



Howard Finster created this howling wolf (“at mating time”) on this date 31 years ago. I bought it from Andy his grandson up in Chatooga County, about three hours north of Atlanta*. I gave it to my father for his 67th birthday.
I might bring it with as a prop for the concert tonite or this afternoon twilight at Lytton Plaza with Adriana Camacho Torres, Philip Greenlief and Scott Amendola. I have shows coming up with Matt Nelson, Liberty Ellman, Ben Goldberg, Lisa Morales, Kristin Hersh, Fred Abong, Shelley Doty, Vicki Randle and just added Zoh Amba.
*We are located at 200 North Lewis Street, Summerville, GA 30747, which is about 3 miles north of downtown Summerville and 2 blocks south of the Walmart in Trion, GA. A common problem with using Google maps is that it may take you to the northern part of Lewis Street in Summerville. A safe way to know you are on the right path to finding Paradise Garden is by checking the mile markers. We are just past mile marker 13 on Hwy 27. After you reach mile marker 13, turn right onto Rena Street and go 3 blocks to the dead end of Lewis Street, not to be confused with a previous entrance at Knox Street, and you are entering Paradise. If you get turned around, give us a call at 706-808-0800!
Trio Pais sometimes known as Trio Paz are playing a free concert Thursday, October 6, 2022 at 5:30 p.m. at Lytton Plaza, presented by Earthwise Productions of Palo Alto.
Trio Pais sometimes known as Trio Paz are slightly better known individually as Philip Greenlief, saxophones, Adriana Camacho Torres bass and Scott Amendola drums.
Philip and Scott have performed collectively or individually several times for Earthwise; Adriana Camacho Torres, sometimes known as Loope, will, I think, be making her Palo Alto debut.
She is in the Bay Area for a few weeks playing a handful of shows.
I saw the above Orozco at the DeYoung where it has lived for about 15 years. It’s from 1941.
I also thought, in preparation for the jazz concert Thursday, about Diego Rivera. Here is a unique example of his work:
Lee Frank sent me some notes to help me prepare for my first visit to New Orleans since Katrina. I sometimes say I was briefly a world expert at New Orleans music based on the fact that for six months in 2002 and 2003 I was Henry Butler‘s manager.
I went down there once as John Ellis is manager.
this time I’m going to medical conference but if I either discover a new band or run into one of the 10 or so people I still know down there I can deduct the trip as a business expense. I’m not really a doctor but I play one on the Internet. I also formed a branch of my own religion and I would ordain people as Rabbi.
And completing the square I book the New Orleans klezmer all stars twice, booked Glenn Hartman on Casey SU radio, and introduce Glenn to Beth Custer for the short-lived supergroup drone and bone.
Tipitina’s: Uptown. Tchoupitoulas on the river. Classic large music venue. Me: Named for a song by Professor Longhair and look for the bust of Fess and inscription on the pavement it says “when you go to New Orleans check out THE Mardi Gras”.
Maple Leaf Bar: Way Uptown on Oak Street. Rebirth on a Tuesday night is a must. Starts at 11pm-ish. He notes elsewhere that it is next to a good restaurant called Jachues-Emo.
Le Bon Temps Roulet: Funky Uptown bar. Good to catch a brass band. Don’t think I’ve been there but certainly no the phrase.
Chickie Wah Wah: Little joint in Mid-City various styles. Likewise.
d.b.a: Frenchman Street. Full Bar, good drinks. Often has free local music. Seen the listing don’t think I’ve been there.
R Bar: After hours bar on Royal Street. News to me.
One Eyed Jacks: Rock, Rockabilly club on Toulouse Street in the FQ. (French Quarter, not Yat way to say “fuck you”. That’s actually a Neil Simon “Odd Couple” joke. “Yat” Is a derogatory term for lower middle class and working class New Orleans people who did not go to Newman lake my freshman roommate who apparently greet each other with “where you at?”)
3 Muses: Sit down venue with nice cocktails and food. My three muses are “weed wine and song” although I have left New Orleans and I am near Texarkana. Oh that’s a joke I’ll settle for a Barq or Abita.

Gunn turned a decent local running back into King of the Road by yielding four touchdowns and 260 yards to Junior Jeaden Underwood Friday night in Sunnyvale. Like in the song he is Short, but not too big around.
Gun is 0 and 5 and is believed to be the only team in the CCS to not have yet scored a touchdown field goal extra point or safety.
i’ve never been to Kings Academy it’s somewhere in Sunnyvale not far from the 49ers I guess. I think this is where Jeremy Lin attended fifth grade and I used to say that not only would Gunn have won the championship but for Jeremys controversial enrollment at Paly but conceivably the kings academy might have won CCS with Jeremy Lin in 2006.
I wrote to the school board wondering how of our two schools one was 41 points better a few weeks ago.
Why did Jason Miller leave?
Does Paly benefit too much from certain enrollment patterns like children of Stanford coaches’, kids who live in Ventura which is closer to God or the Tinsley transfers?
Last season I met five or six of the families whose boys played gunn football I got invited to the games because plastic Alto here was covering their excellent season where is the Weekly was not .
I think I read that the current Gunn coach played college football in Montana with one of our firefighters and perhaps assistant chief. There is a metaphor there somewhere but I’ll let it lie fallow.
“King of the Road” by Jason’s relative Roger Miller song if anyone still knows it is ironic because he is by no means King of the Road.
I hope Gunn players coaches and families fine meeting in such a humbling season .
And1: I went to the Gunn reunion of class of ‘70 which was Akira Tana‘s group he quarterbacked them to a championship actually in 1969. More significant to me today there were 15 pretty good musicians who played that day. I met Alex Degrassi.

New York Times notes the passing of Ray Edenton, 95, go-to studio guitarist who fueled Nashville hits for four decades and that he played lead guitar on Marty Robbins 1956 recording of “singing the blues”.
my handy-dandy handheld information processing dynamo let me give it a listen, especially between one minute four seconds and one minute 11 seconds .
i’m sorry for your loss.

(Not sure based on his gate with one of those word puzzle clues whether this went through to the man himself, but I’ll throw it out there like a message in a bottle, or like when an old guy is asked to throw out the first pitch and it skips like a stone that long 60 feet, six inches)
1) Saturday is the 61st anniversary of Roger Maris‘s 61st home run, in 1961 the upside down year;
2) As I was composing this in my head, sure enough the phone rang and Steve Poltz the singer-songwriter from The Rugburns and from the Jewel video calls me to advance our 5:30 show and I ask him if watching Yankees-Blue Jays will delay our soundcheck; no, and I didn’t know that he used to hang out with Tim Flannery, Bruce Bochy, Steve Finley in San Diego and then switched his allegiance to my Giants when some of them did, too, or first or in Flannery‘s case third base.
3) OK smarty-pants, who besides Bernie Williams and Jack McDowell had MLB stats and were signed to nationally-distributed record labels?
4) This is not really your problem but the announcers misstated that Aaron Judge is from the Bay Area –San Joaquin is near Stockton even if he did root for the Giants; Linden — Wiki says the Speed Freak Killers were from there but is not a band it is an actual group of miscreants.
Answer to my own question is Pulley with a tall punk rock relief pitcher for the Cards with a Polish name repulsing or pulsing with Poltzian meming or meaning or moniker like Hammaker…
edit to add: I updated this slightly at quarter to four: Poltz is in the area, checking in to his hotel, catching a cat nap. He drove five hours to play an hour for us; maybe next time I can catch him when he drives one hour and plays five. Maybe after his set I’ll say “let’s play two”. This started when Robert Christgau ’62 wrote an interesting essay about constantly listening to music but also following the Yankees pitch-by-pitch and play-by-play using newfangled and scientific doohickey and thing-a-moroos.