn Kain, master printer. There are seven prints on display, two series, one based on the lotto or tarot, the other more like extensions of the mugs. One says “strength” which is how Ehren signs correspondence, a al Dan Rather “courage.” I guess both sets are based on “lotteria” I note the hebrew “beth” which means “house”.
caliSherm — I took a bunch of photos around 385 Sherman where greedy developers want to tear down perfectly fine and fully leased one-story tilt up and build maxed out three story office buidling, with a couple housing units thrown in, more to qualify for some sort of zoning loop hole than because it is a good idea. I waffle about comparing it, in another post, to the Orson Welles character in the Third Man and his famous dismissal of externalities. I am wavering between “Would you really miss some of those dots” to “Would you really miss some of these dot-coms?” I shot this from Cali Ave next to probably the best actualized public art project in history of the program, the triptych of murals by, in order, Chris Johanson, David Huffman and Joey Piziale, the former fastest cornerback on the Paly gridiron team, of his day (and a chilumbicaner-producer in his own way. Bless).
matt – Matt W one summer day not unlike today but forty years ago was a star youth soccer player but he was involved in a car accident coming home from a tournament, spent time in a coma and I was thinking of him, in terms of who is or isn’t earshot to the 385 Sherman racket, when lo and behold her materialized, using a walker, going past Sarah Wallis Park. We are both looking forward to news of our friend AF and his collection of Chilumbicans. Mazel tov. Cue Helen Sung, Anthem for A New Day without explaining why.
SteveCohenStanfordJugglers — Steve and Eric Cohen, and honorary Cohen-clan member Trish, spent a few days last week posing as Stanford affiliates and even passed themselves off as members of the Stanford Juggling Club. I also caught them reuniting at Cool Cafe at Cantor at Stanford (Leland and Pierson Room) with Joey Oliveira, who was their neighbor on or at San Juan Hill for more than 40 years. The picture at the very top shows Joey Oliveira on his way to lunch with Peter Selz the dean of Bay Area modern art critics and curators. They had been, incomprensibly, chased moments earlier from the construction site of the Windhover Contemplative Center; which is like the time I overheard Doris Fisher telling someone by cellphone that, at the installation of Richard Serra “Sequence” at Cantor, she got a parking ticket and “I guess they need the money”, although maybe some of that comes back to us, townies, and we kinda do. Sergeant Steve Savage of Palo Alto’s Finest, meanwhile, on Thursday, at the Boogie Man show, I mean Tony Lindsay, pre-empted a few parking tickets to permit the actual bass player, not the UPS guy, to make his hit on time, plus the Pro Audio truck. Which reminds that I have a decent picture of Russ Cohen, of PAD, at the gig — he was instrumental — like a cheesy hammond — in the rebirth of Brown Bag. And that reference is not “derogatory” it is actually a very hip Steve Lucky reference.
You know a good place for a Palo Alto pick up gig? The piano at Caffe Venetia at historic train station. They have an email address to let them know, or just go and play and run, ala Ruffalo et al in “Begin Again” if the police come. Maybe we can get a grant for PAPD in uniform to come and tickle the keys, as a form of outreach and sensitivity training. We have Olympic badminton players and Dartmouth rugby players on the force, why not Vince Guarldi devotees?
probably not Elizabeth Thomas, speaks for itself
nerdNation — how many hundreds of thousands saw the Youtube version of Stanford Nerd Nation video that runs in a loop at Stanford Bookstore and Emporium?

I have a long riff previously about Jun Tulius lecturing in SF about this Mentawai 35 miles, not 12,000, away
Mentawai and PaloByPalo: how many miles apart are the creators of the Mentawai gibbons at Stanford and the carvers of a wood version of the Palo Alto seal by our brothers and sisters in Palo, Leyte, the Philipines? I would guess less than 5,000. Maybe they can do a spit party and see how closely are their genetics related. I should write Anne Wojcicki and see if she will do this pro bono.
I started by imagining making some kind of crack about Selz, Oliveira et al looking like a re-enactment of Rodin “Burghers of Calais” which actually can be seen, a short walk from the museum and it’s motherlode of his sculptures and the gate, and Thinker. (And held off posting at all until Steve showed me that Joey put photos of the meeting on his social media page).
I caught, for the third time, the young band that performs and creates video content at Lytton Plaza.
A guy I met who moved here from Ivory Coast 20 years ago and has an 11-year-old himself congratulated or gave well-wishes to the young singer’s mother, who accepted the attention with aplomb.
Set list: Knocking on Heaven’s Door, Green Day, Sweet Child of Mine — I didn’t hear any Zep this time. Are they mellowing? Also: Blind Melon sung and probably written by a heroine overdose, but the bumble bee video is probably catnip to 11-year-olds.
edit to add, minutes later: I guess I’m stereotyping to write that Shannon Hoon died of a heroin overdose. It was cocaine, in Houston, at age 28, the day he was supposed to continue on to Tipitinas in New Orleans the big easy. Blind Melon the name is supposedly a Cheech and Chong reference. Their debut album was produced by Rick Parashar who I recall having lunch with once in SF, on the invite of Sybil Vain, a.ka. April Deveraux another Parashar product — I think she was on a bill with Billy Nayer Show at Bottom of the Hill; I remember she wrapped her very long microphone cord around my neck mid-song, which made me blush and I had to take off my fleece jacket, and she stayed on our Earthwise mailing list for awhile but I never worked with her or saw her again, or heard from the band, for that matter. Blind Melon broke slightly before I started really following the scene. I wonder what the bumble bee little girl is up to know – I presume, for example, she is not the mother of the young singer pictured above. Hoon sang back-up on Guns N Roses, btw.
Bleachers released his her or its debut cd on Tuesday, but I just heard about it yesterday or today due to a Kimmel re-run (I was actually taping to capta St. Paul and the Broken Bones or something — I was on a “pauline” riff). I thought the dude singing did look a bit like the dude in fun. It wasn’t until his guitar riff that, like punching the button on The Voice, I popped on my laptop to get the skinny. I’ve had this computer — my actual first, my virgin effort — for about six months now and have not yet downloaded or bought any content, except a download code for Sharon Jones that arrived as a blank. My girfliend (I had to try twice to get that by that bitchthe spellchecker) set up everything and did send me my codes but I never bothered to learn them(you need a code to go to the Apple store, for instance (I wanted to write “itstance” but am tired of fighting). I liked his t-shirt Downtown 4 Democracy – -will have to suss on that. I don’t like his GF that much. Shadedfreud or just a hater, or I’ve potentially met too many Smithies (of that generation). See also Kevin Cadogan, for the fact that it does sound like 3EB and poor Kevin’s solo effort never went as smoothly, so far. I am the poor man’s Christgau. (Better than the poor Christ’s Mangau). So $1.29 is the new .99 is it? Rather than continuing on with ABC coverage of Burning Airlines (that’s a misguided Eno reference) I am going to rewind to “I Wanna Get Better”. I presume the original Fun deal provides for solo projects, in this case on RCA. see also Nathan Fielder (dumb star*ucks) Strange Desire is the new of the set. PS the cap edit to add: weird sign that there might actually be a D-G: mid-solo there was a test of the EBS emergency broadcast system – -which reminds me of the band Elastica — but it deleted my pseudo-cat-pure on fake-tivo. May have to plunk down the $1.29. Now we have Meryl Streep asking me to check my polyps so I don’t feel as bad about my Eno joke. In fact I will link to it (disclosure I used to manage this act and may actually still receive 2.5 or now 1.5 percent of what they get by your streaming, from 2003, there’s so much in life we can’t control, such as colorectal cancer, she say: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ5szyqkAHQ Your best shot is to check for a spot — PSA I am not making this up edita2: that’s 427 words and here’s a lift of another 200 or so: Last night in Brooklyn, the artist Dustin Yellin couldn’t keep his shirt on. That’s probably atypical for a political fund-raiser, but it wasn’t weird — it was Yellin’s place, after all, and he was surrounded by friends. At his Red Hook studio, The Intercourse, a self-described “cultural think-tank-slash-museum school experiment,” a bearded and bespectacled crowd of about 200 paid $50 each to enjoy the borough’s finest ceviche and moonshine, with the proceeds going to the political action committee Downtown 4 Democracy, “an alliance of professionals in the arts and creative media who share a deep commitment to progressive ideals.” Yellin welcomed guests with a bright red T-shirt slung over his shoulder, putting it on only when the sunshine softened, but he ended the night barebacked again, in case there was any question about the kind of event he was hosting. D4D was founded in 2003 and raised $1.5 million to get the vote out for John Kerry. We all know how that turned out. The organization disbanded soon thereafter, having become a full-time side project for its art-world organizers. “It was extremely successful in terms of getting the creative community to participate in the political process,” said Bronwyn Keenan, a former Guggenheim events director and original D4D board member, in Yellin’s garden last night. “But creative people tend to take it personally if we lose. It was a crushing defeat.” “It wasn’t until Sarah Palin that everyone woke up again,” she explained. That missile dodged and the world still intact, D4D has risen from apathy’s ashes this year and partnered with CREDO, a liberal super PAC, with the aim of unseating “The Tea Party 10,” the most extreme and vulnerable members of the U.S. House of Representatives, from Pennsylvania to California. Without their own Sheldon Adelson, the group hopes to make its dent in smaller markets. “I’m personally in a better position to give money now,” said Keenan. “Last time, I was in a position to do the grunt work.” Much of the organizing now falls to a next generation board member, 25-year-old Audrey Gelman, who’s just not busy enough as press secretary for Manhattan Borough President Scott Stringer and an actress on Girls. Gelman launched a reborn version of D4D earlier this year with The Pocket Guide to Politics, a civics textbook-gone-Tumblr featuring government lessons told through art from Terry Richardson, Dan Colen, Aurel Schmidt, and Andrew Kuo. The book’s launch party, at the Standard Hotel, featured appearances from Gelman’s wide sphere, including Stringer, Lena Dunham, and Mos Def. Maybe that is Jack’s way of telling Lena he is leaving with Audrey. (If I can stay awake another 28 minutes, Jeff Koons may be on with Seth Myers…)
Audrey Gelman in the Times, October, 2013: this explains everything. Except Stephen King’s blurb for Josh Ritter.
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Coinciding with the release of his new feature film, Noah, director Darren Aronofsky presents an exhibition of contemporary art inspired by the biblical story of Noah and the Flood. Fountains…
Pete Douglas the founder of the Douglas Beach House in Half Moon Bay took his last bow Sunday, at 85.
That’s a tough act to follow.