Jerry Hannan sent me this selfie yesterday to help bring the peeps but it took me 24 hours to figure how to move it to my Plastic Alto.
I may or may not update this, with coverage of the event.
Thanks, Jer. Thank you, Kathleen Daly of Cafe Zoe.
He would not play my request for “DaDAda” or as I said “what was the song that came digetically from the jukebox in the Jack Nicholson building?”, because it is arranged for two or more musicians, but did offer covers by Cat Stevens, Leonard Cohen and Marty Robbins, in addition to his deep book, over 90 minutes. We also got impromptu lagniappes from Jessica Pineda Ortiz our videographer, who spit some gospel and following I guess the “hallelujah” theme my young friend Benita K — the future president of The Congo and an acquaintance of ex-CIA chief Leon Panetta, she met him at his lecture at Fox Theatre — who added both an original Christian song, in French and a Celine Dion cover.
and1: not sure if it worth ordering the film just to hear the bit coming out of the jukebox, although I did see “Jerky Boys” movie just to hear a bit of Superchunk:
there’s a weird thematic thread of the pixelated Hannan pic and the tiled look of Jack. It’s not that I have too much time to think of these things and write them but the opposite, I write this as opposed to listening to people like Pat Burt, Cory Wolboch and Karen Holman droning on in bureaucratic doublespeak at the Palo Alto Council retreat — multi-modal, instead of replacing livalilty with land use could we capture the essence of livability but using land use — or…wait for it…da da da. Even Hilary Gittelman has a badge that says “blah blah blah”.