
from NYT in 1962 — I’m looking for May 4 yesterday not two years before I was born, tho I did the baseball revere
and and but not Anand Patwardhan: its Robert McFadden in the NYT:
Norman Y. Mineta, who as a boy was interned with his family and thousands of other Japanese Americans during World War II, then rose in government to become a 10-term Democratic congressman from California and a cabinet official under Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush, died on Tuesday at his home in Edgewater, Md. He was 90. I will look it up but I would guess Norm Mineta would support Anna Eshoo and not Greg Tanaka.
I was in nearby Menlo Park yesterday, trying to replace Todd Sickafoose’s worn Size 10 1/2 sic Saucony Jazz lime shows and I wondered into Feldman’s for the first time since it relocated. A young man was playing on the house piano; he said his name was “Tai” or “Tay” and I said I knew a man named “Thai” who was born in Vietnam.
I saw Thai today at Peet’s near Cubberley and he drew a portrait of me plus let me flip thru his current sketch book, which is a 1909 edition of Eliot Middlemarch (I’ve never read).
One of the books I bought at Feldman was a National Geographic 2003 by Mickey Hart and Kostyal Song Catchers In Search of World Music. Among other delights, it has a picture of Woody Guthrie “Struggle” on Folkways that has a drawing by David Stone Martin, sometimes David Livingstone Martin.
Steps in Stone revisited is referencing a post I wrote about David Middlebrook who has an art piece in front of a hotel with hieroglyphics. Middlebrook, who I sometimes mistake as Middleon. And I guess I should if not read “Middlemarch” at least look it up on my literary cheat sheet reference book. I got the part about George Eliot actually being a sister.
The David Stone Martin etching is good enough that he signed the work:

ran into thai and he sat down to sketch — but I noted the dog in the corner and the word “cat” within “catch” — dwight clark book – -and who knew that Dwight Hicks and the Hot Licks was a meme — especially since Ronnie Lott was the outstanding player of that crew

When I walked in at first I thought the music was too loud then realized it was live, which makes it okeh
interlude: they are playing Remi Wolf at the Peet’s near piazza in palo alto : lit in line at the photo ID DMV — her old neighborhood; I saw Mollie Tuttle her neighbor at ADA’s the day after her Menlo Park show. This is the remix with the rapper dude not sure what he is saying.

This piece reminds me of sometihing my parents bought from Steve Levin who later taught at Williams College

I like the self reference of drawing a hand, which could either in turn be writing the book or defacing it, embellishing it, illuminating it, lit in lines
Note: When Remi Wolf “Photo ID” came on, I changed the title of the essay from “Steps in Stone” to “Lit in Lines”.

At 250 Hamilton in Palo Alto there used to be a woman named Phyllis Davis who would greet you and help you get sorted. Now there is this AI generated avatar.

I have a Rwandan friend I met at the BART station in Oakland on the way to the No Name show, and I recall sending her a picture of the decorations at Peet’s of a woman in Eastern Province Rwanda; here is Nasir Eba, from Ethiopia; subtle preview of my big show with Meklit Hadero, May 13 at The Mitch
ANDand: The Chaucer line visible in the Thai Bui sketch of a female leg is from “Miller’s Tale” — not sure I’ve read – and says he has more tow on his distaff than Gerveis knew which is referencing more flax on his spinning wheel, is deeper, or more complex, but also signifies femininity in that the spinning wheel was women’s work. I hope to say that Plastic Alto has more tow on its distaff than Gervaise guessed. Whoever the fuck Gervis is or was. Gervis not Gerber, baby.
And1:
Portrait of his friend Todd Sickafoose (and Scott Amendola) at The Mitch by Nels Armstrong — I’d like to know what he used to shoot the picture, is it a SRL camera or just his smartphone with an effect?
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
that is not mine, but is a made place,
that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
so that there is a hall therein
that is a made place, created by light
wherefrom the shadows that are forms fall.
Wherefrom fall all architectures I am
I say are likenesses of the First Beloved
whose flowers are flames lit to the Lady.
She it is Queen Under The Hill
whose hosts are a disturbance of words within words
that is a field folded.
It is only a dream of the grass blowing
east against the source of the sun
in an hour before the sun’s going down
whose secret we see in a children’s game
of ring a round of roses told.
Often I am permitted to return to a meadow
as if it were a given property of the mind
that certain bounds hold against chaos,
that is a place of first permission,
everlasting omen of what is.
Robert Duncan, “Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow” from The Opening of the Field. Copyright © 1960 by Robert Duncan. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source: Selected Poems (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1993)
Connection suggested by the book skeleton key: a dictionary for deadheads David Shenk and Steve Silberman
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Because I have Meklit Hadero coming to town I noticed a photo of the Ethiopian man at the Petes near Cubberley but also a painting by Vivian Torrance moments are feathers from an Al young volume I found at Feldman’s:
The Mickey Hart show last night at Stanford with Zakir Hussein and world music singers reminds me of a poem by the late Al Young :
Bad drumming always pounds out good, but badder bongo builds and builds, abounds. Your everlasting rhythmicness astounds statues like us who always understood you got to get down, down bippitty-bippity down.
Found in the sound of dreams remembered poens 1990-2000, (Berkeley, 2001)
And thank you Michael Young for sending a link to a recent article in the New Yorker about Albert Ayler.
I think it’s always a good omen to see something in the media about jazz the day of my own show which this time with SIFTER Lisa mezzacappa Jordan Glenn Beth Schenk rob ewing:

the Mickey Hart show was also Bob Weir:

I was there and took pictures but only took this one in the sense that it was published on the internet, fair use
I’m medium cool on Bob Dylan but bought a ticket just on principle. There are VIP seats for $400 each – -and I bought some very expensive tickets to see Counting Crows in Saratoga – -I like the ring to that, “counting crows in saratoga” — but opted for $67 seats or seat singular for Dylan. See also, Walker Percy the Moviegoer. I saw Bob at Stanford and he was alright. Lionel Ritchie was better. I bought a single ticket for bob in the balcony in Oakland for $67 plus enought twenty or so for fees plus all the following rules (and I print this because I am still enforcing Covid protocols for my next few shows at The Mitch, including tomorrow Amendola Goldberg Sickafoose, and May 13 Meklit Hadero et al):
Before you purchase your ticket or head to an event, it is important to understand the health guidelines and entry requirements many Event Organizers have adopted to ensure the safe return of live events. Below, you will find the information you need regarding new COVID-19 event protocols.
I think I wil have fewer rules in place for my shows. But if you are coming to Palo Alto please be vaxed and wear a mask inside the venue. And by the way, my tickets cost less than the add-on fees from Another Planet with Ticketmaster. I’m going to do a Miles Davis show at Lytton Plaza, Cogswell Plaza and Pardee Park under the name “All The Miles are Free” which I think was the slogan of an airlines. Or a rental car company, rather. And I think Dylan was in town last time that Amendola did a jazz trio show — with Trevor Dunn not Todd Sickafoose. And I know for damn-sure that when Dayna Stephens played a matinee at The Mitch it was August 18, 2019 because the Rolling Stones played that night in Santa Clara and it was my nephew’s birthday.
edit to ad: I had to look it up, to confirm my hunch but the line “all the miles are free” which I claim will give birth to a jazz concert or series in Palo Alto parks was written and voice by Hal Riney circa 1994 for his client a me-too rental car company (me too in the sense of it not being Hertz or Avis, not in the sense of whether the dominant sex or gender abused the less dominant ones). Hal Riney likely made tens of millions in advertising but he was also a right wing duche bag. He helped Reagan get elected or re-elected. I remember reading in a trade pub that he was on an airplane that was being hijacked but refused to be held so he jumped out of the plane and scurried to the jungle as they fired machine guns at his footprints. I lived two blocks from him, me at Montgomery and Vallejo, he, above a wall, at Montgomery near Green. I remember he had a very young son and I saw them walking hand in hand once. So he’s not all bad. But he’s not all Bob, either.
Never finished this book but I checked the spelling of the author and I think he is Jewish – the guy sitting by himself.