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I first heard about Howard Finster watching “Inside Out” about Athens music scene


Bonnie Raitt. Nikki Bluhm. Caroleen. Oh Boy. Howard Finster.

Portola. Tortuga. Hot-lanta, yeah yeah. Jerry Hannan. John Prine. Steve Goodman. Not Miya Masaoka but something that sounds like that. (Not my picture wearing Iris Chang rainbow Elizabeth shirt). Kataoka. Not Nakadate. Not Pumpsie Green. Not Ted Kluzewski’s missing sleaves. Not Slaid Cleaves. Not me and Robyn Israel with Jimmy Dale Gilmore, at Spangenberg not on a big round ball. Not of Montreal. True. Drue dyac but not Troy Dayak the black hawk.

Kristin Heath.

excuse me, Kristin or Kirstin Hersh not Heath:

Strange Angels tour

graphich design, by Donna Sharee but not Drue Kataoka

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery (not Huntsville).

The other Jimmy Webb.

Make me a poster of an old rodeo?

Not a Hatch print.

Not Jack Hirshman talking about the best pitcher not catcher of the Tigers, I think.

More Marlowe than Shakespeare. (Prince Hal, Newhouser or To Be Or Not)

More Ariel Gore than Amber Tamlyn. (The Witches or thereabouts)

Sounds like a story.

outro: can I post a set of vines (small movies) from my stupid smart phone. And why my battery dry?

Happy birthdat SR. Not SR-71. That’s what he gets from using RU bootlegs.

The Loved Ones.

Who is that song by? That’s by us!

Note: I once visited Howard Finster’s compound 3 hours north of Atlanta and left a piece of found-object art there. I think I gave the cracked bat that I doctored — into a tikkun olam reference — to the blue eyed devils of Goodboy Bowwow and Salivastain. Chattooga County. Halfway or nearway to Tennessee. Where Nashville is. I’ve never been to Nashville.

He cleans up good. Edit. Omit needless needles.

spealing or spieling of which: kudos to Colin Kaepernick with a jew-fro on the cover of GQ. Gal Gadot, the gangster mol. Makes me wonder. (And this is before my moaning Joe– if there’s a bustle in your hedge row don’t be alarmed now).

Kudos to Joe Zirker from independent mid mid Menlo and his big shoe at or in Minnesota. With blue cheese naan — not to be confused with Liberty Street Nan.

These are just notes to self about doing research and posting about John Prine’s famous song about “Angels from Montgomery” mixed with boring sawhorse about Kristin Hersh Strange Angels tour fake sunie-e art and pun on Angles and Angles and Anglos and the true fact that we will be celebrating Ramen Nagi and 250th anniversary of Spanish pre-missionary position players naming a tree or our tree The Big Tree or El Palo Alto. Make me a drone that flies from Monterrey Bay naval research institute. Make me a fruit flea that stops at La Pulgas. I literally shot my dog in my pajamas yesterday. And believe it or not, not unlike Po Bronson, I am not the nudist on the night shirt but sitting on a towel in my new office — literally for the first time in 9 moths gestation period — posting before dressing — and dog-walking – just like Jefe said to do or he do. Duffy do or doo.

Again, do not read this. Wait for the polished simplified version. Waiting for God Damn!

I am comparing “Angel from Montgomery” song or covers to “Stange Angels” tour or album  or poster (the song mentions “poster”). ok?

The original title of this finished the sentence or subject predative by preserving original geographic reference with Montgomery Alabama swapped out for Chattooga, Georgia near Tennesse border, on way to Nashville. Jimmy Rodgers monument I saw signs of between New Orleans and Hunstville with Henry Butler, his driver and I, my first day on the job as his pm in 2002. Aren’t there two Jimmy Rodgers? So yeah it’s a hot mess. God bless his hot mess.

RIP Marsh McCall, former Oracle humor columnist and “Just Shoot Me” producer writer, who loved the Beatles. Seriously, folks.

I don’t know how we got from John Prine to Bart Davenport but here ya go:

The voice that launched a fuck-load of ships:

andand but not anand:

Flies in the kitchen I hear them buzzing, or is that the coffee machine and I ain’t done much yet today 8:16 a.m. but this rambling man post, but that’s about all I got in common with John Mayer (“my close personal friend” — I actually said this, just yesterday, 4th of Jew-lies, to my 2 brothers in law):




lord willing and the crick don’t rise I’ll swede in Ruthie Foster soon enough, speaking of Angles.

Lawdy lawdy lawdy, eddie to add:

Ok, there is a gratuitous and hard to register Jerry Hannan vibe here in that,for whatever reason by pocket rocket suggested I ring him early a.m. on 4th of The Jew Lies or texted him and he rips sounded. “Sounds like a story” I texted him, with a self-like likeness. He has an album or song of same name — but not one that I can call to mind the melody or hook. Howerver, and I write this next day or Friday on bar at Old Pro not Old Rodeo but Old Pro — shall we settle on Old Prodeo? — and after 2 French goals and some limp bacon and eggs as I re-read the above I got to sussin and realized that this very song — John Prine’s “Make Me An Angel That Flies From Montgomery” 1971 was used in the “Into The Wild” movie that has Eddie Vedder music and AND wait for it, music by Jerry Hannan (“Society” but also a deleted scene in which his Jerry’s lady Kelly Peterson sings another Hannan chestnut). The action in the movie is a duet or two-shot between and eidetic I think — the characters can hear or do say make the music — I mean diegetic — eidetic is when Japanese people see faces in their crab shells — including Alexander Supertramp the one who died in vain. In van. But not “Vans Warped Tour” a hat from which introduced me to just yesterday in front of Leading Fast Food store a young man from U of Oregon who is an illustrator and musician and critic and son of my Dartmouth contemporary and Paly High grad Brett Field ’88 and him being Bryant “Beau” Field. I axed that young man want he thinks or will think of Angels by John Mayer, Ruthie Foster, Caroleen Bedlam, Bonnie Raitt, and the Fens.

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I think this is that guy I met at Brown Sugar Kitchen who made the documentary about NY street basketball: by Shaniqwa Jarvis

543B013D-FA1C-4A85-A2D9-0A26DA5CC449This guy>>>


Bobbito Garcia hipster filmmaker music impresario and Wesleyan well before Lin Manuel

b/w Shabbat shalom with Burning Spear Papa Mali aka Malcolm Welbourne of 7 Walkers and I’m walking distance from Billy’s childhood home as well as that of Lee Welch:


Slim chance I am wrong if that is Buju Banton; 73 or 44, which sounds like a Chicago song

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I had a glorious day in San Francisco yesterday, minus some very sad news it took about 27 hours to let sink in

36E2C211-8A12-4418-9D3C-6043988905BFDD415802-EC58-4333-B022-C5581B0F74333BDE0147-5BDC-4AD1-87CB-7DBD5130FB44214F3A9A-3976-4CFF-815F-289EA3AC37DBAA3AB49D-0341-4CE7-A1FD-C036824BE52E26CC81E8-9AF4-45C5-8985-09F749DE82A883FE43F2-9637-47FA-871B-D45E00CE15B1DE2CFF80-D43C-49BC-937A-52EC0D75DBC997E69AFA-A79D-4582-8ADC-57D72C114578C0F8E7F3-CD80-4381-A058-5D3C83191D1DCB850F3E-1ABD-40A0-B194-5206816D6CDD357FC360-9200-45ED-958C-9DDE7FA65EA7DCF9AA94-1870-44D7-BFEA-4BAD62DBD802About 1 pm yesterday while Barry and I were enjoying the weather, Longboard beer and Giants Major League Baseball in San Francisco, he told me that a mutual music community friend of ours, a mutual client actually, he as attorney me as then manager of band “individually, collectively and professionally”, had lost a child in the fire in Oakland in December, 2016, eighteen months ago now. I wasn’t particularly close to this person, and that relationship or contract lapsed in 2005, but I definitely remember the first time I became aware of SH’s guitar work, at Bottom of The Hill, in 1994, right at the beginning of my concert promoting business, filling in for the founding guitarist — a different band, same singer, and they went on the two of them, guitar and singer to be good friends and likely still are thru thick and thin, ups and Downs good times and bad — tragedy, pain, I’m sure – but I hope more good than bad. I don’t know. I’ve never been a parent. I remember the audience being supportive of SH and knowing that this was new then. SH seemed somewhat shy and tentative. But the audience roared. At The prowess. And the grit. I tried to book that band I think I called the violinist but was told they were inactive or had broken up. Anyhow their were some good moments eight years later working with those two the singer and guitarist on their new projects but truth be told some rough spots as well.  Maybe regrets. But it did hit me today when I got the chance to sit, in a cafe, back in PA and pull the thread of that sad chapter of their and our story. The persons name is Cash Askew, 1994-2016, who left besides family and friends and fans — beloved— perhaps still grieving— also recorded music and in my believe a spirit that lingers and persists. Not to be corny. I believe this.

I also wonder how much more music and spirit and guitar Cash would have shared with us, even in these most recent 18 months.

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Jen & Perry’s has turd eye bind


Good story  by Josh Code.
But the initiative described therein seems to feature a product Jen & Perry’s Compost that infringes on the trademark of a popular food item. Similarly, as precedent.Steve Jenkins my Gunn schoolmate before founding Third Eye Blind had a duo with Herman Anthony “Zen” Chunn called Puck & Natty until getting desist from Tuck & Patty.
I actually think “Three Day Blinds” on El Camino near Page Mill infringes on Stephen’s band name.
And, if you are still reading this, I once asked the late great jazz and rock instrumentalist Ralph Carney (B-52s, Black Keys, Oranj Mancinis, Tom Waits, Ralphs Partial Parrot) to serenade Perry and Miner, as part of the Love Palo Alto Workshop that yielded the ersatz equine stuffed plush totem fetish dingus.

i dropped this on local website under the overall exemplary story by Weekly intern, USC admit and close personal friend Josh Code “In new effort, donkeys earn their own keep: Barron Park Donkey Project selling equine fertilizer to raise funds” 7/29/2018

Compost and food are separate category yet the established corporation (the small company sold to conglomerate a whiles back) might argue that donkey shit disparages the Steve Colbert fudge crunch .

On the other hand, Palo Alto we the people or the “donkey project” ate kinda owed a karma payoff due to the fact we did not bray the fact that Eddie Murphy character in animated major studio film franchise used them or him or it as a model. We should shake down for donkey pin or pen money. Pro bono lawyer type? Actually Greg Scharff owes us karmawise for calling himself “a country lawyer” in same instant matter pages. If you are a country lawyer Greg you should know how to raise Joe Joe with the details for our lesson equine friends.

Maybe a benefit concert to defend the local brand by Mac rib and Nick also known as Dr. John and his head where are you at mall where are you at Newell

and and:

I’m more likely to buy the compost because I like the ice ceam.
I’m less likely to buy the ice cream because I smell donkey crap.

Or maybe some legal eagle in Barron Park who is actually a lawyer (and not some guy who took one class on Constitutional law 30 years ago in college) has already researched this and we are in safe harbor.

In my own blog’s coverage of this I suggest that smart lawyer guy Greg Scharff could represent the donkey pro bono and work that shit out.

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Palo Alto departure


Woman with clarinet case approaching tracks in time for 2:46 Friday

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I’d like to post here an excerpt of Sara J. Jackson of northeastern on Tommy Smith and John Carlos backed with my photos of the monument to them at San Jose State by Rigo whose work I once moved in my late father’s Mitsubishi van, dig?


Better yet revisit the peace and shoot new photos

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Oakland mayor Libby

Woke I am early 510 style.

Mayor Libby who I don’t think I approve of generally was on the tube; I was in my way to Belgium England via one of my magic electronic boxes

Yedterday in Frisco 415 not Oaktien 510 Terry my Terry and I were milling it Ipsy the mall and I bit —-gee Shell I’m a consumer — in both on both a Colombia soccer t shirt gray with yellow and more to the point — ! —a 23 Green basketball baseball cap that is mostly white and with blue and yellow. First I was eyeing and pawing a blue cap with a Dr’d Jerry-rigged league logo on it but while due diligencungb that I flipped my lid to the “Desmond”. That, and as a shout out to Small 23 from North Carolina as was but of course old 86 number twenty three comma the Space Jam dude.

This started out as thinking about the guitarist from North Florida a former client and news I gleaned on what must have been one of the most beautiful June 28s ever recorded or certainly smartphoned. I saw 80 minutes of baseball with The Barry-ster. I also if you excuse the digression met a nice young man from EPA named Sean Thompson who wants to train javelin (or shot) with my neighbor the former Yale champ Ben Ladomik.

Excuse the segue but this informs and augments the minor chord of my post. My darkness this am will surely be chased by the light lwatcdr that’s a thing. Andrew marvel that.

Tag this “math”


God bless


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