Gear Talk

Saint Josephats Ukrainian church on East Ridge Road in Rochester, New York
Saint Josephats Ukrainian church on East Ridge Road in Rochester, New York

The Barcus Berry pick-up that Peggi uses on her sax started acting up last night. It made a horrendous noise at the most inopportune time and pretty much forced Peggi to take care of it first thing today. She made an appointment to see Chuck in the back room (Rob Storms old nest) of Sound Source and he spent about an hour with her and only charged fifteen bucks. Peggi reports the space has been completely straightened up since he retired. No more Fudgsicles or non-sequitors. No more 3D viewings of Rob’s high school band.

When she got home I took off for House of Guitars to return the cymbal that Bruce let me take home to try. I had stopped in there on my bike and rode home with it under my arm. It almost fit with my kit but I felt like I could find a better match if I brought my existing cymbals up there. I tried every one in the place and finally settled on an old Zildjian that someone had traded in. Bruce had gone home to dinner by that time and the kid that was upstairs didn’t know how much to charge me so I said I’d stop back tomorrow.

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Blunt World

Drug trash near entrance to the Durand Eastman Park
Drug trash near entrance to the Durand Eastman Park

Who picks up for the low-lifes? Public works employees, conscientious neighbors, walkers? Somebody is keeping us from drowning in rubbish.

Check out what this one kid dumped down at the end of Hoffman Road, right near an informal entrance to Durand Eastman Park. 2-for-99 cent Garcia y Vega Grape cigar packages, a fat free Gummy Bears bag, Hershey chocolate and Reese’s peanut butter cup packaging, a receipt from the 7-Eleven on Culver and some small drug bags. Think for a few minutes about what this character might look like.

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As A Matter Of Fact, We Do Own The Road

Green grasshopper with Peggi on Hoffman Road
Green grasshopper with Peggi on Hoffman Road

The mailboxes for four nearby houses are clustered between two big oak trees across the street from us. We repaired some potholes out there earlier this summer and set aside today to dig a drainage ditch right in front of the mailboxes. I took a photo of our neighbor’s layout for the project a few weeks ago. There is a depression there from the mailtruck and last winter it filled with melted snow and turned to a sheet of ice. It was especially dangerous in my slippers when I’d go out to get the papers.

The hole was about three foot deep and we filled it with leftover stone that another neighbor had lying around. Peggi usually drives the tractor but she was still at yoga when we started. Manual labor like this counts as exercise so we skipped our walk today and will probably go to bed a little early tonight.

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Gone

Mark Bradley playing sax with Bobby Henrie and the Goners
Mark Bradley playing sax with Bobby Henrie and the Goners

It was very gracious of Bobbie Henrie and the Goners to host a Buddy Holly Birthday Bash at Abilene but as good the guests are in their own rite (the Bradleys are great)they can only diminish the lean, rock ‘n roll of this well-seasoned trio. The Goners are a treasure and in their minimal trio setting their rough edges are a feature. And they only have rough edges because the three great musicians are always reaching. Punk rock didn’t invent anything, it just brought these qualities back. The Goners never left.

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Primitive XXIst Century

Francesca Lalanne show at Axom Gallery in Rochester, New York
Francesca Lalanne show at Axom Gallery in Rochester, New York

Francesca Lalanne had just finished hanging her “Metropoliticoncious II” show at Axom Gallery when we arrived last night. We were a day early. Galleries are moving their openings to avoid the First Friday crush and her opening is tomorrow. It worked out for us because we had a chance to chat with the artist and see her show in the rather intimate space without the crowds. Francesca grew up in Haiti and her artwork carries mysterious subject matter into the primitive twenty first century.

Every ten years or so we stop by the Clothesline Show on the grounds of the Memorial Art Gallery. This time we rode our bikes and chained them to the gallery gates. We signed up up for Fred Lipp’s painting class in the Creative Workshop and then circled the gallery. Peggi bought a neckless from Boo Poulin, we heard a few songs by Woody Dodge, saw a bit of the belly dancers and ate a five dollar ice cream cookie sandwich from Pittsford Dairy. It was nice to see Patricia Wilder doing a bang-up business with her abstract photos.

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Optimisim

Six deer in woods near Durand Eastman Park, Rochester New York
Six deer inloods near Durand Eastman Park, Rochester New York

What do six deer in the woods near our house have to do with the tragic breaking news of a private plane going down in Jamaica? Developer, Larry Glazer, and his wife were on board. By some reports he was the biggest real estate developer in New York Sate and pioneered Rochester’s downtown re-development. He owns the formerly iconic Midtown Tower, Xerox corporate headquarters building. Bausch & Lomb headquarters along with large swath of downtown Rochester’s booming loft space.

Were headed downtown for First Friday tonight. The nearby woods and the downtown scene are all part of our local quality of life package. Forget about how Rochester lost it’s industrial mojo. Larry was bringing it back and I hope someone is on board to carry on as a tribute to his optimism.

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Everything Is In Season

Produce stand in the country near Rochester, New York
Produce stand in the country near Rochester, New York

It’s bounty time here in the northeast. The carefully tended gardens are offering far more than we can consume. So it was a little strange to come across this roadside stand without any corn or blueberries or peaches. Everything is in season.

We brought back three good sized eggplants from our garden with a handful of oregano and a bag full of tomatoes. Our neighbor was marveling at the beautiful purple fruit on our counter and he offered his Jamie Oliver recipe for “Mellonzanne alla Parmigiana.” His recipe suggests that you grill the eggplant slices on an outdoor barbecue, no drenching of the poor thing in egg and batter just roasted dry on the grill. We used our fresh tomatoes, some onions and parm from our brand new fridge. You bake the dish for a half an hour and it was fantastic. The eggplant was light and creamy, not heavy and greasy.

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Skin I’m In

Cicada emerging from it's shell in the woods
Cicada emerging from it’s shell in the woods

At first I thought this was a new branch, popping out the side of a tree. I’ve rotated the photo above. Cicadas spend most of their life underground living off roots. They crawl out of the ground when they’re mature and emerge from their shells as adults. The Cicadas song is loud enough to cause permanent hearing loss in humans should it sing in your ear. I love the sound and I love coming across the exoskeletons but this is the first time we’ve witnessed the molting.

Margaret Explosion returns to the Little Theater Café tonight 7:30 – 9:30.

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Burning Man

Our porch at night
Our porch at night

We worked our asses off on Labor Day. I found an email at around eight informing us that a large branch had fallen on the fence between two neighbor’s yards. We were welcome to wood if we helped clean-up. I hesitated for a half hour or so on this one. We burn wood to supplement our heat in the winter but we have a huge pile now. It only seemed neighborly to show up.

The branch was over two foot in diameter and it had fallen on a hillside. I cut it into sixteen inch lengths and we hauled it up the hillside in arms, heart attack style. We loaded up the back of our Element and dumped the wood near the our pile in order to split. We finished the job around three and spent the rest of the afternoon soaking in the pool.

Bobby Henrie and the Goners were playing on the beach at Marges so we headed down there after dinner. They cordoned off the area between the bar and the lake and it looked like the backyard in “Easy Money.” It was packed.

We spotted Frank DeBlase out in the lake in kayak so we hopped the ropes and hung out with him and Alanya from Record Archive at a nearby party. We had a great earshot of the band, two George Jones songs in the set, and a giant bonfire to watch watch as sunset came. Alanya’s husband had built a Burning Man figure out of driftwood and he was having a hard time getting it going. We got out of there when he asked how you throw gasoline on a fire that was already burning.

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What Happened To Roebuck?

My brother Fran's kitchen
My brother Fran’s kitchen

Our refrigerator came with our house. It was made by Amana, a brand that seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. It keeps things cold alright, but lettuce and fresh produce freeze unless you have them right up front and the motor is really noisy. Peggi did a some research online. We had access, through a friend, to Consumer Reports’ website and they rank models on temperature control, design, reliability and noise. We rode our bikes over to Sears, one of the only stores left in Medley Center, to check them out in person.

The local power company, RG&E, is offering a fifty dollar rebate if you get an energy efficient model, Sears was having a Labor Day sale and they gave us five percent off if we opened a charge account. They deliver, they haul away your old model and if we pay the total on the first bill they give us an addition twenty bucks off. The salesman over there said he only works Sundays,”to pay for dance lessons, not mine, my daughter’s” but he really knew his stuff.

I was thinking about the refrigerator we had in our first apartment. It was my grandparents old unit. Every couple of months it would swell shut with frost engulfing whatever it was we had in there. After that bit the dust we picked up a used harvest gold GE that we brush-painted an eggplant color. The salesman said he wasn’t supposed to tell us but Whirlpool is the same as Kenmore. We checked out a Samsung before choosing an LC (formerly Goldstar) model in black with French doors and the freezer on the bottom. We rode our bikes home and expect delivery in two days.

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Guardians Of The Galaxy

Security Guards reporting for duty at Regal Theater, Culver Ridge, in Rochester, New York
Security Guards reporting for duty at Regal Theater, Culver Ridge, in Rochester, New York

This morning’s news that North American Box Office sales were way down was no surprise. The Little Theatre is always fun but we hadn’t been to a chain theater in ages. We did “Get On Up” last night for the James Brown movie in hopes that it would at the least be fun. The armed security guards were showing up for work as we walked toward the door, a reminder of the youth unrest that has plagued the sixteen screen Regal Theater at Culver Ridge.

James Brown’s music is so good, so powerful, so dynamic that Hollywood could only fuck it up. A better tribute to his musical contribution would be the re-release of his 1964 T.A.M.I Show. We saw him at Red Creek and the Auditorium Theater and we heard he was still sensational at the Jazz Fest before he died. This Mick Jagger financed biopic is not the bomb.

Let’s hope Martin Scorsese doesn’t blunt the Ramones with his 2016 biopic.

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Grotto of Agony

The Grotto of the Agony at St. Michael’s Mission House in Conesus, New York
The Grotto of the Agony at St. Michael’s Mission House in Conesus, New York

There is no way in hell that the Evangelical group that has taken over St. Michael’s Mission House in Conesus, New York will eve restore the The Grotto of the Agony. Christians have a lot in common but only Catholics wallow in the details of Christ’s crucifixion by entertaining thoughts of or practicing self-flagellation as penance for atonement their sins or as a path to sanctity.

We were in the back seat of Jeff and Mary Kaye’s car last week, traveling south along the western edge of Hemlock Lake, on a small country road when we came across a huge abandoned complex. The former seminary for “Societas Verbi Divini” or Divine Word Fathers is the perfect setting for “ruin porn” or a horror movie. The missionary order left the complex in the mid eighties and took the statues off their pedistals.

An Evangelical group has taken possession of the grounds and a caretaker told us about the “Grotto of the Agony.” We wandered around and found concrete structures for the fourteen outdoor stations of the cross that had been stripped of the depictions of Christ’s final hours. A life size cross near the Grotto showed signs of the body that had once been nailed to it. The Grotto’s centerpiece was a stone, cave-like structure that had been built into the hillside. I took some photos in the early nineties, studies for recasting the stations of the cross, and I really need to get back on that project.

There are a few websites devoted to St. Michael’s, one official and one fan-based.

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Call Before You Dig

Jared graphic on road in Rochester, New York
Jared graphic on road in Rochester, New York

A long time ago I worked as a commercial artist for Hart Conway in the Triangle Building downtown on East Avenue. My boss smoked pot every morning and she was the most organized person I have ever met. We had some cash cow clients like RTS, the local bus service, and a bunch of car dealers who placed daily ad spreads in the paper and we had this organization that coordinated efforts to get local utilities approval before a backhoe digs in to a construction site and hits a water main or worse, an underground cable. The mascots for this campaign were two furry little animals that we had to draw in different poses for each ad, the two color pieces were always green and brown and the slogan was always the same, “Call Before You Dig.”

There are nine houses on our street and we pitch in on road repairs. One neighbor, though, can’t help but contribute more than others. Jared is our leader and a joy to work with. We’re preparing to put a drainage ditch in near our mailboxes because the mail lady (Jared thinks “she is as cute as a button”) drives in exactly the same spot every day and she has worn a ditch that fills up with water and freezes in the winter making getting the papers or mail a life threatening experience. He artfully outlined the drain (I’m not sure what the extension shown in the enlargement is all about) and then two of the utilities have signed off on it.

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Double Double

View of brick walls from Highland Hospital's fifth floor
View of brick walls from Highland Hospital’s fifth floor

You would think hanging around hospitals would give you plenty of time to keep up on your news consumption but I seem to have fallen behind as I visit, email updates, walk up and down the halls and compile confusing notes on tests results.

I just checked in at Google News and see that a nine year girl accidentally shot her shooting instructor with an Uzi. “Scientists ‘Rewrite’ Bad Memories in Mice.” And Burger King, the Home of the Whopper, is buying Tim Hortons. Their signature drink is a “Double Double,” coffee with two creams and two sugars. I take mine black and I’ve never been to a Tim Hortons. The last time I was at a Burger King was when I was living in a dorm in Indiana. I see DropBox is now offering a terabyte of storage and I’m dreaming about what I could do with all that space.

We stopped in at Record Archive’s new back room last night to watch an early trailer for an upcoming documentary on the thriving record store. I was hoping to see some archival footage of MX-80 in their old “Back Room” or maybe even that time I played drums with Greg Prevost from the Chesterfield Kings. There was some great old footage though and plenty of new stuff with the colorful cast of current, long time employees, mostly guys with long hair and beards.

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Escapee

Deer friendly flowers at the pool
Deer friendly flowers at the pool

The guard behind the emergency room check-in desk yelled “Where are you going, mam?” My dad was sleeping, I was on my way home to sleep for a few hours and this woman in a blue hospital gown and socks was trying to get out. She said she just wanted to step outside and the guard said, “I can’t let you do that.” He was someone not to mess with, former military, muscle bound, busting out of his security uniform.

He looked uncomfortable, like he couldn’t even let his bulging arms relax at his side. “Did you have an IV? It looks like you did?” “Look, I just want to have a smoke,” she said. “Didn’t they give you a patch.” “They did but I just want to step outside.” “I can’t let you do that.” A fellow guard called upstairs and said, “You have a patient down here who is trying to leave the hospital.” I got out while I could.

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Colors Of A Dream

Tom Harrell "Colors Of A Dream"
Tom Harrell “Colors Of A Dream”

We’ve seen/heard Tom Harrell a few times at the Jazz Fest and once at the Exodus to Jazz Series. Each performance was outstanding. He writes beautiful melodies and surrounds himself with sensational players, real pros. His “Colors of a Dream” sextet, who played last night in the auditorium at Hochstein School of Music, had two bass players, Ugonna Okegwo and Esperanza Spalding, a star in her own right.

I loved drummer, Johnathan Blake’s playing. His father, who just died a few days ago, played violin on Archie Schepp’s “Attica Blues.” And I love his setup. You can see it in the enlargement of the photo above. All the drums and cymbals are are aligned horizontally. We played a gig with the Romantics when I was with New Math and their drummer set up the same way.

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MyCare vs. MyChart

View from forth floor of Rochester General Hospital, formerly Northside Hospital
View from forth floor of Rochester General Hospital, formerly Northside Hospital

The guy in the hospital bed next to my father is on the phone, talking to his wife. He has had some sort of cardiac event that he suspects was caused either by the salty air in Massachusetts, where he had been on business, or possibly the salty paella he had, a Spanish dish whose title he mangled by trying to pronounce the to “l”s like we would in English. The cardiologist here recommended a test for him that he suspected was only ordered because they make “90,000 dollars with the machine.” He had been doing some reach online.

My dad is being released in hour or so having slept like a baby last night. My mom was in Emergency with a UTI at this same hospital last week at he same time as my youngest brother was in surgery upstairs, having a sliver, that had been lodged in his finger for over a month, surgically removed.

My mom’s primary care doctor is in the General system and my dad’s primary care doctor is in the Strong system. Both my parents have specialists outside their “system.” Sharing records to provide prompt professional care would seem a no-brainier today but the systems don’t talk to one another. I got my dad’s hospital urologist going on this bureaucratic topic and he went off. He told me his own primary care doctor is in the other system. He finished the tirade by apologizing for his rant. I apologize for mine.

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Ground Rounds

Sea Breeze, New York at dusk
Sea Breeze, New York at dusk

About one or two times a year we go down to the lake for an ice cream. I say “down” because it is downhill, otherwise we’d be underwater, but it is really “up” if your compass is working. We like the Chocolate Almond custard at “Don’s Original. If we were here for ground rounds we’d be next door at Viv & Irv’s.

When a restaurant call’s itself “Original’ it only calls attention to the fact that there is some shaky history to the lineage and I don’t claim to know the rundown but I vividly remember going with my dad to Don & Bob’s on Monroe Avenue where we’d pick up burgers and fries for the whole family and drive back home as quickly as possible while the car filled with the aroma of those thin, flat patties that hung over the edge the bun by an inch or so. It was beautiful torture. Jeff Springut from the Red Creek took the place over and ran it into the ground.

There is good reason why Sea Breeze Amusement Park used to call itself “Dreamland.” Sea Breeze, a tiny enclave at the end of Culver Road is nothing but dreamy. We walked out on the pier while we ate our custard and felt like we were much more than a mile from home.

There’s always more photos over here.

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Always Right Now

Mark, Ann and Paul Dodd on steps of 68 Brokfield Road house in Rochester, New York
Mark, Ann and Paul Dodd on steps of 68 Brokfield Road house in Rochester, New York

I loved Richard Linklater’s “Boyhood.” I think it is a masterpiece, an understated, big slice of life, some twelve years worth. Oddly, it didn’t feel like a movie. It was as comfortable as a daydream, the unconscious desire we all have to recapture the time when we weren’t trying to recapture anything. The long movie felt short and crystalized out of the blue with the closing line, “It’s like it’s always right now.”

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Beautiful Corpse

Purple Indian Pipes mushrooms
Purple Indian Pipes mushrooms

“Indian Pipes” are sometimes called “Corpse Plants” because they have no chlorophyl. I always thought they were mushrooms. The ones we see around here are white when they’re fresh and black as they die. We were knocked out by the delicate purple vessels we stumbled on in the mountains.

The apartment building where my parents live had an art show this afternoon and my father held court with his paintings and sketch books. A woman brought quilts and a copy of the “American Quilts” book that she was featured in. A man brought a wooden model of the USS Ammen that started making while he was stationed on the battleship in WWII and another woman showed her abstract work. She “likes to start with nothing.” Pete Tierney, who is 101, sat behind a table with his hand carved birds. A younger resident showed us a picture of a painting her grand daughter had done. It was featured in an article about 25 artists under 25. She said I always tell my kids, “You are only as good as think you are.” It was really inspiring. I came home and got to work.

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