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Thursday, September 29, 2005

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


Whoa!

Crazy, busy, good days. I am finally able to write but too spent to get too into it as yet. However, I must mention that the Knitting Factory show went very well. More on this and related phenomena soon.

Importantly, all credit for the show's success goes to my wonderful collaborators on the gig.

DAVID GARLAND
, as you must know, is a composer I'm awed by and a man I'm honored to call my friend. He tickled the Wurlitzer and strummed some guitar, and brought his incomparable musical mind to bear on my stuff. If you've a taste for adventure, wit, stunning sonic color in your tunes, you should investigate his work. I guested on his most recent release THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WINDOW.


ANDRES KARU is a guy I've liked and admired for a long time and have only now worked with, with much more to come. He's worked with the brilliant Michael Ferentino in a number of bands / projects and now drums for The Wonder Stuff, my buddy Miles Hunt's well-known band. Andres and I are now preparing to begin work on the next album, and his enthusiasm and talent are true fucking boons.

STEVE ESPINOLA gets MVP on this gig for opening his home for rehearsals, taking days off work, providing the instruments and imbuing all with the always upbeat Espinola vibe. He is one of the best songwriters I've ever met, and a demon on the keys. We spent many fine hours listening to Biff Rose, Willie the Lion, Bing Crosby, ? and the Mysterians, Screamin' Jay, etc, in the post rehearsal nights I crashed on his couch. He must be seen live; a guaranteed pleasure.


I'm grateful to these gentlemen for making my return to performance so much fun; I even want to do it again now!
Thanks to Jim Allen and Jim Sclavunos for offering their talents to the show; I'm zealously holding my rainchecks on that.
Bianca Bob Miller and Meredith Yayanos would surely have been on board if life's urgencies hadn't prevented it; both were missed.

HUGE thanks also to everyone who came to see the show, for your enthusiasm and kind comments. This was real good, yup.

Thursday, September 15, 2005


SUDDEN WIENER PULLOUT SURPRISES DEMS
(nah, not a real headline, but it oughtta be)

Sunday, September 11, 2005


Peter Vega and his daughter Ruby. Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 09, 2005


the magical Miles Posted by Picasa


the lovely Lily Posted by Picasa


Wow.

Yesterday, while rehearsing in Brooklyn, I stopped to check my email, and my pal Steve had written to reassure me that Allen Toussaint, a New Orleans musician I’ve damn near revered for decades, was alive, well and guesting on the Letterman Show, where Steve works as a writer. Very nice to read, as was Steve’s support and corroboration of some of my recent goofball/spiritual blog entries on syncronicitous felicities and coincidentalish numinosities.

I also received disappointing news from mon pal Baptiste that he was not able to come visit from Paris as expected. So, after another rehearsal today (which was at one point interrupted by a call from New Orleans’ own Biff Rose), I headed into NYC to see Bettye Lavette perform at Joe’s Pub. Lavette’s a “soul” singer (“whatever that means” as she laughed on the phone a few days ago while I interviewed her) who’s been at it since I was an infant and is only now getting a taste of real respect and success.

She’s incredible, and it was a damn shame Baptiste couldn’t be there as we’d planned. Nevertheless, I was inspired by the show and by Ms Lavette. Along with joining the throng to cheer Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson as their SMILE finally premiered at Carnegie Hall, Bettye’s success is another grand entry in the annals of “About Fucking Time” I was thrilled to witness, and an inspiring event in times too full of the dispiriting kind. She wailed, ruled and owned the house.

So I went backstage to say hi to Bettye, who left her dressing room to meet a spontaneous ovation from the small group of friends, fans and associates gathered to greet her. Bettye, overcome with tears, radiated the kind of joy that comes from dreams realized and hard work triumphant. Pretty good, all that, and “Dayenu” as we sing at Seder. But… wonder of wonders… who do you suppose I suddenly discover standing beside me?
ALLEN TOUSSAINT.

Yep, Allen Toussaint! Holy shit! A warm fellow, the great man is. His beautiful eyes (well, it's true... no better way to describe 'em) revealed deep sorrow and enormous heart. He cut an elegant figure even while undoubtedly reeling from the catastrophe, and all I could do was gush about how good it was to see him well and safe after his ordeal. I told him what his music meant to me, and this guy -- who has heard such well-deserved praise from countless music lovers for as long as I’ve been alive – responded with honest humility and gratitude. Just to shake his hand was an honor I'll long treasure. So then I talk a bit with another Bettye fan... get this… Elvis Costello. He said that he had “best seat in the house” because he’d sat next to Toussaint. And then we discussed our mutual pal, Baptiste, whose inability to make the trip to NY disappointed Elvis as well.

Elvis Costello, whose album “This Years Model” received a daily, mandatory 7 listens a day back when I was a teen, was as sorry as I was that Baptiste was not with us! Isn’t it all pretty damn groovy? I sat outside later on, enjoying a smoke as Costello and wife Diana Kraal walked, 2 lovebirds, off into the Manhattan night. Despite the grim anniversary approaching again this weekend, The city still stands, still shines and still sings. Just as Bettye Lavette does, as Allen Toussaint does, and as his and Biff Rose's city will once again someday.

I listened to some of the rehearsal tapes for the Knitting Factory set, thought about my amazing wife Shelley and our perfect little Lily and Miles, finished my smoke and headed home.

Oh yeah, also among the email recieved was a note from my dear friend Jennica, who appended this, from Goethe:
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

And I say to myself, it’s wonderful, wonderful, as I go riding merrily along.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


BACK TO SELF-PROMOTION

OK, Folks: Reminding you that the Knitting Factory show will be in the "Old Office" of the NYC KF on Leonard Street, Friday Sept 16. It will be hard to get in unless you have tix beforehand. You can get them at ticketweb.com, which offers phone sales at 1.866.468.7619 ...another advantage to this is that you save a few bucks versus same-day purchase. The steep 15 buck tariff also allows entry to all the other shows at the club that night, and there are a lot of them; the joint has 3 performance spaces, all crammed with Kill Rock Stars artists. Alternatively, you can buy an all-shows CMJ badge, which costs hundreds of simoleons and permits entry to many clubs on several nights as well as ensuring that you are a certified a-hole.

We are now attempting to find days to rehearse. If we manage to do so, it may actually sound good. Luck be a lady!

Monday, September 05, 2005


I just sat here while watching the telethon, typing and typing something about this past week's American Catastrophe. I've just decided to junk it.

What could I say and what would it matter?
I guess words that now fail will fill future entries, for - as we know - an America "changed forever" after the terrorists hit New York has not really changed one fucking bit. Why would this time be different, and why would I be?

Well, it's hard to argue with Kanye West, actually. And I don't think I'd have said anything like that a week ago.

Since I cannot comprehend the tears, corpses, thuggery, heartbreak, betrayal and fear, I'll simply consider the great Allen Toussaint reduced to a wandering refugee while the treasures of Sea-Saint Studio lie lost below an ocean of sewage... that's bad enough for now.

Wrong word, "reduced" ...it's not the refugees who've been "reduced" here.

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