Frida re-visits her stomping grounds, Johnson Park

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Not so long ago, Frida would run circles at Johnson, up the steps to the slide and down the chute

Not so long ago, Frida would run circles at Johnson, up the steps to the slide and down the chute

It was too hot to do much more than sniff the grass; I agreed to carry her home, two blocks

It was too hot to do much more than sniff the grass; I agreed to carry her home, two blocks

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edit to add, in flashback:

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Frida and Charles

Frida and Charles

 

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Getting word in edgewise

EdgeHandMost of the smart people I know want nothing to do with politics. We avoid it like the plague—like Edge avoids it, in fact. Is this because we feel that politics isn’t where anything significant happens? Or because we’re too taken up with what we’re doing, be it Quantum Physics or Statistical Genomics or Generative Music? Or because we’re too polite to get into arguments with people? Or because we just think that things will work out fine if we let them be—that The Invisible Hand or The Technosphere will mysteriously sort them out?

Whatever the reasons for our quiescence, politics is still being done—just not by us. It’s politics that gave us Iraq and Afghanistan and a few hundred thousand casualties. It’s politics that’s bleeding the poorer nations for the debts of their former dictators. It’s politics that allows special interests to run the country. It’s politics that helped the banks wreck the economy. It’s politics that prohibits gay marriage and stem cell research but nurtures Gaza and Guantanamo.

But we don’t do politics. We expect other people to do it for us, and grumble when they get it wrong. We feel that our responsibility stops at the ballot box, if we even get that far. After that we’re as laissez-faire as we can get away with.

What worries me is that while we’re laissez-ing, someone else is faire-ing.

(An essay by Brian Eno, “We Don’t Do Politics”; Brian Eno
Artist; Composer; Recording Producer: U2, Coldplay, Talking Heads, Paul Simon; Recording Artist; my connection to Eno is rather trivial and indirect: he wrote liner notes for Doug Hilsinger and Caroleen Beatty tribute album “Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy” during my tenure as Waycross manager, “individually, professionally and collectively known as…”)

I found a couple random snapshots from ten or so years ago that I thought to, via my stupid cell phone, swede into this blog. I thought the photo of the defunct nightclub “The Edge” relevant apropos of my recent post about the plans to demolish 260 California to make way for even more office space here. I presume what ocassioned the shot, in March, 1999, was the novelty of the band name, Nashville Pussy. (I didn’t see that show, but caught them once at Bottom of the Hill). I recall being afraid, for example, to book Sex Mob, because of the name. I booked the Matador Recording artists Fuck, into Cubberley, and the facility manager called me into his office to protest. Not the band name, but that the flyer was so poorly done, with hand lettering (my pseudo-Finsteresque scrawl) and featured a line drawing I stole or transformed from a book about P.T Barnum, of a sea creature or some marvel. Gina Arnold marvels on Pussy here in Metro, and thereby earns a “tag” — I am trying to reach her, indirectly, mostly, about so-called Palo Alto Rock and Roll Archive.

Here is relatively recent shot of 260 California Avenue, Illusions nee Edge nee Keystone Palo Alto nee Sophies nee Vortex, also conjuring Abbey Road cover and Lance Armstrong, speaking of illusions.

260cali

(bridge)

To arrive at the edge of the world’s knowledge, seek out the most complex and sophisticated minds, put them in a room together, and have them ask each other the questions they are asking themselves.

(verse)  `

If we have a million photos, we tend to value each one less than if we only had ten. The internet forces a general devaluation of the written word: a global deflation in the average word’s value on many axes. As each word tends to get less reading-time and attention and to be worth less money at the consumer end, it naturally tends to absorb less writing-time and editorial attention on the production side. Gradually, as the time invested by the average writer and the average reader in the average sentence falls, society’s ability to communicate in writing decays. And this threat to our capacity to read and write is a slow-motion body-blow to science, scholarship, the arts—to nearly everything, in fact, that is distinctively human, that muskrats and dolphins can’t do just as well or better.

The internet’s insatiable demand for words creates global deflation in the value of words. The internet’s capacity to distribute words near-instantly means that, with no lag-time between writing and publication, publication and worldwide availability, pressure builds on the writer to produce more. Global deflation in the value of words creates pressure, in turn, to downplay or eliminate editing and self-editing. When I tell my students not to turn in first-drafts, I sometimes have to explain, nowadays, what a first draft is.

Personal letters have traditionally been an important literary medium. The collected letters of a Madame de Sévigné, van Gogh, Jane Austen, E.B. White and a thousand others are classics of western literature. Why have no (or not many!) “collected emails” been published, on paper or online? It’s not only that email writing is quick and casual; even more, it’s the fact that we pay so little attention to the email we get. Probably there are many writers out there whose emails are worth collecting. But it’s unlikely that anyone will ever notice. And since email has, of course, demolished the traditional personal letter, a major literary genre is on its last legs.

Writing ability is hard to measure, but we can try and the news is not good. Recently the London Daily Mailreported on yet another depressing evaluation of American students:

While students are much more likely to call themselves gifted in writing abilities [the study concluded], objective test scores actually show that their writing abilities are far less than those of their 1960s counterparts.


It’s hard to know how to isolate the effects of net-driven word devaluation in the toxic mix which our schools force-feed our children every day. But at any rate, the Internet Drivel Factor can’t be good—and is almost certain to grow in importance as the world fills gradually with people who have spent their whole lives glued to their iToys.

At the Huffington Post, the future is now; the Weekly Standard has republished parts of a Huff-and-Puffington piece by the actor Sean Penn. Even assuming that Sean Penn is a lot more illiterate than most people, the Post is a respectable site and the Penn piece is eye-opening.

The conflicted principle here, is that which all too often defines and limits our pride as Americans who, in deference to an omnipresent filter of monoculturalism, isolationism and division, are consistently prone toward behaviors and words, as insensitive and disrespectful, while at foremost counterproductive for the generation of young Americans who will follow us.

The only problem with this passage is that it is gibberish. The average ten-year-old hasn’t fallen this far yet. But the threat is real, is way under the radar and likely to stay there; prognosis: grim.

David Gelernter. “Worry About Internet Drivel”
Computer Scientist, Yale University; Chief Scientist, Mirror Worlds Technologies; Author, America-Lite: How Imperial Academia Dismantled our Culture (and ushered in the Obamacrats)
I found my way to Edge dot org because there is a lecture coming up at Stanford about “Buddha and Green Goo” which is a reference to Eric Drexler and “grey goo” and he contributes to this site from which I so shamelessly pilfer. It is true these 1,200 words of mine are devalued relatively to say, writing for the Gunn High Oracle in 1982, but in the moment I find it useful, absorbing and fun. I still think of it as a notebook more than a broadside. I was meaning to revisit Faulkner/Williams/Newman and “Barn Burning” and to look again at whether the meandering style is just nuts, or, worse, mixed nuts, but found this a nice digression, and a use for the photos. Fittingly, if there are gods out there who care about where I park my carcass or peck my keyboard, directly after I asked the guy next to me to document me for this purpose, I knocked over my water glass, here at Peet’s and maybe fried this little purloined Macbook. Also: I want to cross the street and shoot the mosaic of a harp in the sidewalk, at University and Kipling, recently site of Apple Store but formerly a music store. Isn’t there a constellation of the Harp? See also “Welcome to Dopeland” which I call “Touch of Grey Goo”.
STARBUCKS ON THE WAY . . . Those craving a coffee fix as they drive along The Royal Way in Palo Alto will soon be able to pull into a new Starbucks at the corner of El Camino Real and Stanford Avenue. The new coffee house will be occupying the old Mountain Mike’s pizza building at 2000 El Camino Real. Starbucks plans to improve the dark brown building with new storefront windows, colors, signs, outdoor seating and landscaping. The Architectural Review Board is scheduled to discuss the improvements on Thursday. Starbucks’ other Palo Alto store is on University Avenue. (Palo Alto Weekly, August, 1998 — I have fond memories of that pizza parlor being the official post-game headquarters for Gunn basketball, 1980-81, but had never heard of Ai Weiwei or his “Studies in Perspectives” at the time I shot this):
I like Peets but hate the other guy

I like Peets but hate the other guy

regarding Gelernter, well said. I do think of the writing here at “Plastic Alto” like not just a notebook that I am merely leaving open for you to peek at, but also like a rough draft. What is the point in bash-bash-bashing away at deeper thoughts if this is not actually being fixed in ink somewhere? Also, there is this thing about going back and finding links, competing with, displacing, finding better ways to nick and tuck in my flow per se. Ginsberg has its impact on me, but also Rauschenberg, and David Shields. Although I can also still here the paternal and reassuring voice of Chauncey Loomis on audiotape (itself presumably lost, except in my head, my mind’s ear) telling me “now you are really writing” as I explicate some sophomoric assertion about Milton “Paradise Lost” — or was he just being nice? Flash forward to Harry Connick last night telling off Randy Jackson about the singer being both “original” and more like the Etta James version, versus the Lena Horne version of Arlen’s “Stormy Weather”, and also recalling Teddy Conway saying that as a freshman at Cardinal Newman Connick was bullied and transferred out. Or me, in the first row at the Orpheum in SF in 1991, spitting out four words almost on key of Queen “Death on Two Legs” and getting Harry’s hand, a high five, speaking directly of my sub-theme here of all things digital. (Harry was saying that at one point before he got into Cole Porter he was a “yat” and liked stoner rock, and arena rock, as I did — I also wrote him once via his manager’s office about whether or not he was Jewish and got no response — it was the year that I commissioned Elizabeth Hutchinson to make me a “5751” New Years Card, reclaiming the swastika, the four descenders linked, like a yad — years later Connick did come out as black, I mean gay I mean Jewish, as if it makes a difference.

(coda)

The coda six hundred words later has links back to Gelernter’s paintings, and a picture of

The Author

The Author

in the moment and I think Daniel Kahneman is his name.

If we have a million photos, we tend to value each one less than if we only had ten. And here I’ve added five more to the mix.

(trucks)

This is my old Forerunner, Andy Heller's LDR rig and a mystery rig, loading into Cubberley Theatre, Earthise Productions' Palo Alto Soundcheck, circa 1999, and tip of my thumb, 2013

This is my old Forerunner, Andy Heller’s LDR rig and a mystery rig, loading into Cubberley Theatre, Earthise Productions’ Palo Alto Soundcheck, circa 1999, and tip of my thumb, 2013

edita, two minutes later but two hours all-in: Drexler has a wordpress blog and his sample of Kahneman drew me in then led me to Edge.org, if we really care to know how my mind and the internet work. I have a clip from a while ago on Kahneman and the rationale for artists to make art, that I wanted to research and comment on…

–2014-

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Alden Van Buskirk news flash

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8:00 THE POEMS OF RATTRAY AND VAN BUSKIRK

Poet David Rattray reads from his own work, and that
of Alden van Buskirk, a young poet who died in his early 20s several years ago. Mr. Rattray has translated many European poets,
among them Antonin Artaud, and lives in New York, (to be re-
broadcast Friday the 17th, 2:30 p.m.)

9:00 MUNDO CHICANO

Musica para La Raza, y los demas tambien. Antonio
Salazar hosts a program of music and guests of interest to the
Chicano community and to all.

11:00 HOUR 25: sf

Kathy Calkin, Mike Model and John Henry Thong with
science and sci-fi (pronounced skiffle) [“. . . Who was continually
crion. . . .”

This is from Pacifica Radio, KPFK in LA in August, 1973. I found this by searching “jazz poetry” and “alden van buskirk”. I was sussing out Yusef Komunyakaa, who won the Pulitzer for Poetry in 1994, and was quoted by David Wayne Hampton in his blog hillybillyinthesky, and who also borrowed a Faulkner line for his new novel, “The Slow Constellations Wheeled On”.

I had been reading “Barn Burning” from William Faulkner, from 1930, originally published in Harper’s, but I got it from “Collected Stories, Vintage, 1995, borrowed from Palo Alto Main. “Barn Burning” presages “The Hamlet” with the exception of certain aspects of Sarty Snopes described therein.

Another writer suggests the cosmological image is based on Endymion by Keats.
To me it also calls up Journey’s “Wheel in The Sky”, from 1977, but I will save that for another story.

This thread inspired by the Paul Newman double-feature at Stanford Theatre, “The Long Hot Summer”, based loosely on “Barn Burning” and a couple other Faulkner sources — although the credits don’t admit as much — and “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” which of course is Tennessee Williams, both from 1958.

suddenly last week, on a hot april aft

suddenly last week, on a hot april aft

Halliwell is medium cool on each film, one star each.
Thomson is pretty harsh on Newman generally.

The director also worked with Newman on “Hud” which I guess is a better movie.

ode to last week's marquee

ode to last week’s marquee

In terms of depicting the South or being a literary adaptation, I think Robert Penn Warren “All the King’s Men” fared much better, there is a consensus. It’s not just me.

I am wondering about the new movie “Mud” starring Matthew McConaughey who is actually from Texas.

I think Tarantino’s “Django Unchained” probably gets it closer, and certainly delivers a better dramatic wallop — like a full-load to the face, Cheney-esque.

A bit off topic, but the Jimmie Rodgers song used in “Long Hot” reminded me of driving with Henry Butler from New Orleans to Huntsville, and noticing a roadsign for a Jimmie Rodgers memorial in Meridian, Mississippi, three hours from either place.

Any hoo, Professor Yusef might include Alden in his work…and yesterday was his 66th birthday, it tern’s out Whan that aprill with his shoures soote indeedy.

edita: A thing of beauty is a joy forever…but…I am not sure the value of trying to read through 992 lines of Keats “Endymion” to ascertain how much he influenced Faulkner and or indirectly ended up influencing “Wheel In the Sky” by Journey… a thread or rabbit-hole suggested by literary scholar C.D.Holmes. More scholars, pseudo-scholars, sophomores and fakers tend to cite “Ode to a Grecian Urn” as a more obvious influence, and of course MacBeth. I took a Faulkner seminar with Chauncey Loomis in 1985 but was pretty distracted from doing my best work so have only a vague residual sense of William Cuthbert, enough, however, to catch a whiff of something non-popcorn-esque the other day at Stanford, which I admit I’ve done a pretty shabby job of cleaning up after.

edita, 2: and somewhere in my latemorning to earlyafternoon ramblings, here at Coupa, as my cappuccino has been reduced to a cold milky residue, drained of its precious jolt, because the KPFK transcript went there, as I skimmed for more Rattray milk or meat, I shot off a query to an actor about an anti-war play, apropos of the news of Dao Strom setting a May release date for her cd and chap book — nothing to do with “Lami” or Faulkner, other than Dao is a Michener Fellow and genius. And a bit of the original Muse for “Plastic Alto”: 24 mentions so farit is time for a new mythology.

edita, 3: I am about two hours into this, and tiring, but I wanted to slather on this quote from a Faulkner scholar about “all-timeness”, a conflation of flashback and flash-forward; “Barn Burning” was told in a combination of real time and twenty years later; I am rationalizing the switch from a discussion of the movies per se (last week; from 1958, texts I had read or were taught mostly 1983-1885) to Van Buskirk, forever 1961, and December 2012, and NEWS TO ME, 1973:

According to [retired Redlands professor Rebecca] Rio-Jelliffe, Faulkner reinvents the conventional narrative techniques of flashback, flashforward, and the suspended moment to capture and preserve not an instant of “timelessness” but a moment of “all-timeness” (pp. 101-102). 

Although this does muck up my Dao-ism about new mythology, or not?

Or is this the world’s most occluded “Mud” preview?

To the extent that the two films, “Long hot” and “…Tin Roof” were billed as a Paul Newman feature, is either clumsy or brilliant in that indeed the scholars (Thompson and or Halliwell at least) think the two films comingled and that “Long Hot” although a Faulkner vehicle was also a reaction to the Williams masterpiece, which was making waves on Broadway and was, we presume, an anticipated Hollywood offering. So to me what is more interesting, besides marveling at a Newman who is younger than me, by far (he was 33 at the time, and I am “thirty-something”) is the respective father-son relations, between Newman and Orson Welles (b. 1915) in the faux-Faulkner and Burl Ives (1909-1959!) as Big Daddy. (Getting over that neither father-actor was actually old enough to be Newman’s father in real life). Secondary is comparing Liz Taylor to Joanne Woodward (who, of course, was married to Newman at the time).

I wonder about Ives portraying a man who is dying then actually dying soon thereafter. (scratch that, the bit about Burl Ives being sick during filming; he lived on, but made some bad commercials)

David Thomson is pretty harsh on Newman: “the emotional intensity eludes him”, “(a) young, middle-aged man wondering what could replace prettiness”, and later “so too his ‘straight’ parts seem neutered and derivative” and jumping ahead a few years “a pickled schoolboy pretending confidence in ‘The Sting'”.

Here is the Thomson book, from 2010, although I understand he has a new book, more narrative and less resourceish, and was interviewed about such by Greil Marcus last fall (and DT taught at Dartmouth but not in my era):

http://www.amazon.com/New-Biographical-Dictionary-Film-Completely/dp/0307271749/ref=la_B000APTXPI_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1367362278&sr=1-2

My Halliwell, by the way, is from 1995, which is fine with me since I am mainly interested in his views on twentieth century films, that came out before I was a viewer; Amazon is selling a 23rd edition, from 2008 (and my stance reminds me of my use of Webster’s Ninth, I sometimes mention):

http://www.amazon.com/Halliwells-Film-Guide-Movies-Matter/dp/0007260806/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1367362709&sr=1-1&keywords=halliwell+film

Tracing from the Times obituary of Newman in 2008, I am seeking to read the comtemporaneous opinion of these films by the film critic, who is said to have been forced out soon after for not getting “Bonnie and Clyde” (displaced by Pauline Kael and her ilk, for instance).

Thompson does not even mention Welles turn in LHS in his account of the star of “Citizen Kane” and “The Third Man.”

Lee Remick coincidentally or as Fates would have it, was in a version of Faulkner’s “Sanctuary”, but “never totally convincing as Temple Drake.” She plays Eula Varner, a sexpot not entirely Faulkneresque.

Someone more thorough than me can compare these two films to “Hud”, five years later, 1963, also, like “Long…” directed by Martin Ritt and also dealing with father and sons; this one is based on a Larry McMurtry story.

edit to add: distinguishing the two Jimmy Rogers might make a nice post; the Jimmy Rodgers singing the title song for “The Long Hot Summer” is a pop singer born in Washington in 1933, while the Jimmy Rodgers of Mississippi is “Father of Country Music”, subject of a Bob Dylan tribute and died in 1933. I also traced the “Antonio Salazar” mentioned in the KPFK log in the intro to find that he had moved to the Bay Area, was active in journalism and there is now a scholarship in his name at SFSU, again, perhaps worth looking into on another day. Part of the inspiration for this piece is my discovery that although the Stanford Theatre showed “A Star is Born” as part of a Judy Garland festival, Halliwell ranks the original 1937 with Janet Gaynor as superior — I haven’t seen any of the three versions, although I recognize the Barbara Streisand song from my days as a Casey Kasem regular listener, “(Ageless and) Evergreen”(1976, by Streisand and Paul Williams). Much of this, I now see, was covered much more cogently although as an aside by Palmer and Bray in their book about Tennessee Williams, which I found by typing “Bosley Crowther” in the search-injun.

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Nampeyo of Hano bowl with bird motif, circa 1905

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“The painted design is classic Nampeyo, and in fact, there is a similar bowl also by Nampeyo in the permanent collection of the Milwaukee Public Museum that is the match to this bowl.  Both bowls show the classic heavy black double framing lines around the elaborate abstracted bird design in the center.  Under a polished red sky band, the spirit bird dangles its beauty to please the Hopi deities.  At the top of the design, we see the classic triangular accordion shapes of the kachina’s lightening frame ending in a large bird’s wing, a frequent Nampeyo design element.  Beneath, we see the bird’s body with its interior nicely abstracted, while three tail feathers complete the vertical design.  To the sides, elaborate feathers are presented.  Interestingly, the classic swirl design that Nampeyo originally borrowed from the prehistoric Sikyatki potters and which dominated much of her early work is here reduced almost to an afterthought and used only as a small portion of her design on the right side of the bird.  But it is this shift of focus that dates this piece to Nampeyo’s mature period, from 1910 to 1920, when she has integrated the great Sikyatki designs into her work and is producing fluid masterful painting from her own genius, surpassing her original models.”  Steve Elmore Indian Art

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Signs of the times: Peet’s, Nirvana and Susan O’Malley

I’m rushing through this, mostly visual post:

Peet's facade on University Avenue, Palo Alto

Peet’s facade on University Avenue, Palo Alto

Although I sip on at least five brand name coffees and probably 10 physical locations, all within 5 miles of my abode, each month, totally about 20 trips to a coffee house, in lieu of office in home, and supplementing the public library, I am most partial to brand Peet’s. I like their coffee, backstory, wireless access (and the hour-limit actually saves me from falling down a rabbit-hole) and overall experience. But I was kinda trippin’ the other morning, on University, the 400 block, the redundancy of all the signage. I noted 11 different places with the logo on front of store, most obviously sign above door, two-sided shingle above door, and two-sided sandwich board on sidewalk. I would think the product is strong enough and there are enough repeat customers that we don’t need the flurry of signs.

here we are now, over-charge us

here we are now, over-charge us

FFurthr down the block, I was stopped by the Nirvana poster in the window of the sports gallery. Krist, Kurt and Foo flanked by Posey, Jackie Robinson and a Shark. Having recently been mulling over and posting some about my poster collection, I took it as an auspice that Nirvana had infiltrated the jock world. Purists might note the irony of the band showcasing at the New Music Seminar — sounds like something that the label would have had to convince the band to do, although I will have to consult my Gina Arnold or my Danny Goldberg to verify that. The poster says “early” or “vintage” or “rare” ephemera, which I guess says “collectible”.

But when I asked the clerks about the poster, they directed me to a wall at back of store with another half dozen supposed gems: for the Dead and Stones et all. I started to notice a little serial number in the bottom of each poster, including the Nirvana, you can see above, which scream REPRINT. There all about $90 each, including the frame, but I would pass and wait for something more authentic. I will edita to confirm whether these are all from Wolfgang’s Vault. The clerk says that the gallery sometimes does auctions at Slim’s.

Actually, according to Jon Parales, four months later, Nirvana playing New Music Seminar was keeping it real and supporting college radio for the band that was already multi-platinum for “Nevermind” and was releasing “In Utero”, duly noted. And despite my cup of Joe from Le Boulange today (top of Uni, local chain bought by EVIL CORP for millions), I did space on Dave Grohl ten minutes ago, above, but like the use of “Foo” as a placeholder, to stet.

susan o'malley good call

susan o’malley good call

Terry and I met Susan O’Malley at an event at Palo Alto Art Center, for the closing of the group show there that featured part of her “Community Advice” project. Susan interviewed 100 Palo Altans about life and attitude and then created 10 letter press pieces, some of which hung in the gallery, some sold in the gift shop, some still available on her website and others placed all over Palo Alto, most notably or noticeably on Embarcadero near the Art Center.

As someone who has spent numerous hours placing posters and notices on surfaces protected and unprotected, I couldn’t help rescuing the piece I saw taped to a newsrack on Cali Ave some months ago. I could tell from the chop that this was the work of an artist and not just some naive well-meaning person, or superior being from outer space, trying to reach us with a message. I also pulled off of Embarcadero and rescued another of these, before I did the math and realized it was an extension of a current exhibition, which I later viewed.

But I also had my own riff. I wanted to re-purpose the one about sleeping in the RV for the sake of raising consciousness about the current debate here about a subgroup of community members who indeed sleep in their cars, or RVs. I contacted Susan’s gallery, my friend and sometime collaborator Joey Piziale and asked him to ask Susan if we could re-run a batch of these and put them up especially near the areas with car-sleepers, like off El Camino, near College Terrace. I had been invited to go to a meeting that I think is ongoing on this issue, on campus, at the Episcopal Lutheran Church on Stanford Avenue; I thought they might like to see these posters.

I also wanted to modify and maybe reproduce the one that says “Do Not Lie” and change it to “Do Not Sit-Lie” which is the legal term for when a panhandler goes beyond his First Amendment rights to aggressively solicit or beg, whilst in the stationary position, on otherwise public and free property. I still may do that — create my own set of “Do Not Sit-Lie” xeroxes, after O’Malley.

Susan did not seem mad at me for threatening such a repurposement of her hard work. Meanwhile. one of our local rags mentions that in SF Tom Ammiano is behind a statewide measure that would rescind some local sit-lie bans.

Susan’s work reminds me also of course of Barbara Kruger and Jenny Holzer.

As a McLuhanist, I was into anything that is letterpress and tacked to a telephone poll, so retro, in this era of social media and all that. Medium is the message regardless of what the message actually says (which I thought some would think author is being ironic).

I think I have the actual poster documented on Susan’s site, on Cali Ave.

Reminds me that I mean to contact the Paly High young lady I saw present at PAPAC who had a sketch of a proposed mural that featured the Paly Viking mascot self-reflectively holding a spray can and stencil. I’d like to publish that work here. Her name and email address were on another site’s comments page.

Also, need to lament here the passing of Colby Posters in LA, from whom I ordered a Asylum Street Spankers poster circa 1999 and we also have from LACMA an “ACCEPT THE GOOD” part of the Third Drawer collaborative series. I did do a Blue Eyed Devils poster from the same letterpress group Susan used in Oakland about 10 years back.

The photo above is Terry decorating her studio with this O’Malley derived set sold at the event last week and pulled or scraped by a budding artist named Katherine B Nammacher.

That’s about one thousand words more than I thought I would get into today. Now to walk the Cocker and maybe go for a swim, leaving laundry, car wash and oil change for another day, if the good lord is willing and the creeks don’t rise. And, oh, yeah, enjoy your hair while you have it.

edit to add: regarding the Nirvana poster, I’ve found two different versions of the 1993 poster. The one in Palo Alto storefront is definitely a reprint, but probably not from Wolfgang’s Warehouse (which does offer reprints of a RHCP/Nirvana poster, prices ranging from $38 to $600 or some such. This thread had me following gigposters subsets for Nate Duval and Pat Hamou, and then reading about Pat Hamou two recent shows in Bay Area on Jewish gangsters, he’s painted. All roads lead to digression, in Plastic Alto. Today I am at Zoe Cafe, for the bagel, but might pop up at a Peet’s or that Peet’s, soon enough.

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Medway Forest Indians

way past my bedtime but I am trippin over the news (to me) that Perry Lane is now Oak Creek — and who are or were Medway Forest Indians?{that’s not actually true, but close enough for Plasty late night}

sent me

edit to add, a week later: I am wondering about the use of Edward Curtis photographs as source material for early BGP and Family Dog posters, contemporaneous to above….I also caught about half of Ken Kesey/Milos Forman/Jack Nicholson “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” last night on ION/710 and notice that it takes place in 1963 at least for the movie and want to catch even the blooped version (with blurred lips for the fucking lipreaders), “Al Downing” pitching first game of the World Series, versus Koufax, et al — see also Meatloaf and Phil Rizzuto — I want to read the book, I think it is hiding somewhere in my shelves — and there I am not far apparently from Perry Lane. I should try to read the thing at the Oak Creek Pool. I met Kesey at Bay Area Book Fair 1991 and my job was to grab him by the elbow and gently lead him from Furthr to the podium in time for his hit. I also proposed, at least in my head, that in response to Jim Burch’s proposal to paint FREE on Palo Alto Shuttle that we paint it psychedelic as homage to Kesey — that would get attention, more than the talking heads, I contend.

I have an email thread with Wes Wilson loosely speaking on this topic…I had never noticed an Indian (probably from Curtis) in Family Dog logo…

From a famous movie, with Indian theme:

Chief

I had no idea that Will Sampson (1934-1987) was an amazing painter:

edit to add: the rock history blog on which someone said that Perry Lane is now Oak Creek actually had other commenters correct him: Perry Lane is just over the creek, and up Sand Hill west from Oak Creek 1800s; I will check it out soon enough; I’ve walked past it about 100 times not making the connection — the cottages are all wiped out.

In a somewhat related matter, Greg Brown mentioned that he ran across an old Old Davis poster than either Gregg Rolie or Neil Schon asked him to design back in the day, and he said he would show it to me. Weird place for me to mention that I caught MGMT at Frost Amphitheatre the other day but didn’t recognize any of their songs, and didn’t realize until I learned it online that they are a psychedelic band from Wesleyan — I was sort of thinking Flaming Lips and Olivia Tremor Control. Their videos are quite good even if I am jumping on a bandwagon pretty late in game (or pretty lame in gate).   I recall Ramona Downey moving my BOTH showcase in 2008 to give priority — rightfully — to MGMT.

Added a year or so later, or exactly two years later, Earth Day 2015, and Greg Brown has been gone nine months):
I saw this Grateful Dead artwork in a private collection. It has autographs from band members Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Mickey Hart, Bill Kreutzmann and Vince Welnick. It says “1988” and that the artist was named Jack Johnson. The shirt was for an east coast fall tour including nine dates at Madison Square Garden. It’s a pelon, which means a test-print or A/P or proof. I saw the actual shirt on sale for $179 on line.

Grateful Dead or DaedlufetarG

Grateful Dead or DaedlufetarG

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Gallery of posters and flyers, Earthwise Productions, 1994-2009

Cake.MBW

BlackFrankMBW

DarWilliamsCHunter.MBW

SuperchunkMBW

SFSeals.MBW

art direction credits at bottom of scroll; photos by Terry Acebo Davis

BrownFellinis.MBW

JohnDoeThing.MBW

(this one was based on artwork accompanying an article in the Rolling Stone about the fact that Texas, especially during the tenure of Governor Bush, had executed so many people, and what they all had in common was public defenders; we asked John Doe’s management if he was cool with the association, and they said that John had recently taken a stand about the West Memphis 3. Looking at this with fresh eyes 12 years later, I am tempted to contact John, Matt and Jonah about doing a benefit concert for Bryan Stevenson’s work in Alabama, The Equal Justice Initiative

MIRV.MBW

BoxSet.MBW

JazzShows.MBW

MotherHipsTrain.MBW

MotherHips.MBW

PenelopeHouston.MBWThreeDayStubble.MBWSituationFall.MBWStroke9.MBWMaybe I should send a subset of these to Cooperstown, or as likely they will contact me first and try to confiscate our over-runs…BillFreisell.MBW

PansyDivision.MBWVinylCubberly

PinetopPerkins.MBWMest.MBWPASoundcheck.MBWSlowGherkin.MBWOxbow.MBW

IdiotFlesh.MBW  FemiKuti.MBW
BillFrisellGaryLarson.MBW
CherylWheeler.MBW
Calobo.MBWGreyboyAllstars.MBWJimmieDaleGilmore.MBW
Before Tamir Goodman was a pro baller, he fronted a Christian emo band called Arthur, a spinoff of MXPX (flyer)

Before Tamir Goodman was a pro baller, he fronted a Christian emo band called Arthur, a spinoff of MXPX (flyer)

I saw  Bill Hearne in Santa Fe in 2011 and wanted to fly him out here for a show, just to design a poster which riffs off "Up"

I saw Bill Hearne in Santa Fe in 2011 and wanted to fly him out here for a show, just to design a poster which riffs off “Up”

Michelle Nelson, formerly of LaPara Street, designed and art directed this

Michelle Nelson, formerly of LaPara Street, designed and art directed this

Donna Sharee made this 'strange angel' imitation sun-ae ink style

Donna Sharee made this ‘strange angel’ faux sumi-e.

the only thing to say about this is that jim thomas had just cut his hair -- there's another poster for a Mermen show by Lynn Grant (flyer)

the only thing to say about this is that jim thomas had just cut his hair — there’s another poster for a Mermen show by Lynn Grant (flyer)

Missing posters include: Archers of Loaf, Asylum Street Spankers, A Great Laugh, Engine 88/Spoon/Van Goghs Daughter (Harmon Killebrew>”Twin Harmonic Pop Shows”), Palo Alto Soundcheck by Yates and Stafford — clean version, Femi Kuti handbill, Archers handbill, Tarnation (Steve Ringman Day on Green photo-shopped).

art by Charles Goldman who did the Earthwise logo

art by Charles Goldman who did the Earthwise logo

art by Harvey Bennett Stafford, design by John Yates Stealworks, defaced and repurposed here by Mark Weiss -- I have about 4,000 more of these in storage, flat -- four-color offset. I also have the painting NFS

art by Harvey Bennett Stafford, design by John Yates Stealworks, defaced and repurposed here by Mark Weiss — I have about 4,000 more of these in storage, flat — four-color offset. I also have the painting NFS

Joey Piziale has a mural on Cali Ave and to promote both it and the Twilight Series, I produced pro bono this Sila poster, same design as mural. I own the artwork NFS. I remember wanting to work with Joey to expand his font into something that would electronically adjust to maximize the piano-key affect

Joey Piziale has a mural on Cali Ave and to promote both it and the Twilight Series, I produced pro bono this Sila poster, same design as mural. I own the artwork NFS. I remember wanting to work with Joey to expand his font into something that would electronically adjust to maximize the piano-key effect

There are actually three different posters for this show, Earthwise 10th anniversary. I was just goofing, same concept as Pinetop and Mest -- based on Finster

There are actually three different posters for this show, Earthwise 10th anniversary. I was just goofing, same concept as Pinetop and Mest — based on Finster

I walked into Accent Arts to put the Piziale poster up and Rob Syrett offered to do a poster for the next show, with Vienna Teng and Austin Willacy, based on his painting "Bark and Bite" NFS -- leading Rob and I to numerous future projects together!

I walked into Accent Arts to put the Piziale poster up and Rob Syrett offered to do a poster for the next show, with Vienna Teng and Austin Willacy, based on his painting “Bark and Bite” NFS — leading Rob and I to numerous future projects together!

This is one of the few posters I used the band's actual artwork

This is one of the few posters I used the band’s actual artwork

this transformative version by Diana Hartman of a photo of Robert Johnson was conceived of for the first Palo Alto World Music Day then re-purposed to promote a Doors cover band civic show; the Stanford Fair Use Project who sponsored the printing is a different one than the Lessig-led group at Stanford, but with a confusingly similar name

this transformative version by Diana Hartman of a photo of Robert Johnson was conceived of for the first Palo Alto World Music Day then re-purposed to promote a Doors cover band civic show; the Stanford Fair Use Project who sponsored the printing is a different one than the Lessig-led group at Stanford, but with a confusingly similar name

credits include: frank kozik, christine shields, diana hartman, jon hess, lane wurster, chris eselgroth, mac macaughan, lisa marie nielson, michele nelson turner, meredith megadeth, joey piziale, rob syrett, stevens printing, pierre-paul pariseau, harvey bennett stafford, colby printing, kinkos, callie withers, andy harding, lynn grant, michelle budziak, charles goldman, donna sharee, andy harding, matt groening, keith knight, franklin the drummer from thinking fellows, and yours truly, Mark B Weiss dba Earthwise — I will try to edita with the names of the print shops, most of whom have left the building.

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Gunn alum and dad leads softball surge

Gunn softball coach Matt Maltz near the knish section of Piazza's

Gunn softball coach Matt Maltz near the knish section of Piazza’s

I bumped into my Gunn classmate Matt Maltz and his son Andrew at Piazza’s market Sunday and was very impressed to learn that he is coaching the girls softball team at our Alma Mater.

I checked out two games as a way of showing support to my old friend, who I first met in the fifth grade at Fremont Hills. We were also teammates on the Terman football team. Shoulder-to-shoulder, even: on most plays, he was the center and I was left guard, although on passing downs I lined up as a flanker.

Years later, I’ve seen him at several Gunn reunions, seldomly. I did notice his daughter’s name — Casey Maltz – -in articles about Gunn softball but did not realize the full extent of softball as a family activity for the Maltz’s until this week.

On Wednesday, I saw Gunn drop a 6-0 decision to visiting Milpitas. On Thursday, however, the Lady Titans posted a decisive 8-1 win over Santa Clara.

Jamie Sparaco Maltz left early to see one of their sons’ games, but I sent her reports of the imminent fireworks via text. To wit:

WAGER DOUBLE SCORES TWO

GUNN ADDS TWO MORE ON DOUBLE BY LAURA T. 4-0 G

CASEY AT BAT RUNNER ON 3RD

HARD LINE OUT TO RIGHT FIELD. 😦

CHECK THAT 5 TO 0 KLAUSNER HAD SPED AROUND TO SCORE FROM 1ST.

GUNN ADDS 3 MORE IN THE SIXTH ON SCRAPPY HITTING, HUSTLE AND SOME GOOD LUCK, PLUS AN RBI DOUBLE BY KLAUSNER OFF THE FENCE IN LEFT.

GUNN WINS 8 TO 1. CASEY MADE A NICE CATCH FOR SECOND OUT. THEN ONE MORE K TO SEAL IT. 🙂

On my way to the field Wednesday, I caught up to Keith Peters and Veronica Webber of the Weekly and pitched them on doing a story on Maltz. I think its laudable anytime an alumnus returns to teach or coach at his old school. An interesting fact about Matt Maltz is that he was mostly known for football at Gunn and did not play organized baseball. He was also an outstanding swimmer as a child, won the 1980 CCS frosh soph championships in 200 free and fly, but gave up swimming, perhaps as part of his overall adolescent growing process; football being a team sport, consistent with his role in our class as one of the most social and amusing classmates. I actually recall him telling me he hated baseball and once threw the ball from centerfield over the backstop, either in protest, anger or not knowing his own strength (or maybe we was describing a scene from “Bad News Bears” where Tatum O’Neal’s bad-boy friend shows off his arm and is drafted for the team).

Matt became a softball dad coaching Casey for many years in Palo Alto Rec leagues and various local traveling squads. When Gunn found itself this winter with a vacancy for the coming spring, the father of the four-year-starter first-baseman and pitcher stepped up to the plate, so to speak.

In terms of Gunn coaching success stories, he reminds me of Ernie Leydecker who coached Gunn’s famous undefeated streak of 200 tennis matches, 1969-1979 but did not actually play the sport himself .

As the squad, beyond Casey Maltz (the first athlete to clear the new 200-foot home run fence at Gunn, admitted to play next for Div. III University of  Redlands), and Claire Klausner (stalwart pitcher,  averaging about 10 strikeouts per outing, signed to play at Princeton next year, 3rd child of school board stud Barbara Klausner) includes three promising freshman, Maltz says he plans to stay on board for a few years and keep the momentum going.

Kudos (and knishes) to Matt, Jamie and Casey and all the Gunn softball families. (I was originally going to call this post “Mr. Maltz’s Knoopers” but there were too many inside jokes — my second mitt going thru my eight years of organized baseball, ages 8 to 15, was a Rawlings Bobby Knoop fastback model, Knoop — kuh-nop — being a three-time Golden Glover for the White Sox; “Knoop” having some consonance with “knish”, the Jewish dumpling that Matt’s mother Mona famously sold — you can still find Ms. Maltz’s Knishes at Whole Foods, frozen).

There are a couple more home games in the coming two weeks — and games at nearby Fremont of Sunnyvale and Saratoga — if you want to follow the team’s progress towards a CCS berth.  In some ways, beating Paly, as Gunn did two weeks ago, makes any season, but I can tell these young ladies have more to say.

Maltz gives the signs

Maltz gives the signs

John Reid of the Merc wrote a decent piece on Matt, despite missing the alumni angle.

Casey on deck

Casey on deck

As background I reviewed the Ernest Thayer poem, “Casey at the Bat” but will refrain from drawing on that too obviously here.

Matt Maltz, class of 1982 and daughter Casey, 2013; photo by dad's teammate and homeslice, MBW

Matt Maltz, class of 1982 and daughter Casey, 2013; photo by dad’s teammate and homeslice, MBW

edit to add: I caught up with Matt Maltz a year-and-a-half later and he proudly told me that the following season Gunn won league, plus somewhere in there broke a skein against Paly. Nice going, coach! Skol! Salud! L’chaim!

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Stanford teacher wins Pulitzer Prize for fiction novel about North Korea

Adam Johnson is a teacher at Stanford who I was stalking last year, after first noticing him on Charlie Rose. I sent him an email, attended two public lectures and bought his book. I mention or link to him in three previous “Plastic Alto” posts. In honor of his winning the Pulitzer Prize, for “The Orphan Master’s Son”, I have excerpted and posted here from “Teen Sniper”, an earlier short story, about a teenager who works for the Palo Alto Police. It kinda reminds me, roughly speaking of a mix of Tom Wolfe, Kurt Vonnegut and T.C Boyle. I’m also kinda tempted to route this – the complete story, 10 pages, to local leadership apropos of our new public safety building (proposed).*

ROMS is clueless to how the guys are always avoiding him, and I try to shield him from that. You see, ROMS and I are both Cancers, which means we’re sensitive and a little moody, but with a lot to say. For his birthday in July, I’m planning on getting him an update–Negotiator 5.0, with the latest Black English Converters because ROMS wants to express himself, but he just doesn’t have the programming.
For now, ROMS and I decide to eat lunch without those guys. I have a learner’s permit, but there has to be someone in the car with me, and technically ROMS doesn’t count, so we walk across the street to grab a Sony burger.
Generally, people don’t like to see a bomb robot enter a building, so ROMS and I use the drive-through, which is a little humiliating. The ugly truth is, though, robots are way looked down upon in our society. Just because some people are different doesn’t mean they’re not the same as you or me. That’s why, when we’re working at a playground or day care, I tie a Barney mask on ROMS’s display panel–purple and humorous, it helps ensure the next generation won’t have to live in fear.
I order a double Sony dog with a large Nix. For ROMS, I get a water, no ice–you have to wet his sponge reservoir every once in a while to keep his sniffer from drying out.
The girl at the drive-through’s kind of cute. She’s about my age, with some skin trouble, though I like the cock of her headset. When it’s our turn in line, I can’t think of anything to say, but she’s the one who speaks first.
“Nice rifle,” she says when she hands me the bag.
I want to make my move, but ROMS won’t quit sniffing her, and he’s ruining everything! I kick him on the sly. When I do open my mouth, all that comes out is “extra ketchup.” Then I go and add, “S’il vous plait.”
She shakes her head and hands me two packets, like there’s a ketchup shortage or something.
The car behind us starts honking, so ROMS and I move along.

…ROMS can see my disappointment. “Why the long face?” he asks.
“Thanks, ROMS, but I don’t want to talk about it.”
“We can resolve this crisis together. We’re friends. First let’s start with some small talk. What do you think of the Raiders this year?”
That puts a smile on my face. ROMS is my friend. Some bomb robots, every time you turn them on you’re a new person to them. You have to reintroduce yourself and everything. But ROMS is different. We’re like a team–both of us dedicated to saving people, though I do it indirectly, of course.

I LOL’d at this point, and about four times total.

*For what it’s worth: I search-injun’d “Adam Johnson” plus “Palo Alto police”. Then I found Palo Alto Library’s number and called, pressing “2” twice to get a reference librarian. Anita entered my email address into something called Ebsco, which sent me the article, I printed on Terry’s HP but actually instead read here on her desktop’s screen, then cut-and-pasted back to WordPress, via Word. (I flashed on the vague comparison of the mixture of technology and human contact it took to do this with the wryly futuristic world of Johnson).

I also had the distinct pleasure of mentioning the news of Johnson’s award to my old friend Marianne Chowning Dray, who flattered and encouraged me by suggesting she might start following this humble blog, whose name I explained to her. She said that her son had been part of a championship basketball team, meanwhiles.

Here is the photo I took of him in November.

Adam Johnson, "The Orphan Master's Son", at Stanford's Serra House/Clayman Center, Election Day, November, 2012

Adam Johnson

edit to add, moments later: EBSCO is actually a billion-dollar media company and conglomerate based in Birmingham, Alabama founded in 1944 by  Elton B. Stephens. My experience with it makes up for my disappointment at not being able to access, from Palo Alto Main, a database called jstor, for a 1972 article about “incentive zoning”, by John Costonis. All in all, I would have preferred zipping over to the library, ringing the bell, and having friendly and efficient civil servant fetch March, 2002, Harper’s from basement, but, like Wendell Berry, I live in another world. Oh, yeah, it also turns out that all the youtube’s I’ve posted here are disabled at least for me here and now by our (or Terry’s) failure to upgrade our Flash or somesuch. Search “blocked plug-in”…

I could write a little bit better than this but why try? Although Johnson is pretty amazing, and an inspiration, the way his mind works, and his diligence. I think he said he wrote most of his book hidden away in a carousel at UCSF Medical library, speaking of hallowed halls.

Maybe a little Philip K. Dick thrown in, as well. He also told or read a story, to one of the Stanford crowds, of his dad, or a character’s dad, stealing food intended for the zoo’s animals.

My former neighbor Wallace Stegner won the Pulitzer, for comparison’s sake, in 1972, for “Angle of Repose” (when future winner Adam Johnson would have been four-turning-five, years of age — and I was eight, not yet by two years Stegner’s neighbors and read mainly the sports section and Scholastic sports biographies — that was the spring summer I started collecting baseball cards, buying them by the pack, Andy Dieden and I walking or biking to the historic –to us merely convenient — Saratoga Drug, or Sprouse-Reitz).

edit to add, later: Andrew Hinderaker for Stanford Magazine does a much better job with “Teen Sniper” and Johnson generally, at the time, plus, foreshadowing this week’s news, mentions Johnson’s mentor, the Pulitzer laureate Robert Olen Butler, my fellow Uranian.

 

Johnson became "obsessed" with North Korea. - Tamara Beckwith
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I’m trying to post Olivia Tremor Control live at Cubberley from April, 1999

Somebody captured and then delivered to me a cdr of Olivia Tremor Control at Cubberley Community Center (auditorium), from April 24, 1999. All told, I have about 40 hours of music from the 150 or so shows I produced there, back in the day.

The taper dude snagged a set list and reproduced it as album art and a type of crude set list. His cdr has 19 tracks and I am trying to reconcile them with the list (sometimes bands change their minds mid set about what they want to play).

Here is how it appears:

Can you come down…

New Day

Paranormal

https://archive.org/details/03Paranormal

Floated

Spring Succeeds

Sleepy Company

Hideaway

Umbrella>Sunshine (although they write it with a bracket in front of the two title)

http://archive.org/details/10SunshineFix

California Demise

https://archive.org/details/12CaliforniaDemise

Not feeling human

mystery

holiday surprise 2, 3

Window

frosted / green / princess

define

grass canons>hill top

There is an archive site that has an Olivia Tremor Control show at Cat’s Cradle in Carrboro, North Carolina from later than summer, with most of the same songs, but in a different order, for comparison’s sake.

So far the last two tracks, 18 and 19, about 15 minutes of the 72 minute set, came out corrupted, so I deleted it from my inventory — not sure if I only have to wash the disc and try again or what. There’s also a song they refer to as “Odorless Boatman’s Belt” that is not on the list.

If anybody from the band or label contacts me about underwriting some kind of proper release of this, I might throw down for that, within reason.

I also have the overruns of the poster in storage somewhere I can dig up if there is interest. It shows two women making “Oh” sounds, like in speech pathology. I borrowed the image from a New York Times article that came out around that time, my idea of fair use.O

For reference, I also found this footage of a reunion show in Brooklyn in 2012, with some of the same songs.

I remember the show being pretty great, although I wasn’t very familiar with the music, only that I had booked other bands from the Elephant 6, and I trusted the agent, Jim Romeo from what was still called at the time Twin Towers Touring (and became Ground Control when he spun off from working with Bob Lawton and moved to Chapel Hill area). The band had played GAMH the night before, and did an in-store at Aquarius on the next afternoon, which I caught part of.  You can tell, if you listen to these six or seven tracks, that the crowd appreciated the show, although there was not a huge turnout, which says more about doing shows at a community center in Palo Alto than the band’s draw per se.

edit to add, a few minutes later: either I am an idiot — quite likely, I’m a proud Luddite, at least — or WordPress simply does not support Itunes, and this is my girlfriend’s computer so I don’t know any other way to go from my cdr to her computer — anyhow the best I could do was open an account at the Internet Archive who did let me upload from Apple to them. So click here for the first nine minutes of the show (“Can you come down..”), and check back or ask me direct if I am going to clean up the setlist and post the rest to the same archive and here. The same site also has a show in Seattle the following week.

Rolling Stone wrote about the band three weeks before our show.

P.S. There’s also a cdr of The Music Tapes (Julian Koster) who toured together. I think it was a three-band package with Elf Power as well.

edit to add, 20 months later: somehow Stanford Daily archives has an account of this show, plus do note that my next post after inviting Neutral Milk to Cub, a photo of a dog, Ollie, I met again later, dog and dog-friend and was told her name was actually…Olivia! (maybe she channels the soul of leaving member of OTC?????)

OLIVIA TREMOR CONTROL
Kickin’ out the jams at the Palo Alto Cubberley Center
t’s easy to look on the ’60s with embart|gpient. Granny glasses, love beads, “flower power” « 112 Cr) … golly gee, how lame. Still, whether they were around or not, regard that era as something wonderful. Usuj|ofsudfaf an attitude is romanticized Nostalgia. The fascinating thing about Olivia Trefhor Control is that it manages to make music heavi-| ly embedded in the psychedelic pop era while avoiding nostalgia. Rather than re-create the musk of the era, Olivia Tremor Coqtrol simply seems to be influenced by the Bfiach Boys and the Beatles in the same way that manyJbands today are influenced by the Pixies and Pavement I mean “influence” in the best impossible. Olivia Tremor Control picks up where delic pop left off. It’s a brilliant idea, for ifs an incomplete history. Brian Wilsonof the Beadh Boys made one masterpiece, “P/r Sounds,” and then went literally insane with th« never com-‘ pleted follow-up, “Smile.” The Beatles (or at least John lennon) was onto something with “Tomorrow Never Knows” and “A Day in the Life,” but “The White Album* was a totally different direction. Syd Barrett, founder of Pink Floyd, went mad after the band’s first album. Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison … the casualties of the first psychedelic era are legion. \ How valiant to pick up an idea with so many potholes (pardon the pun). On “Black Foliage: Volume One” (Flydaddy), the group’s second album, Olivia Hremor Control mastered the studio trickery that made the Beades so revolutionary. The album consist* of well-crafted pop songs buried in dense layers of instrumentation and “found* sounds^. Naturally, I was unsure of what to expect from the band In concert J wasjblown away, then, by the gorgeous wall of noise that presented itself at the Cubberley Community Center last Saturday night. The stage was populated by eight to 10 wandering musicians picking up, discarding and trading Vflffottf instruments, including a tuba, banjo and tin can. Psychedelic films almost as intriguing as the music itself played across the band. Tight renditions of songs from the record bled into eipansive jams with no loss in coherency. Words can’t explain the “wow” psychedelia, but Olivia Tremor Control was onto something when it mentioned aJlWfihouse symphony” in one song lyric. Opening for Olivia Tremor auditorium that was eerily reminiscent of high school was the Music Tapes, who, like Olivia Tremor Control, is from Athens, Ga. If I described |it as a dada jugband from outer space, would that make sense? I hope so, because that’s what it y mm, it just .like, felt like I was there, • RYQMXJY (we presume Ryq Mxjy is a pseudolkda;fjsdlkj)

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