Sweet smell of McGee

Barry McGee 

A special exhibition at our off-site space
1717 17th Street, San Francisco
hours: Thursday – Saturday 11am -5pm
April 14th – May 19th , 2012
Reception: April 14th from 3:00 – 6:00 p.m
 
 
 
Barry McGee PosterBarry McGee and Friends at 1717 17th Street, San Francisco CA
Gallery Paule Anglim is pleased to announce a special exhibition by Barry McGee at the gallery’s off-site space at 1717 17th Street in San Francisco’s Potrero Hill district. Contemporary Arts Centre describes the community acknowledging its present and past: an installation featuring work by McGee and fellow invited artists.Moving easily across the boundaries of street art, historical High Art, private/anonymous art practices and museum-sanctioned collections, Barry McGee has created and collaborated on artworks appreciated by a broad audience. Acclaimed for his work as a graffiti artist and for his installations in galleries, museums and art festivals around the world, the artist crafts a language that resonates as a shared public experience as well as on a private intimate scale. Addressing social concerns of urban life, yet elaborating a unique personal style, McGee’s works focus on a shared humanity, one painstakingly hand-detailed, finely-painted image at a time.McGee’s work has been shown widely in the San Francisco community and internationally, includingThe Venice Biennale (2001) and the Biennale de Lyon (2009-2010,) the Geffen Contemporary at MOCA Los Angeles, the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, the UCLA Hammer Museum in Los Angeles, the BALTIC Centre in England and the Watari-um Museum in Tokyo. A retrospective exhibition of his work will be presented at the Berkeley Art Museum opening August 2012.A reception for McGee & the artists will be held Saturday, April 14th from 3:00 – 6:00 p.m.Please visit the gallery’s website at http://www.gallerypauleanglim.com
edit to add: what a cool little show the Barry McGee curated pop-up art show at 1717 17th. I shot photos of two bands that played in the parking lot but did not stay long enough to see if indeed a band would play on the roof of the building, which I was told had been condemned or at least set for yuppiefication of some kind. One band had former members of Tina Age 13 but not Chris Johanson, whose work was there if the person was not. I think someone said they were playing as Tina Age 43.

tina age 43

And the other band someone said was The Mallard.  I bought a Bobby Bonds baseball mitt for $5 from a guy who was holding a rummage and art sale in the parking lot but probably not part of McGee’s curation. I said “hey” to not Willie Mays but the new “Say Hey” kid Matt “Buddy” Gonzalez, who was not the M.Gonzales (sic) on the list of invited participants and was driving what he said was a borrowed pick-up truck and although he knows me by name greeted me as “Hey, Buddy”. Willie Mays got his nick name because he was bad with names and would say “Hey” or “Say Hey!” to people rather than address them by name. As a joke I am going to persist in calling Matt Matt “Buddy” Gonzalez. I told Matt he was represented because someone commandeered a newsbox and stuffed it with a 2005 zine called Scam that featured an interview with Matt. I said hello to Barry McGee and gave him an update about our discussion of having him tag a Palo Alto Train station and get paid not arrested. I ran this by Mark Simon the pr guy for CalTrain who I know going back 30 years when he was an advisor as Palo Alto Times and Peninsula Times Tribune to our Oracle editorials page. Actually we are looking for a place to do public art with a few more layers of red tape. The group show, which is near Whole Foods, continues for a month.

 
edit to add, a couple weeks later but thinking back about nine months, then search-injuning: I don’t think these two guys were there, but I did get gifted some stickers by a local artist, and wore one or part of one on my OBEY cap:

08/15/2011

Press Release

The City of Palo Alto

Public Information Office

250 Hamilton Ave

Palo Alto, CA 94301

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE PRESS RELEASE #08152011

Subject : Graffiti Suspects Arrested

Contact :

  Sergeant Brian Philip, Palo Alto Police Department 650-329-2413

Palo Alto, CA

 

 On Thursday, August 11, 2011 at 12:30 AM, a Palo Alto police officer stopped an SUV in the 200 block

of Sheridan Avenue for a vehicle code violation.

 

When the officer looked into the SUV discovered that it was filled with graffiti related paraphernalia. It was also found

 

that driver, 20 year old East Palo Alto resident V__ T___, had a “no bail” warrant for vandalism. One of

 

the passengers, 21 year old Palo Alto resident R___ H____(the release had their names and their pictures, seemingly taken through the window of the patrol car, which were printed in some local papers), was on probation for vandalism. Further inspection of

 the vehicle revealed boxes of “slap tags,” numerous spray cans, felt tip markers and several one gallon paint cans.

 

Both subjects were booked into the Santa Clara County jail on charges consisting of possession of vandalism tools. The

 

driver was also booked on the warrant and the passenger had an additional probation violation charge.

NB: at the McGee event, I was nearly apprehended for thinking impure thoughts about one of the artists. I am linking the McGee art show and the police report to make a point that while graffiti at its worst probably costs us money to clean up, I don’t think of even the worst artists and artistic utterances as being comparable to violent offenders and their ilk. Plus I find it remarkable that the two young men were not caught in the act, merely pulled over in a type of profiling and found with “goods”. I don’t know either of the men.

 

A follow-up investigation will be conducted to link the duo to graffiti currently located on property within the City of Palo

 

Alto.

 

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Here is the link, to the photos: x

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Sweet smell of spilled coffee (from Iraq)

Pre-empting the other fifty things I was either going to do or write about potentially doing this fine spring morning, I am pitching my old pal Jim Yardley the Pulitzer laureate about writing something about Global Heritage Fund in Palo Alto, loosely connected to the philanthropic goals of Jim and Becky Morgan, who also gave the lead gift for the nearby Palo Alto Downtown Library.

In my J.J. Hunsecker meets Jacques Clouseau (and I did not meet Regis McKenna but one of his in-lieutenants named Patrick Corman) way, I stumbled into this topic today at Coupa Cafe. I noticed a young mover-shaker type, and somehow mistook her for a pr flack pictured and described in the Times in 2009, and approached her near the coffee claim counter.  She said I was mistaken but kindly did explain who she and her posse actually were. Thanks to the magic (and this is hard for a Luddite to admit) of the search engines, I could quickly size up the opportunity, name drop a few related points and voila!  pitch the Times (albeit ex parte) and write about it.

The Times had this recent article about looting in Iraq, by Jack Healy, which GHF (not to be confused with Global Fund for Women) had mentioned on their blog.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/15/world/middleeast/mesopotamia-ruins-at-risk-from-iraqi-residents.html?_r=4

The link to “Fellows” describes the arenas in which GHF is concerned, which includes China (and meanwhile I am reading a catalog about Ai Weiwei, who I think has overlapping interests, with GHF).

Yardley worked with me on the student newspaper at Gunn High in 1981 and we have a loose correspondence ongoing. He won or shared the Pulitzer for work on China some time later, in 2006.

Einstein says all our thoughts and deeds count, so that’s good enough for me, and for “Plastic Alto.” I will edit to add with my actual pitch to him, on behalf of Global Heritage Fund.

edit to add: Have not thought long enough about this to find the actual connection, but my instinct and my coffee buzz tell me that this topic links to the op ed by Tom Bollyky that pops up as I fact check “new york times” and “global heritage fund” about Dr. Jim Kim and the future of The World Bank.

Research shows that the person I pretended to think I might be meeting, a Brooke Hammerling profiled in July, 2009 in the Times (and she knows Roger McNamee) is actually based in Santa Monica and New York so probably does not get to Coupa as much as she would like.

edit to add, again, a couple hours later, but same cup of now cold Coupa Cafe coffee:

and last-ley, if you got a minute if you got a year which is a superchunk lyric, here is jim yardley talking for about an hour to people probably too important to read plastic alto:
final edit to add, still morning, coffee cup bone dry: in what little of the Jonathan Lethem book I have found time for I did note his comments on the lameness of not punctuating email properly; but there I go, in my response to JY, which I hope can be chalked up to enthusiasm not disrespect. Way off topic but here is link to Lethem –– note: JY lived in Brooklyn and worked there, before China: all things connected, take the F.
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Godspeed to Dayna Stephens

Whatever I was going to write today was pre-empted by noticing this teaser above the mast in The Daily News: Sax Genius Doesn’t Let Kidney Troubles Slow Him Down.

Dayna Stephens first appeared on my radar in 2007 when Peter Apfelbaum performed and was in residence at the Stanford Jazz Workshop. He gave them an interview in which he said his two favorite jazz players under 30 were Ambrose Akinmusire (who I befriended that night, and met with later that summer, in Santa Cruz) and Dayna Stephens. I recall Josh Roseman either played with Peter that night or was also in residence or both. I interviewed Peter albeit clumsily for KZSU and he later sent me his set list, as I proposed to (someday) write a follow-up to our interview.

Here is the link to the same interview.
http://stanfordjazz.org/archive/artists/apfelbaum_peter.html

Meanwhile, Richard Scheinin has the update on Dayna, who is 33 and has been struggling with a kidney ailment for several years. Scheinin’s article states that Stephens is on a list with 9,000 names of people awaiting a transplant.

I wrote briefly about Dayna Stephens while preparing my Alden Van Buskirk event in December. Van died of a rare ailment called PNH, which I thought was somewhat similar to what the sax player’s flesh is heir to.

The article says that there are two upcoming Bay Area shows featuring Dayna. He is from the Bay Area — East Bay — but like many other rising stars of jazz relocated to the Big Apple.

Scheinin by the way rates among the top tier of jazz writers, up there with Andy Gilbert. His son Jesse Scheinin is said to be making waves as a reeds player (comparable to Jacob Garchik, son of Leah Garchik of the Chon; how many offspring of newspeople are there in jazz? I still wonder about Bill Workman, who profiled me once for the Chron and a young player with the same last name, but I digress).

I met Scheinin once on the stationary bikes at the old JCC, at Terman; he was with a woman from the Redwood Symphony, whose card I have somewhere. I occassionally leave him comments on his voice mail at the Merc about his stories or my suggestions for potential stories.

I first noticed Richard Scheinin in 2003 when I was John Ellis’ manager and John was playing Kuumbwa with Charlie Hunter Trio. I called John the next day to share the good news that the Mercury (RS) compared his playing to that of Sam Rivers and Gene Ammons. Of course, I had no idea what that actually meant other than it sounded like a compliment; that led to my starting the “One Thousand and One Saxophone Knights” project, a binder in which I have recorded information on close to 1,000 sax players, culled and curated from Penguin, All Music Guide and Rough Guide to jazz, plus more recent updates from the current publications. I also imagined a la Turing a machine that would let a novice play like any of those predecessors, by setting a dial.

My thoughts are with Mr. Stephens with a tip of the hat (in my own Plastic Alto stylings) to Mr. Scheinin and all the others I am recalling and riffing on this a.m.

I have been meaning to excavate from my email file the Apfelbaum set list, and will post as appropriate.

edit to add: the list of Americans waiting for a kidney is 90,000 names.

A funny anecdote about that article Richard Scheinin wrote about Charlie Hunter, Derrek Phillips and John Ellis that night in Santa Cruz is that one “clam” in his otherwise excellent reporting is that he claimed John had an effects rack on his belt that gave his bass clarinet a special “foggy” sound and John said that was wack and it was merely a wireless pickup transmitting a signal to the amps but clean feed (so to speak) and that whatever Richard and all of us were hearing was either technique or something about the room. Kind of a weird seque (even for Plastic Alto) but this story calls to mind the late great Steve Lacy and the weird noises he could conjure out of his soprano sax. When you got to the point you could laugh at Steve you either knew nothing or a lot about jazz.

edit to add, that afternoon: Here is the set list from Peter Apfelbaum’s shows. They were five years ago nearly, but I bet his fans would find this interesting, the opportunity to see shows like that still somewhat rare. And the connection to Dayna Stephens is that Peter talked about Dayna, and they are both from the East Bay living in New York and I am pretty certain that despite their overlapping instruments they played together, or this is rather esoteric connection, I admit:

Hi Mark –

Here are the set lists for those shows:

STANFORD 7/15/07

Set 1:
Unforgotten
Long Road/Motherless Child
Incarnadine Pts. 1 & 2
Song Of The Signs

Set 2:
Acharei Mot
Hanging Gardens
The Hand That Signed The Paper
Petroglyph Extension
Titiwa

FREIGHT & SALVAGE 7/16/07

Set 1:
Unforgotten
Loag Road/Motherless Child
Incarnadine Pts. 1 & 2
Song Of The Signs
Acharei Mot

Set 2:
piano introduction
Hanging Gardens
The Hand That Signed The Paper
Petroglyph Extension
Sketch (solo piano)
5 Ways To Know

encore: It Is Written

Good luck on the article – if you do end up doing one, please do
forward it to me or E_ if possible. Thanks for offering to send the
interview, but you don’t need to – I hear my own voice enough 🙂

all the best,
Peter

On 7/24/07, mark weiss <earwopa@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Peter Apfelbaum:
>
> Thanks for the interview for KZSU Stanford radio.
>
> I’m going to write an article, based on the transcript
> of our talk and my observations at the two shows I
> went to, at Stanford and Freight — not sure where it
> could be published, maybe All About Jazz.
>
> Can you send me the set lists for the two shows? I can
> probably figure most of it out, but if its not too
> much trouble, I’d appreciate the song titles for the
> respective shows — personally, I like the fact that
> on Sunday, at Stanford, you gave longer introductions
> to the songs.
>
> Also, let me know if you want me to send you a copy of
> the air-tape from KZSU, or the transcipt. If I get an
> article printed, I’ll forward that as well.
>
> Thanks. And best wishes (mazel…namaste..)
>
> Mark Weiss
> Earthwise Productions, Management & Publicity/Radio

and sorry I did not write anything more specifically about the music….I saw Peter Apfelbaum and Josh Roseman more recently in November at Stanford where Peter played bass parts on organ for Josh’s “reggae jazz” project, which was much more Sun Ra than Skatalites to me.
>

 

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Thirty-three things I (might) write about on “Plastic Alto”

1. Laurel Nakadate ‘The Wolf Knife”, free in Believer;
2. Andrew Bogut, and Kent Lockhart: Kent told me he once coached Bogut, who worked out with Dandenong, Kent’s old team, in 1997 as a teenager and guard;
3. A Passover Haggadah, from the perspective of a spider;

http://www.amazon.com/Sammy-Spiders-First-Haggadah-Passover/dp/1580132308
4. One Direction, the boy band, on SNL, which used to have edgy, indie and outsider bands like Talking Heads doing Al Green;

ACT FAST TO BE THE NINETY TWO MILLIONTH PERSON (BEFORE ME) TO SEE THIS VIDEO

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJO3ROT-A4E
5. Ai Weiwei–and my crude drawing of his “Fragments” 2005
6. An update of books I have bought or borrowed intending to read: Lethem’s essays, Wallace Shawn “Fever”, Arcadia Press “History of Candlestick Park”, 2012 Baseball Almanac, especially list of players born in Illinois — as I was;
7. Buckminster Fuller and or Beth Custer and or Rob Bell of Zomes;
8. Mark Bradford at SFMOMA; I recall sitting next to Mark Bradford the Stanford athlete — football and basketball — on a Southwest flight between LaLa and San Jo a few years back; I have a project of homophone celebrities, for instance Steve McQueen the dead actor and live filmmaker, Penelope Houston the punk singer and British film critic, Chip Hooper the tennis star and music agent and or photographer et cetera; sort of related to the fact that I am ranked no better than fourth about four music Mark Weiss’s I know;
9. “The Last Picture Waltz” (TLPW456) update and re-set; especially Tuck and Patti outreach;
10. Build The Empire live at Palo Alto City Hall (photo);
11. Rasputin Records, rises like a phoenix, in Mountain View; I wrote this entire 800 word, twelve-link blog in one hour and 10 minutes, paying $21 for the privilege, at a Kinkos/FedEx two doors down from Rasputin, while waiting for it to open, so I can fulfill my quest to buy the new Matthew Shipp cd;
12. Matthew Shipp record review;
13. Kabbalah klezmer from France update;
14. 101 things in my phone, which is like 100 books intending to read;
15. Dr. John review in New York Times by Jon Pareles including supergroup with James Andrews or Troy Andrews, Ricki Lee Jones, Rene Marie;
16. Debra K a waiter at Boxing restaurant in the former Citizen Cake site, at Grove and Gough, recommended by Mr. Derby (?) from SFMOMA gift show, which plays Galactic in-house on tape although Soundhound wouldn’t capture it, says that all the bands on tour go to Alex Andreas’ Boom Boom for Late Night jams, although I don’t think he took me up on my idea of gathering Fred Wesley and Josh Roseman;
17. Guest column by Eric Hanson brief review of Hermeto Pascoal;
18 Guest column by Eric Hanson, baseball poetry “tribelines”;
19. Guest column by Michael Young, my neighbor;
20. Santa Clara Valley has a “teen poet laureate”;
21. It may neve get beyond this stage but I texted Glenn Hartman about a new band idea or name called Beignet and the Yats, a play on “Bennie and the Jets” described as “Elton John meets Dr John” — beignet if I spell it correctly is a type of doughnut from New Orleans while “Yat” I believe is a derogatory term for certain denizens of New Orleans that are outsiders and greet each other with the phrase “where y’at?” — although built into the name might be the fact that the rhythm section might have to be comprised of these types, if they actually exist; see also John Kennedy Toole; they lyrics could be adaptations of scenes from “A Confederacy of Dunces” and the melodies could be mixes of NOLA and Elton John — get back honky tonk;
22. Somebody told me that James Franco is getting a PhD in art history and his thesis is on James Franco;
23. Dohee Lee was in the Times yesterday; I saw her at DeYoung with Scott Amendola, Larry Ochs and Jean Jenrenaud;
24. I caught about 30 minutes of a doc called “Beautiful Losers” about Chery Dunn, Barry McGee, Harmony Korine and several others, skate crossover, et cetera, at SFMOMA;
25. Woody Guthrie liner notes proposed for Stella Brooks Folkways cd, circa 1940; “sounds tough and good”;
26. Mexican wrestling and picture of yours truly wearing a mask at Los Straitjackets at Mitchell Park, circa, 1998;
27. more gossip about Gidon Caine;
28. Morley Safer and “60 Minutes” covering the Basel Miami art show and being covered by New York Times;
29. Grateful Dead in Rolling Stone suggesting that the government in America should underwrite as a public service their tours;
30. Jeff Clements, Citizens United and Yiaway Yeh;
31. David Choe, Mark Zuckerberg and my $20 worth; I walked in on Choe the night he was finshing his job for Facebook, on Emerson above Jing Jing and bought a calendar from Choe for $20; I like to think that without that coin in pocket he might not have deferred his payment to the now famous $200 million;
32. Linsanity recap, Woody and Spike, Hubie, Magic;

and lastly but not leastly, #33, the sixties era modern poet John Wieners who I heard about while promoting Alden Van Buskirk.

Edit to add, on April 20, 2012 4-20: I talked to John Paye about #2 above, and yes, he remembers Kent Lockhart. (See also my pingback “The Lockhart Loo (proposed)” about renaming part of Seale Park in Palo Alto for the former Gunn High, UTEP player, or about putting a plaque there about The Three L’s — Lockhart, Lin and Loscutoff, three former Palo Alto prep stars with NBA ties — Lockhart was drafted by Hubie Brown to play for the Knicks in 1985).  John Paye and I spoke about the fact that Gunn-Menlo was the first game at the new Menlo Gym which opened in 1980. John, as a freshman, probably guarded Kent as a junior in that tilt, won my Gunn I wouldn’t have to look up. Meanwhile, and perhaps snarkily, I reminded Paye that the Frosh-Soph game preceded the Varsity game, so technically I and not he played in the very first competition there, and further, that I started the game — a rarity for me — because Brian DiBiaso, son of Stanford Coach Dick DiBiaso, and eventually a D-1 player for Oregon — was benched for a disciplinary reason, and that I covered Beau Brown, my eventual Dartmouth classmate and more known as a football player. Menlo probably beat us — they had Tony Fenwick as well, on frosh-soph and as varsity dudes a few years later Paye of course won state and even as a junior I think they ran off 20 or so wins, to our 22 or so the year before, as I recall. But John Paye recalled Lockhart, DiBiaso, coach Hans Delannoy and was polite enough to say he remembered me; when John was in 7th grade and I was in 8th grade, at Stanford Basketball Camp, I asked him to play 1-on-1, to 20 by 2s, losers, during lunch break one day; he won 20-16 but looking back he was probably being polite and just guarded me enough to make me push myself. He also recalled, when I brought it up, that the Times Tribune, where I was a stringer in 1982, named him Athlete of the Year as a junior, bypassing Paly’s Jim Harbaugh. “I think this still bothers Jim,” John added. Paye mentioned there is an event coming up in December at Menlo, regarding Menlo-Salesian and the Warriors owner, who is a Menlo parent. Paye of course is ex-Stanford star in football and basketball, ex-49ers quarterback for a minute, a local coach and owns a gym in San Carlos, Paye’s Place. He said I could pop by and reintroduce myself but I doubt I would have the guts to come in shorts and sneaks and ask for a rematch.

This is weird, but this photo of John Paye has him in the exact same outfit I have today, light blue Carolina dress shirt, khaki’s and although we are about the same height and were born within 13 months of each other, no one would ever mistake me for him:

John Paye, Menlo Girls Coach, circa 2008

Regarding #4 above, One Direction, in the time of two weeks that it took me to get 40 views of this blog post, 15 million more people have seen their video, up to 106,000,000, but not me. I should add the tag “one direction” if that helps me.

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True professor and Lehrer

Great interview between Michael Krasny and Jonah Lehrer right now on KQED — I am racing them to the top of the hour to post this entry of “Plastic Alto”. I had seen the article in yesterday’s Times about his book, on creativity, and the show mentions he will be in Palo Alto tomorrow at the JCC.

So I took the moment to load five photos from my dumbphone to this site.

1. This is a detail of Peter Wegner’s colorful machine at the new Stanford Business School, the Knight Center. I visited the site four times now and it was not until the last time that I witnessed the ball traveling across the field. I like the piece better before it was encased in glass.

2. I saw this Ray Johnson piece at a little gallery in Carmel. It was July, Terry’s birthday; we had Frida with us. We had to cut our trip short for an urgent family matter. I had read about Ray Johnson in Kimmelman, although Eric Walzcak probably told me about him first, as well as recomending “Accidental Masterpiece.”

3. Like with the Wegner, I preferred Mindy the pastry maker at Paris Bakery on University Avenue in Palo Alto more before they encased her in glass.

I think Dartmouth Hood had me sign a release form stating that my photos are for personal use; my blog gets 100 hits on a good day, so we will see how quickly they prioritize asking me to desist (and then make a donation).

4. Having written a paper for Professor McGrath — the father of the Olympic skier Felix McGrath — on this John Sloan urban painting in 1985, I was psyched to see it again during my Dartmouth reunion in June, 2011. I recall that Sloan added some detail — color — especially to the birds a few years after initially considering the piece finished.

5. Mildred Howard’s “Clear Story” persists –and prevails — at Martin Luther King Plaza at Palo Alto’s City Hall — 250 Hamilton — even though I rolled and inserted a copy of my TLPW456 hand-numbered, hand-smudged (with a set of rubber stamps and colored ink-pads) handbills between the bottles. Am meaning to DO SOMETHING with the extant hundred or so pieces of the set, and, as Lehrer would say, use the grit factor to make eventual progress both with my impact on Palo Alto City Council and policy and the effort to establish a music venue in downtown Palo Alto, perhaps at the beloved and historic Varsity Theatre, which has been vacant for seven months now.

Ok, I cheated: Krasny has been done — the radio waves are halfway to Mars — for about five minutes now.

edit to add, Wednesday at 11:15 a.m: I switched off “Talk of the Nation” but not before hearing a soundbite of a radio ad that claims that “Mitt Romney stands with big oil” which makes me wonder how oily the water was when Ray Johnson drowned. I rushed this — despite the 15 minute overage — in reference to Lehrer’s statement about the form of poetry being essential to force the writer to be that much more creative because of the constraints. He was a Rhodes Scholar, is 30, but I did not catch what they said was his day job, as a science writer for whom? Also, I was quickly thinking about a story I like to tell about running into Paul J. Cohen at Palo Alto Main Library, he happened to log onto the public computer next to me, and remarking to him that I noticed the Times had written a story about Perelman, the young Russian guy who made progress on Poincare, but turned down the Fields Prize (which Cohen had won, in 1963, for continuum hypothesis work). Paul was dismissive: “There are only a handful of people in the world who know about these things.” (about whether Perelman — Misha, Grisha? the guy who goes barefoot, I mean — had made any progress and if John Noble Wilford I think if his story adds anything for us lay people). Of course, visiting his office some time later, with his son Steve or Eric, probably Steve, I noticed the same article on the department’s bulletin board. I also recall it as having sort of a bunny rabbit shape, the geometry bit. Ok, and that bit of gratuitous Fields Prize winner name dropping cost me another 7 minutes. The time is eleven twenty two and 30 seconds.

edit to add, at 11:28: the article I am describing I am fairly uncertainty-less, was actually by Dennis Overbye and appeared in August, 2006 — Paul died in 2007, after a lengthy set of illnesses that presented with him toppling over in the garden and then having surgery for fluid in the scalp, which led to a finding of a cancer-like blood disorder and numerous other bits of bad luck, including what killed him which was more like lung cancer. The article on Poincare and Perelman does have an illustration of a rabbit and says that to a topologist a rabbit and a sphere are similar in that neither has a hole. I also, perhaps gratuitously, recall helping Steve or Eric — probably Steven — move some of Paul’s books from his office with a view of the quad to the Cohen residence. To be clear, I never visited Paul in his office; I only visited with his family to help his effects, mostly after he had passed, I would think. I saved a piece of chalk from his chalkboard. Who knows what secrets it still has to proffer up? 11:34

edit to add, six weeks later, or May 17, 2012: Terry bought Jonah Lehrer, “Imagine” for sale at a big box store and read it cover to cover while I only grazed it, 0r it only grazed me, rather, plus we have caught maybe two interviews. I plan to draw on this when I run for Palo Alto City Council, the idea that adding me to the machine is like adding Sondheim to “West Side Story” and more. Also, I was psyched that Lehrer must have studied at Columbia Shakespeare with my old Dartmouth professor James S. Shapiro (who actually taught a seminar on Marlowe, in Hanover, and whose “Contested Will” I have been chewing on, or it is chewing on me, or stuck like gum, recently):

imagine me also linking to James S. Shapiro and sending my old prof this link:

who writes back that he remembers me and that class but that he does not recall Lehrer as a student (!); it’s possible that JL only read Shapiro and did not take his class; JL in his notes to Chapter 8 “The Shakespeare Paradox” pp.213-246, recommends Shapiro “A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599” from 2006 among three other books, by Greenblatt, Garber and Ackroyd, all written between 2004 and 2006, oddly. See also: “Shakespeare and Verdlander” by Bill James, in Slate, March 2011; the chapter goes from Shakespeare, to NOCCA New Orleans, to Bob Dylan.

It is true that I am unduly and gratuitously influenced by Errol Morris “Fast Cheap and Out of Control” in that I seem to want to discuss four topics simultaneously and leave you guessing which of the four we are on but also 1956 “Mystery of Picasso” in that I start out having “professor” be a reference to the Ray Johnson piece in the photo then turn the thing into a tribute to James S. Shapiro, although he is much to busy to read this all the way through and see that.

I also caught in revision a typo, in the title of the Shapiro book. Oots!

edit to add, hopefully for the last time, Aug. 1, 2012: Michael C. Moynihan of Tablet, a Jewish-themed internet magazine skewers Jonah Lehrer for inventing Bob Dylan quotes. Lehrer resigns from The New Yorker. David Shields says, “See, I am right, again!” (I made that up!). Bob Dylan is thinking of re-writing “Hurricane” about Lehrer. I am relieved that Lehrer merely “grazed me” (I did spend another 30 minutes or so with it or him recently on the “West Side Story” story, and recall mentioning it to at least one other person — better check the sources! It’s from a 2005 paper by Brian Uzzi of Northwestern, assisted by a Jarrett Spiro  — which sounds like an alias for James Shapiro — who has a PhD from Stanford — and as I say “skewer” I think of Polonius and wonder if he is being punished for plagiarizing and being sententious in his blowhard address to Laertes two acts earlier…)

“Oh, I am slain!” –Jonah Lehrer

22 minutes later I cannot help but, apparently, self-delusionally, add more in the form of a mere mention of Arthur Phillips, his faux-Shakespeare but also his songwriter-muse story. If there were world enough and time.http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2011/04/27/the-tragedy-of-arthur-by-arthur-phillips-review-by-james-shapiro.html

Seven minutes after that and I should really log off, set machine to “sleep” mode, walk the dog, breath fresh air, absorb sunlight, eat something, but I am recalling my friend the successful music promoter and agent Reggie Marshall who claims to have taken acid with Ken Kesey, who then offered this wisdom in a nutshell, about “use what you can and let the rest pass on by” which I truly don’t understand, not being Reggie Marshall or Ken Kesey — I met him once, at the San Francisco Bay Area Book festival, where my job was to grab Kesey by the elbow and escort him from Furthr to the signing booth on time; so I should let poor Jonah go, in the Biblical sense, but instead now I find that he also did not properly reference a Norman Maclean story, about a Montana firefight and so my inner Dartmouth north woods first nation wanna-be machismo is rising to the occasion and I give a quite hardy and surprising “hoop” and raise a metaphorical very sharply pointed stone attached quite ingeniously and skillfully to a well-carved tree branch — a hatchet, say — and link again. But in the reverie am forgetting who I am linking to: someone on Slate.

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laura gibson took these photos from her van, and emailed them to her list

          

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Kepi Is Real

I caught this candid picture of the great Kepi (from Sacramento, from Groovie Ghoulies) loading in at Eric Fanali’s first Rockage event in February. He gave me a copy of his new cd, plus a cdr for Valentine’s with a catchy little ditty called “Cupid is Real” which I played a bunch of times in my Highlander, which I subsequently traded for a Chevy Cruze.

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Bjong Wolf Yeigh and the Wheelock Succession

Baker Tower, a landmark of Dartmouth College, founded in 1769

I ran into Dr. Andrew Gutow my Dartmouth classmate, the hand surgeon, at my Dad’s club Saturday and he planted an idea in me that has been growing like a wand of cotton candy, in my head.

He said that our classmate his fraternity brother Dr. Bjong Wolf Yeigh is president of a university in New York and could be considered as the possible successor to Dr. Jim Kim, who is most likely leaving Dartmouth to become president of The World Bank.

I barely remembered Yeigh; I thought I recalled that he went to high school with  or was from the same home town, Arlington, Virginia as my one-time roommate James Boyd Hunter, and referring to my Aegis yearbook bears that much out.

The search engines reveal that since leaving Dartmouth, Yeigh has:

– earned a masters’ in mechanical engineering from Stanford;

– served in the U.S. Navy, honorably discharged as a lieutenant, saw action in the first Gulf War, as a tactical or intelligence officer on an aircraft carrier, The Saratoga, and did training with fighter jets at “TOP GUN” in Miramar;

— got a PhD in civil engineering from Princeton. Did course work or certificate work at Woodrow Wilson Center there;

– was a dean of engineering at St. Louis University, and at Oklahoma State in Stillwater;

-worked at The World Bank;

– was a provost at Yale;

-and finally, or ultimately, was tapped by State University of New York to head its IT institute of technology and one other campus –in a consolidation, in 2009.

So in terms of how to replace Dr. Jim Kim, the spunky world health expert, physician and administrator, Wolf Yeigh has an uncanny similarity; he’s done a lot of what Kim has, plus he’s an alum, plus he’s a War hero, plus he was or is president of a university, two of them, already; and he was in a Dartmouth fraternity, in this case Tri-Kap.

I rang my friend and roommate Brian Gaul to bounce this idea off of him. My suggestion is that our class, on the basis of having just completed our 25th reunion, has some organizational capacity and clout to campaign for one of our own in the hunt,

Terry Davis, Brian Gaul ’86 of Washington, DC, and Brad Holt ’86 of Greenwich, CT, a retired Naval officer –and a gentleman — at Tom Dent Cabin, at our 25th reunion, June, 2011.

in addition to the normal “search committee.”

What I like about Yeigh’s story, if I get it, is how much he continued to improve himself after leaving Dartmouth. If he was not, let’s say, one of the top 50 likely people to be president of the College someday, from our class he certainly took to heart the continual growth concept from liberal arts and moved himself up the ranks. Or he was perhaps slightly overlooked, as an undergrad.

If Yeigh can get the Korean vote, the DC vote, the Fighter Jock and Army/Navy vote (Brad Holt, Jack Bocock, Philip Burrow, John Fendig, Will Ogden and more), had a Alumni presence in St. Louis and circulated even minimally at Reunion — Gutow says he was there — maybe the class can and should rally and plead his case.

Since he was in Tri-Kap, my next question is: can he sing?

edit to add: to obviate some of the confusion, Bjong Yeigh is a Korean name, Wolf is an Anglo first name by which he prefers to be called. At Dartmouth he was known as Byung Ye — “Yeigh” as in “play” or “player” versus “Ye” as in “plea”, maybe we were getting it wrong, too many of us were. Maybe its like the fact that U.S. Senator Kirsten Gillibrand was known in our day on campus as Tina Rutnik. We can work with it. I say “yeah” as in “yes” to Yeigh.

This is a little off topic but I was thinking that I have met four of the 17 Presidents of Dartmouth in the “Wheelock Succession“. David McLaughlin, who welcomed us to campus and I interviewed a couple times briefly for The Dartmouth, James Freedman, Jim Wright; I don’t recall meeting John Kemeny, although I at least probably recognized him on campus at events. I met John Sloan Dickey around Halloween, 1985, at Dick’s House, where he had 24-hour care for some months at the end of his life. We watched together on tv the final game of the World Series, when young Bret Saberhagen was MVP, although President Dickey was not in a state where he could acknowledge people trying to communicate with him. I have not met Kim but saw him speak at reunion; in fact, by coincidence, I greeted Andy Gutow there in the Spaulding lobby right after the Kim speech, for the first time in 25 or 27 years.

This obituary for John Sloan Dickey seems to indicate that he lived for as many as six years at the campus infirmary, until his death in 1991. He presided over The College for 25 years, from World War II to 1970.

edit to add: Joseph Asch ’79 writes a similar article about Bjong Yeigh and Hanover, and mentions and links to me, at Dartblog.

edit to add, April 17, 2012: updates: 1) Kim is confirmed to head World Bank; 2) Dartmouth names Carol Folt a science professor as interim President of College; and 3) Yeigh flies to Wichita to interview as one of five finalists for the head job at Wichita State University, which is in Kansas. Not a Shocker. Also, for what it’s worth, although I did not circulate my essay among classmates, this is my most-read entry, of the 350 or so “Plastic Alto” posts, so far this year and in the top 12 all-time, or since Fall, 2010. The most popular post is still the one about Paul J. Cohen the Fields Prize winner and Evan O’Dorney the young man who won the Westinghouse Intel Prize and unbraided an anchor for CNN after winning a spelling bee. That followed by posts about Kent Lockhart, Alden Van Buskirk, Occupy, The Varsity Theatre revival initiative TLPW456, another wacky acronym ICOBOPA which is a related music initiative having to do with a flash mob of buskers, and Emily Palen an SF-based busker (which I think is because it was my thirtieth post and I labeled it XXX like a Super Bowl, but also I fear pops up when people search for porn). I still think of “Plastic Alto” blog as more a note book for my ideas than a conversation with readers. I posted something about Jim Yardley that he wanted kept confidential — I quoted from our emails — and then took it down at his request although at the time there was only one view, maybe just him.

Anyhow, back to topic good luck to Bjong Wolf in New York, Kansas and everywhere. And good luck to Professor Folt in the Wheelock Succession. And good luck to Kim at World Bank.

Carol Folt I read has been at the College since 1983 — so maybe I’ve met her, too — and is Provost as well as having won teacher of the year award, and was a finalist when Kim was selected. Which goes to show why running one of the great institutions in U.S. is not like Fantasy Football or something where chance meetings in golf club grills carry much weight. How many other sets of alums met in similar ways and, even soberly, wanted to nominate a bro or classmate? Probably at least another ten or so, right?

edit to add, six months later:

November 29, 2012
Dear members of the Dartmouth community,
I am delighted to let you know that Philip J. Hanlon ’77, PhD, will be the next president of Dartmouth. Phil is a world-class academic, an accomplished administrative leader, and a passionate scholar-teacher. He now serves as provost and executive vice president for academic affairs at the University of Michigan, where he is the Donald J. Lewis Professor of Mathematics.
My fellow trustees and I are pleased to say that the presidential search process yielded a terrific leader. The community’s input was instrumental in identifying the many strengths we sought in our 18th president. Phil embodies those strengths, and we have been inspired by the exceptional qualities he will bring to the presidency. We could not be happier to welcome him home to Dartmouth.
Phil’s impressive experience as provost of the University of Michigan—with 95 departments in the top 10 nationally and $1.27 billion in annual research spending, second among all universities—means that Dartmouth will be in very capable hands. Phil truly understands how great scholarship and research are essential to an undergraduate learning experience that produces leaders who can shape and change a world that is increasingly complex, diverse, and interdisciplinary. This insight, combined with his personal integrity, his strength of purpose, and his deep love for Dartmouth, made him the unanimous choice of the Board as we build upon the strong groundwork laid by the strategic planning process, chart an ambitious academic future, and look toward our 250th anniversary in 2019.
On January 11, soon after the start of winter term, we will hold a welcome celebration on campus for Phil and his wife, Gail Gentes. Phil will take office on July 1. Carol L. Folt, to whom we are indebted for her tremendous leadership during this transitional year, will continue to serve as interim president until June 30, when she will resume her role as provost.
Dartmouth is truly at the heart of Phil’s remarkable life story. Having grown up in Gouverneur, a small mining community in upstate New York, he credits his experiences at Dartmouth with shaping him both professionally and personally. As he explains, he gained confidence in his mathematical abilities through the guidance and patience of a number of professors at Dartmouth, and formed lifelong friendships and bonds. In fact, Phil’s wife is the sister of one of his classmates, Bill Gentes ’77.
A University of Michigan faculty member since 1986, Phil has held administrative leadership positions for more than a decade. As provost, he is the chief academic officer and chief budgetary officer of the university and is responsible for sustaining its academic excellence in teaching, research, and creative endeavors. Previously, as vice provost, Phil was instrumental in putting in place measures to ensure that higher education remains affordable regardless of income. He also led campus-wide initiatives on multidisciplinary learning and team teaching at the undergraduate level and established new policies and processes designed to make more effective use of space and facilities.
Phil is also a passionate teacher with an unshakeable conviction in the power of a broad liberal arts education. He believes it is our role to produce citizen leaders with the creativity, entrepreneurial spirit, cultural awareness, and flexibility to make a difference in today’s world. He continues to teach first-year calculus at Michigan, where he has been honored with an Arthur F. Thurnau Professorship, the university’s highest recognition of faculty whose commitment to undergraduate teaching has had a demonstrable impact on the intellectual development and lives of their students. Phil plans to continue to teach at Dartmouth, based on his strong belief that great universities are distinguished by their focus on preparing the next generation of leaders for a lifetime of impact and learning.(from Stephen Mandel trustee letter to alumni, and my classmate Brian Moore rang me within minutes of each receiving)
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Happy Dao, and how!

Happy birthday, Dao. From Mark” that was a text I sent to my former client, the singer-songwriter, novelist and mom Dao Strom, who lives in Portland now, at about 9:45 last night, as Terry and I were both falling asleep during “The Voice” and “Smash”.

Dao texted me back about an hour later:
Thanks mark, hope u r well : )

I was Dao Strom’s exclusive personal manager for her music catalog and endeavors for an 18-month initial term in 2008 and 2009 and we continue a type of correspondence and dialogue.

I certainly wish her well and continue to talk her up where appropriate. That, plus the random text or voice mail I leave; I wondered what she made of Jeannette Walls, for instance.

I just re-read, thanks to the leading search-engine archive, a passage from Dao Strom’s second novel, “The Gentle Order…” about the John Ford film “The Searchers” and am comparing that brief perhaps esoteric topic to the fact that Jonathan Lethem also made a big deal about his take on that film. I saw that film recently at Stanford Theatre, but it did not leave too profound an impact on me, beyond whatever you can make of me or my psyche or my skillset here.

I am kind of jonesing — although this is definitely a departure from writing a tribute to Dao, for her birthday — for Santa Fe. I am kinda tempted to fly down there in two weeks for a Wallace Stegner tribute they are doing. Dao Strom and I were founding partners of our own Stegner tribute that involves songwriters writing songs based on the collected shorts of WS.

I also, somewhat randomly, have a couple couple Native American jpegs in my dumb-phone that I might as well upload here as anywheres.

Dao has a line in one of her books about a character being addressed as “Sue” and the character wondering if the speaker thought she was Native American (“Sioux”).

This is a photo I took at the toy store at Town and Country of some temporary tattoos or stickers that depict various tribes, including Zuni and Acoma from the Pueblo area, their garb and in some cases the pottery; I may already have this somewhere in my files but for $3 or so I don’t mind the duplication maybe I will go back there later today to grab this, or I will grab two and quixotically send one to Dao, whatever she would make of it.

This is a detail of a painting I bought at an estate sale in Menlo Park. I am meaning to send the photo to Santa Fe based painter Tony Abeyta who is said to be something of a scholar on his forebearers. Again, a digression from Dao, excepting the fact that it depicts a mother figure and Dao is a mom.

Third, I have a snapshot of a knit cap for sale in a boutique in SF, from Shepherd Fairey’s Obey line, not of agit-prop appropriation but a rip-off of Navajo weaving design. I did not buy this cap but do have something similar that Guillermo Gomez Abascal brought me recently that he said is authentic and typical, from Mexico. I do have an OBEY baseball cap I bought on my recent (January) birthday that I rarely have worn and generally try to rock it in the self-mocking way: I think OBEY is very 1998 or so. Likewise, and if you excuse the digression, I wear a John Goodman from “The Big Lebowski” I DON’T ROLL ON THE SHABBOS” shirt which I only wear on Fridays or Saturdays but have vowed to de-access if I ever see someone wearing it while I am wearing mine. (splitting the difference, if not picking up the spare, of Native American identity, the Vietnamese diaspora and being a Jew).

One more: I have been carrying this around in my phone for nine months now; it’s a Warhol “Sitting Bull” from the collection of Dartmouth College, I saw and got at my reunion; I meant to spend these last few moments writing about the “Wheelock Succession” but got mentally abducted — like the young girl in the Ford film, if you will” by Dao and the “search-Injuns” if you ex-squeeze the awful pun.

Dao, go with your “silly” and “unconscious” urges and just let it flow, dear. Or, as Dar Williams would say, “oh-oh-oh, oh, you’re aging well”.

 

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Self portrait while reading Jonathan Lethem

In case I have mislead anyone with thoughts on jazz, rock, local politics or public art, Plastic Alto is about me, me, me (and in this case Lethme)

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