Cube^2 or hypercube by Andrzej Sekula


I am not sure how I got here but I am compelled to post this short video, rarely seen (66 views), of a 2002 film “Cube2” or hypercube by Andrzej Sekula, a Polish cinematographer and director. It reminds of: “The Matrix”, “Inception”, Winchester Myster House, the Simpsons’s version of “Tron”.
This is mostly a music blog but here I have posted three consecutive items about film.

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Sayles as Lardner

I and I caught “Eight Men Out” on cable tv, and then captured this still of John Sayles, as Ring Lardner, singing a parody of “I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles” (by Burr and Campbell, 1919, Tin Pan Alley thing):

I’m forever blowing ball games;

Pretty ball games in the air;

I come from Chi;

I hardly try;

Just go to bat and fade and die;

Fortune comes my way;

That’s why I don’t care

I’m forever blowing ball games;

And the Gamblers treat us fair.

Youtube has an authentic version of the song; interestingly, the British football club West Ham does a version of this, I also found.

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Nellie McKay street music movie

Nellie McKay (standing, in red pants) and four other musicians or mere humans pretending to be musicians, in “Downtown Express” a film.

Nellie Mckay and at least four other fellow travelers play street music and concert music, in a film, and perhaps appearing nearby and soon, like in San Jo, maybe or maybe not part of ZERO1, and someday, or in a parallel universe for The International Congress of Buskers of Palo Alto (ICO-BOPA).

I wrote previously about crashing an interview in the lobby of a Hotel in 2009 at SXSW in Austin. I will edita with a better take on this David Grubin film, called “Downtown Express”.

I believe that Philly-based sax player Sabir Mateen also appears in the project, diegetically.

Nellie McKay performs Sunday, Oct. 21 at Montalvo.

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Ava Mendoza Trio shreds Smith-Andersen art show and party

Dominique, Nick and Ava sound-checking at Smith-Andersen

Ava Mendoza, Dominique Leone and Nick Tamburro crushed it like so many pomegranates going POM Saturday at the opening party at Smith-Andersen Gallery in Palo Alto. They played three short sets over two hours, then rushed up to Berkeley for a club show at Starry Plough. I schmoozed with about a half dozen fans, artists and staff before retreating to a stool within two feet of the keyboards, for my own little peace of music/food/art/weather heaven. I am not sure if they noticed when, finishing 90 percent of my bottled water, I blew across the mouth a few times, at, to my mind, appropriate points in measure, to create if not a note per se than something note-like, or more note-like than noise-like. That I subsequently kicked a group of hanging nearby metal rulers and t-squares a couple times did not seem to inspire much ire either. I may have clapped once or twice, after a song. I hooted first once than twice. “That was a double-whoop!”

Good luck to Ava and gang, with new cd and changing their name, to Unnatural Ways. But don’t change that sound!

PS. this is a weird segue and speaking of heaven but my “pomegranates going POM” reminds me that I caught “60 Minutes” talking with a supposed former Navy SEAL who wrote under the name Mark Owen about about the killing of Osama Bin Laden and that he added the detail that on his way home given liberty he stopped for “two tacos and a bean burrito” at Taco Bell reminds me of the restroom-based  danger-evading story-telling scene from Tim Roth in Tarrantino’s “Reservoir Dog”. edit to add, two minute later: Mr. Orange (Tim Roth) “bag full of pot room full of cops” bathroom scene>>>

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Thomas lifts giant boulder at LACMA

A two-hundred-foot-tall anthropomorphic being

Thomas the Giant toys with Heizer boulder

descended on LACMA recently and examined the nut part of Michael Heizer’s “Levitated Mass” with his two fingers. He said his name was Thomas and had studied art in other galaxies.

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Recipe for Cherry Colgado Pie

Recipe for Cherry Colgado Pie
1. While in Minneapolis, near or at the Walker Art Center and Walker Sculpture Garden, do not fail to notice the giant Cherry on a Spoon, by Claes Oldenburg. Take a picture, or get your hands on the brochure. (aku “Spoonbridge and Cherry 1985-1988″)
2. In Hanover New Hampshire, the Hood Museum at Dartmouth College has a sculptural piece by Juan Munoz (1953-2001) called “Hombre Colgado Pie (Man Hanging From His Foot, 2001)”. If the piece is not to be found on display, the little gift shop usually has a post card of this work.
3. In your mind, or with a scissors and paste, or some high falluting high tech thingamajig, juxtapose or put together as in a dream or a mash, these two concepts. Cherry plus colgado pie equals cherry colgado pie.
4. Serves one to six billion. Store the rest in a container, well-chilled for future use, reissue, a caprice.
5. For a little more spice, listen to “Symphony for improvisers” while you work, or certain hockey broadcasts, BUT NOT BOTH. See also.

Note may also be served with couscous van bruggen

edit to add: I described this project and even showed my actual sketch to the actual artist Kara Maria (fka Kara Maria Sloat) and she took me serious enough or indulged me enough to ask about production per se. So yeah maybe I could write to Hood Museum about lending Juan Munoz “Hombre” and letting travel like the mother in William Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying” all the way from Hanover to Minneapolis in a carriage or hearse and then, so, yeah, can it hang from from the Cherry stem, so how, for a minute. And maybe Dave Douglas or Steve Bernstein can gather there and play Don Cherry, his music. But for now the piece is a thought-experiment (like a Yoko Ono thingy) or exists only in Plastic Alto. (And not to digress but last night a PBS doc about Mexico 1910-1930 and Eisenstein said something about “film and plastic arts”. What are “plastic arts”?)

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Charlie Hunter new duo cd and interview in LA Times

LOS ANGELES TIMES INTERVIEW
Guitarist Charlie Hunter talks ‘jam bands,’ jazz and going it alone
After nearly 20 years of recording, it’s remarkable how much ground Charlie Hunter has covered. Rising out of the Bay Area jazz scene with a freakish virtuosity on a custom eight-string guitar that allowed him to play bass and melody lines simultaneously, Hunter performed at Lollapalooza in 1993 and released the first of six albums for Blue Note in 1995. Since then he’s recorded with musicians that include drummer Leon Parker, vibraphonist Stefon Harris and Norah Jones, who sang on two tracks for Hunter’s 2001 album “Songs From the Analog Playground.”Often lumped in with the so-called “jam band” crowd after earning a following on the festival circuit, Hunter’s music isn’t so easy to pigeonhole. Having touched on elements of soul-jazz, reggae and boisterous funk-rock in the past, Hunter recently set aside electronics for a cleaner tone well-suited for a 2010 solo album of classic covers chosen by his 100-year-old grandfather aptly called “Public Domain.”This weekend Hunter comes to the Mint for two nights with drummer Scott Amendola, who’s played with Hunter since the ’90s. Keep reading for Hunter’s thoughts on moving beyond the jam-band scene, his ambivalence toward being labeled a jazz artist and the benefits of going it alone in today’s music industry.After you first came up in the ’90s it seemed like you were part this mini-movement that brought new life into jazz around the so-called “jam band” scene. Is that how it felt for you at the time?I feel like we were more on the fringe of that world. I mean, it was certainly economically helpful at times, that’s for sure. Because you get into a situation where there’s very few outlets for your music, and you’ve got to go to the outlets that are going to help you make a living … I certainly hope my music is in no way, shape or form influenced by anything that would be known as a jam band. If it is, then I’m going to do something else. (laughs)It doesn’t matter to me because you don’t really get to choose the era you live in and you do not get to choose the marketplace within which you have to function. I don’t enjoy that world very much — and I know it’d be smarter if I did because that’s where all the money is — but I’d rather play a really intimate show for 50 people and really feel like I did something that was a quality experience for everybody involved rather than one of those giant shows and you’re playing at excruciatingly loud volume levels…. There just comes a point where you reach a certain age and can no longer be a part of that. I understand the importance of it, and I’m totally for it for anyone who can deal with it. But it’s not for me, I’ve proven that I can’t do that.

Plastic Alto interloping here: I started a rock series, at Cubberley, with punk and art punk bands, and included Charlie Hunter Trio, which I thought was part of an “acid jazz” scene, and or came out of the Elbo Room in SF and there was this type of dichotomy, or so I thought with Charlie Hunter on one side and Broun Fellinis on the other. Through Charlie I got turned on to, for instance, Bill Frisell, and somewhere along the way everyone from Danilo Perez and Medeski Martin and Wood to, yes, Leon Parker, Steve Lacy, and now I do more work in jazz than rock. But it was jazz or a part of jazz before jam. Notable here that Charlie cut his teeth in certain ways with Michael Franti in Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprosy.

For years there was always that debate of what constituted jazz music or a jazz artist. Did that ever come up with you, whether you “fit in” as a jazz musician?

Well, maybe so. I think when I was younger I let that get to me, but the fact of the matter is jazz really stopped when Louis Armstrong switched from cornet to trumpet. I’d have to be in a time machine to really be a “jazz musician,” right?

I’ve spent — and spend — countless hours sitting with those recordings and learning as much as I can, and I have an affinity for that music. And hopefully in some form in the time that I’m living I can do that music some kind of justice. But generally I think that whole concept of whatever you want to call “jazz” . . . I don’t know of too many musicians who think in those terms.

Unless you’re Wynton Marsalis, who I think is brilliant and definitely managed to decide what [jazz] is and the parameters within which you have to function to be considered a jazz musician. And I think he’s right, I would definitely agree with him. My whole issue is I want to try and make a living music that comes from what [Wynton] is doing. I would much rather listen to him play and do what he does than a guy who’s my age or younger who’s really earnestly “trying to be a jazz musician.”

PAIH: I recall showing some teenagers my schedule of shows and a young listeners said, in reaction to my written description of the rock band Cake, including a horn section “Oh, I like jazz” like having a trumpet made a band jazz. Doug Wamble is down with the Marsalis machine and played with Charlie, in that realm. John Mayer is a fan of Charlie, has jammed and written with him and can sing back or maybe play entire CHT solos.

You’re on a seven-string guitar now, and as you came up that was your thing: You were the guy who could play the bass and guitar at the same time. After so many years has that ever felt limiting?

That’s an interesting question. . . Isn’t this whole creative music thing partly making your own sound? And doesn’t that mean learning all that’s happened before you and using that as a toolbox to move into something that’s more of an honest expression of your humanity? I feel like it’s been a lot more work than it would’ve been if I had just played a guitar and a bass and just went from there. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It actually simplifies things, and [allows me to] be more direct. And less desperate (laughs). Because there’s really nothing more desperate than a guitar player playing a lot of notes.

PAIH: Charlie also kicks butt on the Brazilian tamborine.

You’ve been self-releasing albums since 2008. What inspired you to go that route?

Well, it wouldn’t make any sense for me to do anything else. If you had a record company, why would you give me any money to sell so few records? Whereas I can make a record really inexpensively that sounds really good, and I can sell enough CDs to be able to make the next record. So it just made sense.

PAIH: Touring is the model, as fine as most of those cds are.

That’s interesting because for a long time you were on Blue Note–

Yeah, but that was a different day. There still was a record industry and that whole way of doing business. Scott and I were talking about that, we were on Conan O’Brien, and we toured opening for Tracy Chapman and we did a million of these really high profile things and everyone was going, “Oh man, next week you’re going to SoundScan 10,000 records, you’re going to do this, you’re going to do that.” And I’m just like, no matter how accessible we think what we do is, it’s really not. It’s going to be inaccessible to 90% of the public, so don’t even bother trying to reach them. They’ll find you if they need to. Let’s worry about the 10% — and there’s a lot of people in that 10%. Worry about trying to find them, and you’ll find those people.

PAIH: We can buy his new cd by download here. I am such a fan I would pay money to watch Charlie Hunter and friends move furniture and clang pots together, it would be part of the same wave or expression and their talent would show thru. Someone should make a video of Charlie Hunter knocking on his neighbors doors to collect money for his son’s little league team, selling chocolate covered almonds or something. The “knock-knock” would have a musicality and uniqueness and integrity and continuity. I will ask him about this when I get the chance. Like the Richard Serra film of trying to catch a falling pipe.

I did a phoner interview with Charlie for KZSU not too long ago, maybe I can type up a transcript and post it here, or link the actual file.

I also have about five hours of five different Charlie Hunter performances, with five different groups, that some day I will work out a rationale and model to share these with the people. “Charlie Hunter Live(s) at the Cub”.

edit to add, Friday: I sent a quick note to Bob Lefsetz apropos of Amanda Palmer, who famously invites fans to perform on stage with her and does not pay them, about Charlie’s 2010 self-release “Gentlemen, I Neglected To Inform You You Will Not Be Getting Paid”. Which makes me wonder how much Charlie and Co had to pay Norah Jones to tour with him or was it a buy-on? I saw Norah the other night on late night and they said she is up to 40 million in sales.

 

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Anna Fermin in Los Angeles

Anna Fermin

The Cohen Brothers and I caught Anna Fermin at Genghis Cohen’s in Los Angeles this summer. It was part of Anna’s West Coast debut, venturing this way from Chicago, as my family did in 1968 (Anna was on tour; we have stuck it out, here, but I get back to Chi town when I can, like in 2009, on tour with Dao Strom, we opened for Anna Fermin’s Trigger Gospel at Schuba’s a former beer distribution club. Speaking of the 312, good luck to Menlo Park’s Zoe Starkey, studying music biz at Columbia College of Chicago. Zoe’s mom Kathleen Daly runs the popular Zoe Cafe in Menalto Corners here).

I get a lot of mileage telling blues musicians of a certain vintage that I was born on the South Side of Chicago.

Good luck to Anna Fermin and her new cd release, and we hope to see her soon either out here or back there.

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‘Plastic Alto’ v. ‘Svayambh-PA” (WEISS COUNCIL BLOG RE-DIRECT)

THIS IS THE ARTS BLOG OF MARK WEISS.

FOR THE CAMPAIGN BLOG “MARK WEISS FOR PALO ALTO CITY COUNCIL” CLICK HERE. (Or keep reading, for more info “Plastic Alto” v. “Svayambh-PA”…)

“Plastic Alto” is an arts blog, that also covers politics and policy isssues. Of the first 450 posts, 104 were in the category “Plato’s Republic” my term of things that are political. Some of those were about Palo Alto issues, while others were about street music and “Howl”, things that merely have political elements.

When I decided to run for 2012 City Council, I started a separate blog, “Svayambh-PA: Or, the New Residentialist Platform (NRP)” to sort the campaign writings from the arts writings and posts.

At first I was going to make no mention of the campaign on this blog; now I realize I would be better off trying to redirect people from here to there. Neither blog has much of a following, but “Plastic Alto” is much more popular than “Svayambh-PA”, or pops up easier in the search-engines.

I may re-post some of the 104 political articles on “Svayambh-PA”. There are also some article I’ve written for Patch and numerous posts on the comments section of Palo Alto online (the site of the Palo Alto Weekly).

My intention is to make my campaign blog the main tactic to reach voters by November 6.

Search “svayambh” and “Palo Alto” on the leading engines, or link here.

Mark Weiss, at Clear Story, on Monday, July 16, 2012, photo by Buckley Dueker (a photo of the public art piece by Mildred Howard, is on the mast head of “Svayambh-PA”; it’s pronounced SVA like “school of visual arts”, YAM like the tuber and “BH” like “Be Happy”, then PA like Palo Alto)

edit to add, October 27, 2012: For the first time ever, after three months, “Svayambh-PA: Or, The New Residentialist Platform” had more hits than “Plastic Alto”. Generally speaking, the council campaign blog so far has had about one-tenth the traffic of my general blog. So far, with 10 days left until the election, only a small fraction of potential voters have learned about my campaign via my wordpress blog, unfortunately. Although, as Ed Moore used to say, not all the cards have been dealt.

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They belong together

I grabbed a fistful of music, three consecutive titles somewhat randomly from the bins at Palo Alto’s College Terrace library, on my way to the computers, to check my email: “Rockin’ All Night: The Very Best of Ritchie Valens” (1993, Del-Fi), “Texas Flood” by Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble (1983, produced by John Hammond for Epic/CBS>Sony) and “All Signs Point to Life” by The Variable Stars (2006, self-release). What all three cds have in common of course is the unfortunate demise of the principals in all three projects: Valens, famously “the day the music died” in a plane crash in XXXX, Vaughan slightly less famously in a helicopter crash leaving a festival in Wisconsin in 1995, and Brad Johnson the leader or co-leader of a local band, who took his own life in 2009, and in most places will probably remain obscure and he nearly anonymous.

I was surprised that the cd was in stock at the library. Brad Johnson actually worked at that very branch, whatever the connection or timing of those facts actually are. I scrutinized the cd packagings and liner notes and pecked around the internet to put these bare facts in a little more context. Typical of my habit (and I know I am not alone), I took quite a few detours on tangents.

Brad was a friend; we did the tiniest amount of work together. His band was the opening act for a small show, the first of seven or eight shows in a series, I produced in a local art gallery, in 2005. Truth be told, I booked Brad mainly because he was a likeable guy and we’d almost always greet each other when I came into the library. At his other job, he sometimes snuck me free popcorn. Brad’s band opened for a monologist whose project involved depictions and descriptions of black women’s hair in France, Africa and the U.S. Brad had interesting hair, like a pompadour. He apologized that his band was off that day, but I liked them just swell.

The Ritchie Valens cd had me sussing out a bit of repertoire trivia, about the song “We Belong Together” which I noticed was co-written by someone with my last name, Sam Weiss (although at other citations it is attributed to Hy Weiss). I found an obituary for a Sam Weiss who owned a record store in New York but was unsure if we are talking about the same person. There was also a Sam Weiss jazz drummer who played on the Jack Benny show.  One of these days I will write a more thorough story on all the Weisses I can find in the music biz. I like to joke that I am number 4 on the “Mark Weiss + Music” power charts behind a founder of a ticketing service, the leader of a SoCal rock band and a jazz-singing dentist in Florida.

Regarding SRV, I would have to admit that, as a habitual contrarian, I get a lot of mileage out of talking up “country blues” (acoustic music) at the expense of the more obviously popular guitar-god music of SRV — or I tout a more obscure legend like Freddie King — but I did make it a get a photo of myself next to the Stevie Ray Vaughan memorial in Austin, in 2009.  I like the way he stands casually, some say like Michealangelo’s David, but that his shadow shows him “in action”.

An A&R oddity I noticed on the blues cd is that the song “Testify” was attributed to “unknown” in terms of songwriting yet other places list it as a George Clinton song. I listened to a posted version of a 1967 R&B charting song “I Wanna Testify” by Parliaments but could not hear if this is the source for what Stevie Ray Vaughan used to play.

When Brad died I sent a note to the head of libraries here in Palo Alto suggesting that there could be a concert in his honor; my understanding is that the memorial service featured his music, sung and performed by his friends. Also, The Corner Laughers new cd, I wrote about below, included some tribute material to Variable Stars, and perhaps will include a portion of the songwriting and publishing  attributed to him. There is also a video of his friends and former bandmembers performing the songs he was working on when he passed.

And excuse me if this is too tangential even by “plastic alto” logic, but I could not help clipping from a stack of newspapers in my apartment this morning news (and a cool photo) of a galaxy that “seems to have come back to life for some reason” is 6 billion years old, “3 trillion times the size of our sun” and gives birth to more stars in a day than ours, the Milky Way, does in a year. No, I do not know what it all means. But it makes me think, or at least makes my fingers tap the keys.

edit to add, three weeks later: today at library downtown, I am rushing through my time allotment, with 10x too many things to try and gloss or suss, but also grabbed, from bins: Etta James, “Matriarch of the Blues” BMG Private Music, produced by Lupe DeLeon cover art by tattoo artist Roy Gonzales with an “s”; Gotye “Making Mirrors” Universal. 2011; Joan Baez “Diamonds and Dust” A&M 1975, and Dylan “Love and Theft”. Up! Gotta go!

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