Jonah’s onelinedrawing’s Lytton Plaza

Free Concert JONAH MATRANGA (onelinedrawing, FAR) Tues. Nov. 6 noon Lytton Plaza Palo Alto

FREE CONCERT TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 2012 AT LYTTON PLAZA FEATURING JONAH MATRANGA OF ONELINEDRAWING. 12 NOON.

Years ago, when I produced concerts at Cubberley Theatre on a regular basis, twice a month or more for about six years running, I used to dream about booking such a popular act that all I needed to do to promote the show was tape one hand-made announcement to the window of Draper’s Music.

I thought about that when I posted this hand-made sign at Philz Coffee on Alma in Downtown Palo Alto today, about my arrangement to bring Jonah Matranga here for a free show Tuesday — tomorrow — Election Day — at Lytton Plaza, at University Avenue and Emerson Street. The show is a “nooner” and Jonah will play for about an hour.

I met Jonah in 2000 when, as onelinedrawing, he appeared at The Cubberley Sessions on a bill that also featured John Doe and Matt Nathanson. I saw Jonah in 2009 at Hotel Utah in San Francisco and was intrigued enough to follow him down to LA the next night to watch him (and Anna Rosenthal, from Germany) at Hotel Cafe.

When we got to LA, Jonah informed me that his appearance would be followed by a secret appearance by John Mayer, who was going to advertise his otherwise clandestine appearance by using some new do-hickey called Twitter.

Not to imply that either Jonah is going to draw an unsafe mob — like Metallica at San Jose Tower — or that John Mayer may secretly materialize, but I guarantee this performer will bring it down there at Lytton, which is Palo Alto’s version of People’s Park.

This is the fourth or fifth time I have induced (by secretive and proprietary methods of persuasion) a bona fide recording artist to busk at Lytton. Others have included Magnolia Sisters, Tommy Jordan of Geggy Tah, Beat Hotel Rm 32 and Lardner and Hermosilla. It’s also part of a little social experiment (or maybe a “social sculpture” ala Joseph Beuys if you excuse my Dutch) I call The International Congress of Buskers of Palo Alto, or ICO-BOPA.

Jonah has five albums under either the names FAR or onelinedrawing. No, check that: his own website says he has 26 cds, records or splits under the names Jonah, FAR, onelinedrawing, New End Original or Gratitude.  It says here that he has 4,356 followers on Twitter. Allmusic dot com lists about 90 credits for Jonah, including collaborations with Matt Nathanson, Kimya Dawson, Lupe Fiasco. Something tells me he was Matt’s college roommate maybe.

Part of my interest in producing an impromptu event at Lytton on Tuesday, November 6 is that it is also Election Day — I feel that Jonah’s performance has the potential to hermetically alter in a positive way the future of our great nation, well beyond what you too can observe empirically if you come on out yourself. Not that I can articulate the exact meaning of this but I also recall something I learned in college about the history of election day in the U.S, something about Edgar Allen Poe drinking himself to death on just such a fall occasion.

I should also admit that I got the idea for this show because Jonah had just played at San Pedro Square in San Jose, that was written about in San Jose Metro newspaper, a show produced by Eric Fanali’s Great Fanali Productions.

Here is Jonah playing with his band at a pretty big club a few years back:

Playing unplugged at Lytton Plaza will more likely resemble this clip of Jonah in a Sacramento record store:

This is a digression, but here is San Jose Metro’s coverage of the famous Metallica show in 1996, that resulted in charge-backs to the label and store from the City –again, not to worry, Palo Alto about Jonah Matranga at Lytton Plaza:

Lotsa Calls

The way that City Attorney Joan Gallo sounded last Thursday, you’d think the June 4 Metallica show at the South San Jose Tower Records resulted in a bottle-throwing melee. Criminal charges have been levied on Bill Graham Presents, Elektra Entertainment (Metallica’s label), Tower Records manager Barbara Williamson and a Tower Records vice president, Bob Delanoy, for the surprise parking-lot performance that drew 9,000 heavy metal fans and tied up traffic near Santa Teresa Boulevard and Blossom Hill Road for a few hours. In the aftermath of the noisefest, four separate charges were filed, including disturbing the peace, obstructing traffic, and failure to obtain permits to close streets and play amplified sound. Furthermore, the city finance director is sending a $7,000 bill to Tower Records to cover costs for police and fire department services. “I think the destruction that was caused deliberately and purposefully to get publicity and take advantage of this community needs to be dealt with in a criminal form,” the city attorney seethed. … When asked about the appropriateness of the punishment, one exasperated defendant involved in the impromptu concert told Eye: “You would have thought that we were kidnapping babies for Richard Allen Davis or something.” … Lauren Wood, a former promoter at One Step Beyond and California Concerts, points out that the cumulative total of traffic around the Arena during Sharks games has caused more delays than one concert, but they’re not considered criminally negligent. “San Jose has been gaining a nice reputation,” Wood puffed. “We get good bands at the Cactus Club; KOME has done a phenomenal job. The city, meanwhile, can’t pick a good slogan [“small-town-heart, big-city-soul”] and are acting like some backwoods sheriffs who want to teach Metallica a lesson. They do not see Metallica picking San Jose for a free concert as a good thing, or the positive coverage on MTV and CNN. They see they didn’t get money out of the show in tax revenues and parking fees. And they’re more than happy for them to come back in August.” … Meanwhile, Eye wonders whether 9,000 happy citizens at the show outnumbered complainers. Apparently no official numbers were kept on the number of complaints logged. “We received telephone calls and the City Council received calls,” summarized Gallo, without venturing a guess. “We got a lot of calls.” 

edit to add, a few minutes later: I studied American Literature at Dartmouth in the 1980s under James M. Cox and Horace Porter and my internet sussing here confirms my gray-matted-retrieval than indeed some say Edgar Allen Poe died after drinking heavily on Election Day. I did not recall, but link here, to something called “cooping” wherein people would try to alter election results by distracting certain types of voters, like taking out and getting drunk to keep them from the polls. With the Jonah Matranga concert, my aim is more to inspire people to vote or keep speaking up in dissent for what they think is going wrong with their community or country or species.

edit to add, a couple hours later: as onelinedrawing, Jonah has a more typical gig coming up Nov. 18 at Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco.

edita, the next a.m., after I did voter: Fanali is Grand not Great, of course, and even better says he will join us for lunch and our little deomocracy-saving ritual. who said: “I will never join a revolution I cannot nosh at”?

edit to add, November 20: Council approved the amplifier ban and I posted briefly on PAW report, but refrained from printing this more thorough discussion (it’s complicatered):

The question is: is it possible that City Attorney Molly Stump and eight council members are wrong and by banning amplifiers we are comprising an overly broad and not narrowly tailored prior restraint on free speech, by the First Amendment, part of the Bill of Rights, as described in, for example, Carew and Casey, as cited in this encouragingly voluminous website:
http://www.buskersadvocates.org/saaamplification.html

For example, I just ran into, here at Coupa, Zack, who plays electric bass in a band that performs at Lytton, when he is not by daylight a mild-mannered but rather hip software guy, at a venerable startup, downtown. Zack would not be able to play any more, without a permit, during business hours, at Lytton Plaza. The nature of his instrument –his talent, and assuming for the sake of argument he choses to play this, to a level of mastery and would not, as I suggested to him just now, merely switch to a guitar and unplug — is electric and it plugs into an electric amp, and he performs with a band, and not solo. He can of course control the volume of his output, to stay within the noise ordinances, as measured in dBs, reasonably and does not, in most people’s opinion constitute a raucous or ruckus merely by existing, but more importantly he fits in and augments and meters the beat, so to speak, of a group of like individuals, a band. Our ordinance misunderstands the nature of plugged in versus unplugged, electric vs. acoustic, rock versus folk, being a sideman versus a solo player, or what not and seeks to cram it all together into a (arguably) governable lump, for dubious purposes, I would argue. Zack’s choice of instrument and its accompanying amplifier is part and parcel of his message per se, and not mere TMP time place or manner. See also: Dylan at Newport. Ergo: amplifier is speech, and our law in unconstitutional.

So we will have to see if the law and the marketplace of ideas side with me and the musicians and the regular folk, or council and staff and the landlords. (and yes I read the many posts of people saying the music sucks and what-not, or they want to be treated like sheep and just want to get along and get a good shearing now and then; just as I disagree with the message when the Nazis marched in Skokie but prefer the First Amendment protecting even odious speech to a land where we are all gagged and forced to comply….I am saying that even the worst musicians deserve their rights and government should not tread there).

And if Molly et al are wrong the question is how did this happen? In how many more ways is self-governance compromised by an over-emphasis on property rights?

It’s interesting that our leadership to me is right wing in their privatization stances yet here is perfectly willing to adopt a redundant and unnecessary and over-reaching law –which sounds more like the worst of the left

p.s. another “tell” on this might be that when I expressed to Molly Stump just now my concern on this, as I did once prior passing her at Civic Center King Plaza months ago, she said “amplifiers are not speech; there is no guarantee of free electricity — you’re not gonna sue us are you?” and I said I would not. But the fact they conflate all these other side issues — like the people who allegedly used the power jacks to cook for themselves at Lytton Plaza — may indicate there is something flat out odd about the whole farrago.

The reality may be more nuanced than I can describe or our civic debate has realized, and time will tell.

edita-ed hour later, at PAW:

Carew-Reid v. Metropolitan Transportation Auth., 903 F2d 914 (2nd Cir. 1990);

Or I guess I could have said “reid carew” to be that much punnier…

but seriously, I have been watching this thing, writing on it and going to meetings for 15 months, and watching Lytton Plaza Grab overall for four years and it fits the pattern of leadership listening to anything and everything no matter how ridiculous from certain Big Money types — like McNellis, above — and completely ignoring just about everybody else, me included, and especially the people who don’t look like them, don’t act like them, don’t donate to their campaigns nor shop at trendy mall-on-Main chain stores, who actually despite what is said in the article BENEFIT from there being a lively scene at Lytton — would they rather be miles and miles from the noise of the city; the only thing in evidence is that certain people –dubbed “undesirables” and “sketchy people”, their words, on record — are being scapegoated by the power structure who have contrived this convoluted attempt to micro-manage the plaza, in effect, they are trying to privatize a public asset: what’s next, they are going to sell the rights to broadcast thru those cute little muzak boxes, and keep the money? Will they put up a fence like Gramercy Park?

People are telling me that Palo Alto is putting itself out of bounds and just as likely is ripe for a lawsuit from these people whose rights we are de-prioritizing, that the 9th Circuit Court is very First Amendment friendly, and numerous cases side with those that say you should not ban the amplifiers as a way to control the plaza: the noise ordinance as written is doing perfectly fine. (there’s also some nonsense from staff report that the noise ordinance is hard to enforce so that a new ordinance is needed — actually the cops don’t want to have to deal with this although a few are only so happy to do what the rich bosses tell them to do, though unofficially. At the stake holders meeting in January, my observation was that Sgt. Benitez didn’t want to be there and could not leave fast enough, as in, why all this wasting of his time on a non-issue? The issue of whether Downtown PAD warps our democracy is worth looking further into; in other music as rights cases they were the instigators.

meanwhile, I suggested to PAD that they make the best of it and underwrite a better music program that draws shoppers to downtown and Lytton rather than putting so much negative energy and moral judo towards harassing the poor, the musicians and we regulah folkses…

eat that peach, brah.

(mark weiss, concert promoter, former journalist, got 4,316 residentialist votes for council)

and1:

s developer John McNellis seriously arguing that the succession of losing tenants at Emerson and University is due to Dave Hydie’s version of “My Baby Done Left Me” being inferior to that of Big Bill Crudup or is it possible that the rent approaching $100,000 per month triple net is so outrageous that no business no matter how cute and cuddly the “handmade” silk throw pillows ($34, or $16 for just the insert) for sale could make it there, even if Dylan himself appeared one of these days, to busk, plugged in or not?

 

 

 

The First Amendment gives your tenant “pause”? I would press “eject”, for my dollar.

 

 

 

mbw

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Weiss in so many words

Terry Acebo Davis sent this artistic token of goodwill to the Mark Weiss 2012 Palo Alto City Council campaign. In fact, she entered this collage –comprised of words and phrases mostly out of context clipped from numerous other election season collateral –into an art show at Works Gallery in San Jose.

The illustration was donated by Robert Syrett and Terry Acebo Davis. I guess this was my “October Surprise” or my Halloween Trick/Treat. I also found under my pillow –left by either Gerald Rafshoon or the Tooth Fairy, but not Shepard Fairey — about 100 little buttons with this image. I am running a minimalist campaign and will feel this is hugely satisfying if I can find homes for all the little buttons.

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Anish Kapoor in Korea

Introduction 음성설명

Born in Mumbai, India in 1954, Anish Kapoor moved to England at the age of nineteen to attend the Hornsey College of Art and later the Chelsea School of Art and Design. While growing up, Kapoor was exposed to the ideas and cultures of both the East and the West; as a result, his work showcases universal concepts and sentiments rather than pursuing a particular artistic trajectory or form. Kapoor began producing his profound and uniquely fundamental works in the late 1970s. In Kapoor’s art, such differing and indeed conflicting elements as presence and absence, ‘inside’ and ‘outside’, co-exist and communicate with each other in apparently paradoxical models wherein filling comes through emptying, and spiritual enhancement is achieved through the body.
In the early 1980s, when Kapoor was in his late twenties, his art first began to attract the attention of the public. In 1990, he received the Premio 2000 award at the Venice Biennale. In 1991, winning the prestigious Turner Prize consolidated Kapoor’s position as an established artist. Over the last ten years, Kapoor has gone from strength to strength, with such major projects as Marsyas (2002) for the Tate Modern’s Unilever series; a large permanent installation entitled Cloud Gate (2004) in Chicago’s Millennium Park; Sky Mirror (2006) in New York’s Rockefeller Centre; and Leviathan (2011), the monumental installation project in Paris’ Grand Palais as well as Orbit (2012), which was built to commemorate the 2012 London Olympics. He has consistently proven himself to be an artist loved by the volatile world of contemporary art.This exhibition is Kapoor’s first major museum show in East Asia, and includes his most important works dating from the early years of his career to the present. The Ground Gallery houses Kapoor’s acclaimed early pigment works, as well as his Void works, large-scale monochromatic works and stainless-steel sculptures that cross the boundary between the material and the immaterial. Installed in the Black Box are works that embody the principle of the “auto-generated,” which transform the gallery into a vast space of creation and formation. The exhibition is the first to occupy the museum’s entire exhibition space including the outdoor sculpture garden, where his most recent major work Tall Tree and the Eye and iconic stainless steel sculptures are installed.

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Flying Cohen Brothers star in new LIARS video by Jordan Ellis

As an inside joke I am going to Swede this video without botching it up.

 

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Eusebio

Most people if they follow sports would say Pele is the best all time. I am talking soccer. I met a man from Cape Verde, a singer, who co-wrote one of the most famous songs of his genre — he lives in SF now — and he told me that Eusebio was his favorite. The name rang a bell. I looked it up. Sure enough, when Eusebio played against Pele, like in 1962, before I was born, Eusebio did outplay Pele. I am so indie and into underdogs that I always believe these claims that such-and-such is better than what everyone else believes.

Mark, new fan of Gossip, Presets, Los Campesinos, Melanie Eusebio w/Pete Mar or should you go by Pele Mal and Me Eusebio besides, in Palo Alto

edit to add, nearly three in the am: this cannot possibly make sense to anyone else on the planet — and I narrowly avoided trying to talk about seeing Stew in Sf and seguing to a clip I viewed a few minutes ago about Davey Havok on Broadway — but what if Beth Ditto of The Gossip did a tribute to Cesaria Evora, perhaps if not some day then soda-day. (which gets me back to the clip I have of Bill Cunningham titled “Green Day”)

The original post was a capture of an actual fan mail I wrote to the young co-host of “B-Sides” late night music show…half hour ago…

edit to add, 25 or 6 to 3: I really will have to add my Davey Havok at Cubberley photos to this site; all I have are some prints; I will either scan them in or Swede them (Sweding them in would be I shoot the photo with my crappy cell camera and upload that, like I did for me and Tim Bluhm…or me wearing Los Straitjackets mask)

edita with three zzz’s: for anyone who reads “Plastic Alto” for useful information about the music biz: Los Campesinos who play later today about an hour from here although it might as well be a light-year not bloody likely I get much closer to “Treasure Island” than “B-Sides” the tv show, are booked by Matt Hickey at High Road Touring and record for the Wichita Company and are from Wales — which makes me want to link to the new “Moby Dick” Jake Heggie in Friday’s Chron musical or opera and I also did post previously about I think Wales although it might have been Doob-lin and some rock band and some football team; Los Campesinos like footie — it all fits, yes?

cheese whiz call it a day — sabbath — “six days work one day vacation” — that “Wales” begat me making a timely link to Joshua Kosman or Kusman but not Jerry Koosman review of “…Dick” made me recall that Stew, who I AM NOT REVIEWING HERE — he shared the bill at the JCC with the “Ellen Bernstein Bat Mitzvah” — said he saw an article in today’s I mean Saturday’s Times –not necessarily folded lengthwise so as not to disturb fellow subway denizens — he is flying to Chicago tomorrow to debut some Sun Ra based materials –about Jews and Arabs making music, which made me search-injun and suss up this. Mucho gusto adios amoebas.

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A touch of grey goo (weird review of ‘Welcome to Dopeland’)

Note: This is a verbatim re-post of the world’s weirdest review of a 2011 Cake cd which I now claim is the world’s weirdest review of “Welcome to Dopeland” a film by Len Dell’Amico, I caught recently in Menlo Park and met the director. I should re-visit this and link to Dell’Amico’s video for “Throwing Stones”…

Maybe there is something wrong with my brain that I would even endeavor to write a post about Gang of FourCakeOliver Sacks, the Grateful Dead and national security. There is something wrong with me; I am taking albuterol sulfate through an inhaler to clear my lungs; I am congested and low energy; my fever is negligible. I am supposedly resting. I am procrastinating both my laundry and my tax preparation. If I had a really high fever perhaps I could use that as an excuse for making obtuse statements. I have used the cough syrup defense before, to limited effect.

I tivoed two late night shows last night to try to catch performances by two favorite bands, Cake and Gang of Four. The news of the 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan pre-empted the Cake broadcast, although I found it elsewhere, “Sick of You,” from “Showroom of Compassion”.

Whatever else it is, this post is the world’s worst review of Cake’s new cd, which I like quite a bit. Ironically, Cake’s performance contract used to specify that the opening acts would feature “no hippie bands”.

I am pretty weak on Gang of Four, although there is much respect and space enough and time to catch up. One thing I noted is the replacement of Hugo Burnham on drums with a younger chap named Mark Heaney. I met Hugo a couple time because as an A&R man for Quincy Jones‘ Qwest Records (Warner) he signed Godschild which included my cousin Craig Ruda on bass. Later, when Hugo started a management company named Huge and Jolly, he worked with a local favorite band, Deathray (which included, by the way, two leaving members of Cake). But before meeting Hugo, I was not familiar with Gang of Four.

The shot above is from what I thought to be an excellent performance of a new song “You’ll Never Pay For The Farm” from a new set called Content. A quick asussment online reveals that Jon Pareles among others agree that Gang of Four is still relevant. Not to digress too far afield, but gleaning the wiki on GOF confirmed my recollection that they were down with Mekons at Leeds; Mekons being another group of Brits making still-relevant music if slightly below the limelight.

While flying through the commercials to find my way to the music part of the show (and not to dismiss funny moments with Adam Sandler and Glee member Chris Colfer, 20) I slowed to notice a new film based on an essay by Oliver Sacks, “The Last Hippie” about a music fan with, one would guess, some sort of neurological or brain disorder (presumably more remarkable than a headache from too much coughing up phlegm). The story is not from the recent “Musicophilia” tome, but from an earlier set of essays “An Anthropologist on Mars”; it’s 33 pages from that 1996 book. The movie (and trailer) features bits of the Grateful Dead and visions of album covers from their catalog and heyday.

My first thought (second, after “Hey I should use my illness as an excuse to put off taxes — maybe I should blog for an hour before I start my day”) was to make my post about Michael McFaul, the 48-year-old National Security Advisor and Stanford graduate who I met two or three times years ago. How is that? It seems that before the Rhodes scholarship,the Phd., and his appointments on faculty (in an endowed chair) and at the Hoover Institute,  McFaul also was a Deadhead. I recall going to my first Dead show, at the Greek Theater in Berkeley, in 1982, with he, K., and my blind date, a hip (or hippy) looking classmate of mine named J.  K. and Michael dated, while J. and I never got past that one night. Anyhow I have been impressed that the Billings, MT, native has climbed so quickly in national politics and I for one believe that whatever doors of wisdom and perception the Dead helped him (and all of us) pass through are an aid to him as he advises our president on important matters like whether to drop bombs on people. (And I don’t feel too bad outing him, McFaul, in this matter; presumably my version of his social life and mindset can be confirmed or he has been outed long ago by dozens of his Stanford peers from his undergrad days).

This also calls to mind “I Am Charlotte Simmons” the Tom Wolfe book about the antics our young elite during their Future World Leader incubations, researched in part during the author’s residency at Stanford; McFaul was from a previous generation, of course. A more normal person would have let the Cake or Gang of Four stuff displace the McFaul gossip idea, I admit. But I am a hack, cough cough. (But not a Colfer).  And I want to juxtapose “McFaul” and “deathray” for the record, if only ironically.

Edit to add, May 31, 2011: Peter Baker of The New York Times reported Sunday that Obama will name Michael McFaul as Ambassador to Russia. I am downgrading the significance of my mini-scooplet outing “McFaul the Deadhead” based on the fact that it is widely reported that Obama key advisor David Axelrod is a big Deadhead. The entirety of my point is that I do beleive that exposure to the arts, and appreciation of the arts can hone one’s judgement on many important issues. Whatever McFaul’s understanding of the work of Garcia, Weir et al, however deep into the scene he got, he is a brilliant guy and a great American and I obviously wish him the best in his endeavors towards a better world, or world peace or whatever the brief apt description or goal of his job is.

edita, October 10, 2012: not sure this brings it full circle or further gobs up the wheels but I have meanwhile become a fan of a quirkly little movie, with legs, called “Welcome to Dopeland” by Len Dell’Amico the videographer of the Grateful Dead; it’s a cautionary tale about nanotechnology but like many great monster movies, it can be a metaphor for many other things, hence its trippy power:

a couple years later: I re-edited this to add the unfortunate news that Len Dell’amico is suing the Dead and other parties (Rhino, et al) because they promised him a back-end for his work but they say it was work-for-hire and they are all square. I was gonna name check him apropos of the political power unleashed by close readings of the Dead message (after, for instance, McNally, 2003) and say that his movie was political allegory, but I am imagining that this dispute at least for the time being makes him more of a pariah.

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Lefsetz on Westergren

I’ve been a hater on Pandora since day one. I was psyched to see that industry gadfly Bob Lefsetz didn’t mince words on this topic:

This is why the music industry hates technologists. Self-satisfied pricks like Tim Westergren who believe they’re entitled to make a huge profit off the hard work of others, in this case the copyrighted material known as music. And he rationalizes it by saying it’s good for the public. Isn’t that like saying free food is good for the public? And free cable TV? But who’s gonna pay to grow staples and lay the pipe?

 Well played young man.
Westergren is a Stanford grad who played piano in local hotels while trying to advance his band but then figured out how to make millions on the backs of better musicians and bands. I’ve probably spent less than 10 hours on Pandora and think its supposed “mentaculus” is a sham; the average college radio dj does a more interesting job of picking segues. It’s kind of a prank on the Turing test or the machine that plays chess; I mean, it’s more The Turk than Deep Blue, but it does effectively capitalize on the same truism that Earthwise does less effectively: there is a vast universe of great unheard bands beyond the industry controlled “Top 40”.
It’s been amusing to be a Luddite concert promoter here in the epicenter of high tech. I’ve produced about 200 shows in Palo Alto, since 1994. Pandora does more for the proliferation of high tech than it does for music. In a related matter, I nearly evaded a fist fight in Old Pro sports bar for saying that Al Davis did as much for his field as Steve Jobs. A guy in a Packers shirt wanted to kick my ass, until a mutual friend interceded.
And excuse the irony of my outro with Joe Jackson in that neither I nor the poster have the rights to this topical performance (although I am not monetizing so I think of it as fair use — and the further irony that I believe the leading search engine overpaid for the leading user-generated content site which is or was principally a borrowed content site, and worth bank, on the backs, et cetera)
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New York street music from Santa Cruz

This popular video of street music in New York features Jesse Scheinin the son of San Jose Mercury writer Richard Scheinin.

edit to add: if that link don’t go thru, there’s also this video:

I guess the kid is out there working it, such that he also ends up in a PBS film:

related story: Donny McCaslin has a new cd out this week. (the connection is that Donny is also a jazz sax guy in NYC from Santa Cruz…not to step on Jesse’s moment in the plastic)…

edit to add a minute later, not a New York minute, or a euphemistic hipster minute that means next week or next month but not never, but real minute, ok 2:00: for a real jazz Charles Ives kind of thing, play all three videos at the same time….

Jesse Scheinin is totally a candidate for ICOBOPA or something better down here….there should be an ICOBOPA of 20 sax players in different downtown locales.

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‘Five Tables At A Cafe’

(If it means anything to anyone, I snapped these photos in rabid succession while reading about the minimalist and eclectic Robert Wilson, a piece in the recent The New Yorker by Hilton Als, especially “Einstein On The Beach”.


http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2012/09/17/120917crat_atlarge_als

The New York Times was relatively unimpressed.

Sometimes you have to cut and paste not merely click.

Now, a couple hours later, it actually looks more like twelve tables and six people although some of those six people might be the same person twice, if that is even possible. To what extent are we the same person twice, or more like a river, changing all the time? Sometimes I cannot help but feel that I am wasting all of my time.

 Fifteen tables and nine people?

I left the fifth and final shot of the series of five “unslugged” such that it would preserve the exact time stamp, a Saturday around 2.

Eighteen tables and fifteen people, comprising “Five Tables At A Cafe”, the article referenced three types of shots in “Einstein”, close-up, medium-shot and something the scope of which compares to the fact that Wilson grew up in Waco, Texas. That triggered my impulsive intrusion into the lives of my fellow Cafe Society members. Coinky or not, the last group, in the interior section where I was, left directly after this shot. I was shooting the couple against the window; between them you can see what used to be the entrance to the famous social media social network company, for what that’s worth -less than fifty billion dollars I would think.

I was shooting the couple, across the room, not the nearer group of actually three women (we see two here). Before I started shooting, some time before, I noticed the woman in green and that she was wearing a sorority shirt but it featured a Native American motif; I am guessing Florida State Seminoles, and almost had the nerve to approach the table and question her about it).

edit to add, a few minutes later: this is gratuitous non-coincidence just an overlap or something but I started quoting some old song lyric, because partly because the script for “Einstein…” apparently has some lyrics flung in there, but didn’t remember what I was referencing and when I typed in the lyric fragment to the search-injun it reminded me that it was Fleetwood Mac “Over My Head” by Christine McVie and that the first couplet has “paradise” and “cold as ice” and I thought of the fact but fairly trivial thing that when Wilson was a special ed teacher and trying to connect to his students he created, according to Als — maybe referencing the two or three other primary researchers writing about Wilson — a character named Ice Man, who carried blocks of ice “like suitcases” (which I couldn’t quite picture — did he fasten them with handles?). Also, and only my coach and my freshman roommate still recall this, my mock-nickname in high school, rhymes with “Weiss”, _ _ _. The true obsessive then searches for any other overlapping reference to “christine mcVie” and “einstein on the beach” but I will stop here.

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Burghers, bridges, and blessings

Four snaps on the theme of thread of public works, public art, chance encounters, history and such. A tad quotidian, admits.

First, as I strolled campus on a mid-day break, I noted the incoming freshman (2016) in team-building, social-media-intensive yet fun orientation projects, in groups of five or six, usually co-ed.

Devon from Pennsylvania indulged me in a shot next to the Rodins at the Quad. Not sure if the students’ project had them thinking any harder than I was about Rodin, Calais, Hundred Years War or Burghers. I didn’t realize, for instance, that Burghers, in the sense of commercial merchants, is the translation of the sometimes-cognate French word bourgeois. My European history is limited to one class with Wood and Lagomarsino, years ago (and for comparison, as far I as I know, my people, contemporaneous to the period depicted by Rodin, and nearly until the time of Rodin himself, were schutzjuden, meaning  a protected class of not-quite-full-citizens in Eastern Europe and Germany).

Five minutes earlier I accosted a group who were posing on a cover to what should be and perhaps again will be a Maya Lin kinetic sculpture, which is being repaired. They tolerated politely my brief art history lecture and then proceeded on with their fun.

Earlier in the day I had stopped traffic behind me for a second to snap an architectural detail in the form of perhaps frescoes of medical scenes at PAMF, the one I was trying to capture seems to be a homage to the work at the old PAMF, now Palo Alto Historical Society. It is small enough in scale not to stop traffic too significantly, I hope.

You have to squint, but if you look too closely you may go blind

Similarly, I snapped a rolling view recently of the spans of Bay Bridge. People with less than 30 years driving experience should not try this. I promise not to do it again.

My campus excursion included popping in on El Centro Chicano, at Old Union, on Lausen Mall and suddenly noticing the 1980 mural, more recently restored, by Jose Montoya, and more timely an new interior set of murals by Berkeley’s Juana Alicia (I think her apellido is Montoya tambien, but am unsure of a connection). The center is hosting a reception for Juana Alicia and the new murals on November 9, according to Frances Morales, PhD., associate dean and director of the center, who has been at Stanford 20 years, and hails from South Texas by way of a b.a. from Fresno State (her doctoral is from Stanford). The photo is actually from a previous wandering — I generally walk, if it is part of my so-called workout, without phone or watch or any other gadgets beyond what the good Lord did me with bless.

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