Get To The Point

Paul Dodd Crime Face Watercolor from September 2010
Paul Dodd Crime Face Watercolor from September 2010

As I noted here a few days back, we really enjoyed Anne Havens artist’s talk at the MAG. The slides of her work were beautiful. The presentation itself was a work of art. I did an artist talk there a few years back and I know how much pressure there is to add something interesting to the work that was created to speak for itself. You have to go deep to top your best efforts and Anne succeeded. Had I offered her the advice my buddy, Frank Paolo, gave me she would have had a perfect game.

Frank gives seminars on effective presentation techniques. I’ve seen him in action, knocking the socks off a large corporation’s top salesmen. Frank gets top dollar for a day’s work and any company would
realize a sizable ROI. When Frank heard I was doing this talk he invited me over for a few tips and I will never forget this one. “Skip the opening thank yous.” Frank says a crowd will never be more attentive then in the opening moments so don’t bring them down with obligatory thank yous to the stiffs in the front row. Launch right into your presentation.

We had our first painting class last night. It was full and two of the lost looking, new students asked me if I was the teacher. I said no and explained that the teacher will probably be late but it will be worth it. One of the older returning painters asked if I was still doing “those guys”. I said yeah and he asked if it was getting any easier. Of course I said no.

Fred Lipp spent most of his time with the new students. He has a habit of scaring off timid students and the classroom is guaranteed to be not as crowded next week. When he got to me he was as incisive as ever. He covered up the orange shirt on the guy pictured above and showed me my painting. Of course it much more effective without the distracting shirt. The point of the painting was all in the expression. “Always get to the point,” he said. I was stunned. So obvious.

As James Brown would say, “Hit it and quit.”

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Cute As A Button

Steve the mailman in his car
Steve the mailman in his car

I haven’t been out enough to grab any new photos so I reached into my vault for this one. Sort of picked it at random. Steve was our mailman for about twenty years. We used to trade music and he used our bathroom most days. And we got an earful of the new post office regulations as they rolled them out, efficiency methods that took the life out of his job. You know how you see someone out of context and it’s like wow. Peggi must have been driving when I grabbed this.

Our current mail person is a woman. Our neighbor says she’s “cute as a button”. She delivers from her truck and turns around in our driveway. It’s not the same.

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Floating at the DFC

Trees out back
Trees out back

We missed all sorts of cool stuff this weekend. Nod played at a house party on Plymouth Avenue and Jim Mott had a an opening at the Oxford Gallery. We spent most of our free time restoring my dad’s brand new computer.

Peggi decided to to try one of Tom’s yoga classes at the Downtown Fitness Club. Tom used to be in her class there when Jeffery taught there. Peggi walked in a little late (runs in the family) and some familiar music was playing. Peggi said, “That’s our our music” and Tom said “What do you mean?” “That’s our band,” she said. Tom explained that his friend, Paul, made the compilation cd for him.

Here’s Margaret Explosion – Floating At The Bug Jar.

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Natural Approach

Birch trees on the ground in Durand Eastman Park
Birch trees on the ground in Durand Eastman Park

We took a walk in the woods and finished up down at the pool where we celebrated the end of summer with a stimulating dip. The water was 65 degrees but it felt great.

Fair warning. You have one more day to get over to see Anne Haven’s work in the Memorial Art Gallery. She is one of six local artists featured in the 4th Rochester Biennial. Anne gave a lecture on Thursday and we were in the front row. She showed slides of her work of course and read lines from her favorite poems and let us in on her intuitive and completely natural approach to making art. She is an inspiration.

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Off Premise Backup Strategies

Footprints in my parent's driveway from thief
Footprints in my parent’s driveway from thief

We don’t set the alarm and often wake up with a phone call. This morning it was my cousin’s wife calling to say she found my parent’s garage door open while she walking her dog. My parents asked us to keep an eye on their place while the were out of town and this didn’t seem right. We suggested she call 911 and we headed over there. The cops were already there by the time we got there and sure enough someone had broken in. They (one or two guys) tried the neighbor’s place first and they stepped in some fresh turned earth near their window and then they tracked these prints across my parent’s driveway.

They used a bar to bust open the back door and smashed a window to unlatch the dead bolt but we couldn’t find the glass pieces. Suction cups? Took the glass with them? And the glass that the cops did find was from a car window. They thought maybe the thief (thieves) had stolen another car to get to my parent’s house and pieces fell off their clothes. They took a couple of Cokes out of the refrigerator and left them in my father’s computer room and one of them took a big, loose shit in their toilet and he didn’t flush it. They went through every cupboard and took what they could get rid of in a hurry. So there was an empty tv stand and a pile of cords behind the desk where the computer was and to my surprise the backup drives were still there so I hope to do a full restore when my dad gets his next computer. Oh, and they put all the stuff in my parent’s car and drove off with the loot. Green Honda Accord with a peace sign on it.

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Pagan Rites

Chiminea fire in the back yard
Chiminea fire in the back yard

I almost forgot I had a blog. I haven’t been here in a few days. Too much work. Don’t call us. We’re too busy.

We celebrated the Autumnal Equinox in style last night. I think it was a full moon, it looked it. We fired up our Home Depot chiminea and burnt some scrap wood from the garage. It was mostly pine but there was some redwood and cedar scraps from various home improvement projects. It got too hot out there for a while. There is a whole ‘nother world in that chiminea. We were transfixed.

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Wisdom vs. Intelligence

iPad Netflix Dracula
iPad Netflix Dracula

Even though Guy Davis (referenced in my last post) played mostly songs from the giants of blues catalog I found him to be more folk than blues. But what do I know? I am not a folkie. He told some great stories between songs.

I woke up thinking I was tending to the cabbage in our garden. We don’t have any cabbage. I was still thinking about the German movie we watched a few nights ago called “The White Ribbon.” It was full of “who done its” without any concrete resolution and it had us speculating all day long. Not that it even mattered, it was a way of getting back into the movie. It was beautifully shot in austere black and white and set in pre WW1 Austria and was as unsettling as “Children of the Damned.” The sub titles were small so we sat cross-legged, up close to the tv. This intensified our involvement and it took a while it shake it. May have to try that again.

Clarence, the man who built our house in the late forties, stopped by with his daughter like he does every summer. Our neighbor, Jared, who was here when Clarence lived in our house, stopped n to reconnect and he asked Clarence what he attributed his longevity too. At 98 and a half Clarence is sharp as a tack. He said something about the Lord and Jared, the lovable atheist that he is, asked, “Why does the Lord decide to let you live to a ripe old age and then take a young person down”? Clarence said he has lived long enough to gain wisdom which is better than intelligence”.

We put “The White Ribbon” in the mail and cued up the Netflix “Instant Play” version of “The Horror of Dracula” on our iPad. Jack Garner recommended it in our local paper. We propped the iPad up between a Philip Guston book and one on Mattise and ran the audio out to our stereo. The application locked up at one point and I grabbed this still.

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Blues Royalty

Davis at Rick and Monica's house concert in Rochester, New York
Davis at Rick and Monica’s house concert in Rochester, New York

We’re heading across the street in a few minutes to see/hear Guy Davis. He’s appearing at a house concert in our neighbor’s living room. I lent Rick a mic and some cables and I helped with the sound check and then I snapped this picture. Guy is Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis’s son and he sounds pretty bluesy. I’ve never heard any of his recordings. I’l report back.

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Red Sauce

I suspect Martin eats out more than he eats in but I know he is a great cook. We’ve had his homemade pizzas and olive salad and things I can’t remember right now. He emailed us that he and Boo had bought thirty pounds of tomatoes at the public market and made sauce by baking the tomatoes. We have always par-boiled the tomatoes and then simmered the sauce for most of the day so we were intrigued by the baking approach. We grow tomatoes in the gardens of the neighbors on either side of us. We don’t have enough sun on our property to grow them. In fact I only have to mow our lawn twice a year because it just doesn’t get enough light to grow.

We picked both gardens clean and split the tomatoes in half as Martin suggested. Here’s his recipe:
Cut in half and put in roasting pans with chopped onion, garlic, some with red peppers and olive oil, baked for 3 hours, pull the skins off and blend. We started at 400 for an hour then lowered to 350. They get real juicy at first then the juice starts to evaporate. When most of it is gone take them out and let them cool. We dug in and slipped the skins off before blending them and putting them in freezer bags with a funnel. We put sliced carrots in some batches- they sweeten it a bit. Don’t bother with Basil, the flavor disappears almost as soon as you put it in so it should never be added until you’re ready to eat.

I was working out in the tomatoes cooked down and the whole neighborhood smelled like an Italian restaurant. We started to pull the skins off and then bagged that idea. And we didn’t blend them either. It almost like stewed tomatoes but chunky and rich. The next night I baked a big eggplant at 400 for about an hour and then peeled and sliced it. I mixed it in with the sauce and we served it over whole wheat pasta.

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Point Pleasant

Path in woods that leads to our voting booth at Pt. Pleasant Fire Department
Path in woods that leads to our voting booth at Pt. Pleasant Fire Department

We look forward to voting because it is such a nice walk through the woods over to the Point Pleasant Fire Department where our polling station is. New York has new voting machines this year and they already look outdated. I miss the big old slot machine like levers. They gave us giant paper ballots and pens and asked us to “completely fill in the bubbles next to the candidate’s name”. And when we finished with that we were asked to feed it into the black machine labeled “Scanner.” It churned away, confirmed the votes and then submitted them somewhere.

We voted for Schneiderman for Attorney General. Peggi especially liked his response to the question, “What do you do for exercise?” The other candidates all went to the gym or ran but he said he “passes out leaflets at the subway stops”. Of course there were a few other like minded responses on the more substantive issues like the Islamic Community Center.

The city used to set up these grey, wooden, outhouse-like buildings at the end of our street when I was growing up and people voted in them. I remember getting inside one a few days before the voting began. My parents had us passing out flyers for John F. Kennedy that year.

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Ash Can School

Trash can at the cemetery in Rochester New York
Trash can at the cemetery in Rochester New York

I was cutting through the cemetery on my bike when it dawned on me that the trash cans there are made of metal, not plastic. I was thinking how we used to call them “ash cans” when we were kids probably because that’s what our parents called them. And for good reason, they used to put their ashes in them before all the coal burning furnaces were converted to gas or oil. And we called the garbage men “the ashmen”. We used to get exited when they came down our city street. I don’t even remember garbage men after we moved to Webster. Teenagers have other stuff on their mind.

Steve Hoy and I rented a house Bloomington for $85 a month and it had a coal burning furnace. We used to shovel the ashes out and pile them up on the basement floor. One night I went down there with the lights off and the four foot pile was glowing red hot. We were too lazy (or preoccupied) to put the ashes in the damn ash can.

I was tuned in to the metal ash can because I had just finished reading another Guston book, “Telling Stories” by David Kaufmann. Guston uses the trash can lids as shields for his klansmen and Kaufmann discusses Guston’s allegories which are are now all swimming around in my head.

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Punk Rock Dressing Room

Sparky in his Caddy
Sparky in his Caddy

Peggi’s mom was using her fingers to name her five aunts. She was having trouble coming up with the sixth name and said, “I’m afraid the hereafter is going to be very confusing, trying to reconnect with everybody.” Her sole known cousin had called and it was his mom’s name that we trying to think of. I was thinking how I have about fifty first cousins and I could never name them all.

Sparky stopped by to check up on us. We keep talking about doing a repeat performance of Polish sausage lunch we did a few yeas back. The woman who made these magical sausages died and Sparky hasn’t found a substitute. It gives us something to talk about, sausage and Pete. We gave him a cassette of Pete LaBonnes’s music years ago and he always asks about him.

When Jeanne Perri was in town this summer (she moved to Nashville in the music boom days) we sat around calling out our favorite Pete songs and then playing them on our laptop. One that stuck with me is “Punk Rock Dressing Room” with the refrain, “We’re living in a punk rock dressing room”. I was thinking of that song last night when we got home from Peggi’s mom’s place. There was an unlabeled cd in a white envelope taped to our door with “4 U” written on it. I popped it in to my desktop computer and 19 untitled audio tracks popped up so I gave it a spin. It was a live Ramones’ recording from San Francisco from the “Road To Ruin” tour. We saw them many times and this brought it all back. They rescued rock and roll and were true performance artists. Rick Simpson stopped by this morning and asked if we got the cd. I never would have guessed it was from him.

Our NetFlix movie selection of the night was The Runaways movie. Even the extras were good except there was only still photos of Joan Jett and no current video of her.

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Double Threat

Dave Ripton and Todd Beers double self portrait from 1992
Dave Ripton and Todd Beers double self portrait from 1992

I have a lot of old paintings out in the garage and most of them are mine. Our current house has a lot less wall space than our old city house had. I’ve been organizing the garage this summer and I dusted off this painting yesterday. I bought it from Cheryl at Godiva’s when it was over on Monroe Avenue. It’s a double self portrait by Dave Ripton and Todd Beers. I played drums in the Dave’s band for a while along with Jack Schaefer and Martin Edic. We used to practice in the recording studio behind the Bug Jar. I loved Dave’s songs and I love this self portrait. He is a duel threat at least. Dave’s well meaning painting advice to me was, “I’d love to see your faces on heroin.” I think he wanted me to get real, sort of the opposite of lighten up.

Todd used to get poetry workshops at area high schools. He’d work with the kids during the day and then they’d read their work coffee house style in a dimly lit assembly space at night. He often asked Peggi and me to join them as musical accompaniment, bongos and sax. I feel very fortunate to have this painting. It used to hang over our fireplace. Someday I’ll get back on a wall.

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Early Bounty

Early pumpkin, escaped from the garden
Early pumpkin, escaped from the garden

The big pumpkin I pictured here a few days ago has officially escaped the garden. It broke off the vine under its own weight and dropped to the ground. We carried it home but don’t expect it to last until Halloween.

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6/5 Time

Brian Williams 65th birthday bash at Abilene in Rochester, New York
Brian Williams 65th birthday bash at Abilene in Rochester, New York

Geez! I remember when Brian Williams was 60 and we celebrated his birthday at the Little Theater Café while his band Lumiere played. On Labor Day afternoon Bob Henrie, his brother, his girlfriend and an assorted cast of musicians connected to the Middlesex scene performed at Abilene as we celebrated Brian’s 65th.

Brian Williams 65th birthday bash at Abilene in Rochester, New York

We asked Brian how he felt and answered “Great” with his characteristically big smile. There were a few qualifiers but I won’t get into that. Mostly, he said, music keeps you young.

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Lifeboat

Restored version of Alfred Hitchcock's Lifeboat at the George Eastman House in Rochester, New York
Restored version of Alfred Hitchcock’s Lifeboat at the George Eastman House in Rochester, New York

Don’t sell your Apple stock yet.

Our cable modem went out the other night so I rebooted it and then our Netgear router and then the old Linksys router that we use as a hub. Got everything working but the dumbest one of the bunch, the hub. So we rode our bikes over to Staples to pick up a hub or a switch and while we were there we sort of rethought our setup. A couple of our wired machines could go wireless and that would free up a couple of slots and we use our old HP Laserjet so infrequently that we figured we could share our clunky pc’s slot with it. We left without making a purchase but we did some good thinking over there. We decided to pick up an Apple Express to extend our wireless range and stream iTunes on the stereo at the other end of our house.

So we headed out to the Apple Store and got there about five o’clock on Sunday before Labor Day. The place was packed. The blue shirts had been swallowed up by the throngs. It was tough just getting at the products on the shelves and once we had our Express in hand we couldn’t find a free employee to do the transaction. I liked it better when Apple was the underdog.

Restored version of Alfred Hitchcock's Lifeboat at the George Eastman House in Rochester, New York

The Dryden Theater at the George Eastman House screened two newly restored, early Hitchcock shorts last night. “Bon Voyage” and “Avenure Malgache” were French WW2 propaganda films made in the UK and we got very confused as which side the spys were on. The feature film, “Lifeboat”, was straight forward and built like a train with a few spectacular wrecks along the way. The guy who introduced the film said Talula Bankhaead was rumored to not have worn any underwear and we confirmed that that was the case after a big wave crashed in the boat. The lifeboat became a miniature stage for all the world’s trials and tribulations to play out on. I won’t spoil the ending.

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Four Dollar Babies

Baby in plastic bag at Public Market in Rochester, NY
Baby in plastic bag at Public Market in Rochester, NY

There was an article in the paper last week about the Rochester Public Market ranking as the best public market in the country and sure enough the place was packed on Saturday. We couldn’t park where we normally do. Barry Kucker was out of his world famous sandwiches. The Mexican place was packed. My parents were there. We went with Rick and Monica and all bought as much fresh produce as we could carry. Back home we combined forces for a harvest bounty feast. Monica made a delicious peach pie.

Jim Mott stopped by and dropped off the painting he did for us when he stayed here on his local Itinerant Artist tour. He did five or six and we picked this one. We played some horseshoes before he left and Jim tried throwing with his left and right hands because he is somewhat ambidextrous. He paints left handed but his right hand threw better.

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Like Obsession

A. Botts art at the Record Archive in Rochester, New York
A. Botts art at the Record Archive in Rochester, New York

First Friday comes around pretty fast these days. We started at the Bop Shop Atrium and heard a few songs by John and Mary. This was the last of a series called “Fourteen Fridays” there. Peggi and I played quite a few gigs with John back when he was in 10,000 Maniacs and we reconnected after their set. We walked across the street to the Print Club’s show at Rochester Arts & Cultural Council. The definition of a print is pretty wide open these days and it gets a little tedious trying to figure out how the images were made so I skip that part and just take in the imagery. There were some especially nice prints there. My father and I used to be members of that organization.

A. Botts art at the Record Archive in Rochester, New York
A. Botts art at the Record Archive in Rochester, New York

We headed over to the Record Archive next where a band had just finished. One of the band members, who goes by the name of A. Boggs, was showing his drawings and collages there as well. A. is influenced by Philip Guston and even used a photocopy of a pile of Guston’s feet in a few of his Dylan collages. The detail above is from a piece called “Two Heads Emerging.” A. Boggs work was priced at around $25 each. Since I am obsessed with Guston I got pretty excited at the show.

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Hanging Pumpkin

Hanging pumpkin escaping the garden.
Hanging pumpkin escaping the garden.

We started some seeds from scratch this year, lettuce, peppers and basil, and they did well. We bought our plants, tomatoes and more jalepeños, at Case’s on Norton just like other years. But we picked up some zucchini plants at Aman’s on East Ridge Road. The plants were labeled “zucchini ” but they got huge in a hurry and ran all over the garden. I pulled a twenty foot section out of our tomatoes and threw it back where it started. The leaves are as big as elephant ears and the vegetable that emerged from the blossoms looked a lot like pumpkins now. Some are already orange. We will probably have enough for the whole street. The one see above escaped the garden and is now hanging off the fence that is supposed to keep the deer out. Do deer like pumpkin? We will find out.

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Play It Sun Ray

Still from Sun Ra movie "Space Is The Place"
Still from Sun Ra movie “Space Is The Place”

I have more recordings (cds, mp3s, vinyl and even an 8-track) by Sun Ra than any other artist. I go through long periods with nothing else but Sun Ra on my iPod. His music is melodic and rhythmic in equal measures and then abstract as hell but it is joyous above all else. I saw him five times before he died and every time I thought this is the best music I have ever heard/seen in my life. His songs with vocals would be top of the pops in a perfect world.

Many years ago I started building a database of of my my meager Sun Ra collection. Sun Ra has over a hundred releases and re-releases on almost as many labels. He pressed his own records in the band’s rehearsal space and issued them on his own Saturn label. I bought a few of them after the band’s performance at Red Creek in the seventies and had Sun Ra sign them. Impulse issued a few records and then passed on a host of others that are rumored to be locked in a vault. A&M signed him in the eighties and tried to clean up his sound. Other labels just put out whatever they can get their hands on. Live shows make phenomenal Sun Ra albums. One of my favorites, “Music From Tomorrow’s World”, was recorded in a tiny bar in Chicago in the late fifties. A drunken women continually eggs Sun Ra on by hollering, “Play it Sun Ray”.

I ripped my Sun Ra cds and converted the vinyl to mp3s so my collection is all in iTunes now and it occurred to me that that iTunes is as good a database as any. I spent a few days of spare time tracking down covers to the really obscure ones and now I sit back and marvel at them in cover flow view.

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