Blue Notes

Street band in front of apartment building near Abilene in Rochester, New York
Street band in front of apartment building near Abilene in Rochester, New York

We were the first ones in line outside the Rochester Club for Luca Ciarla Quartet while the line for the Cuban band at Kilbourn, a show that started at the same time, had already wrapped around the corner and was confusing itself with the line we started. The “Mediterranean Gypsy Jazz” moniker works well for these guys. Laid back, warm and friendly, their personalties carry over to their sound. The crowd went nuts when violin, accordion, double bass and hand drums got into overdrive but they kept the volume in check and always followed it up with something sweet. From Monk to Nino Roto like tunes they reached beyond the gypsy songbook. The accordion player was outstanding.

The line we found in front of Harro East (remember when this place was the Triangle Theater and Wease worked the door and they had all those great reggae acts?) was gone so we stopped in for few songs. I like Catherine Russell’s great voice when she’s not belting it out.

We were kind of looking forward to the Monophonics, the “psychedelic soul” band from the Bay Area. I liked the single we listened to in the iTunes store, a real digital single, two songs for $1.98 and packaged with a big hole 45 and off white sleeve graphic. But, damn, there was nothing psychedelic about them. They were as loud as hell. The guy in front of us had his hands over his ears until he left. The tent was packed with glum looking people in plastic chairs. The gruff vocalist behind the B3 managed to get seven or eight kids up dancing to “Slippin’ Into Darkness” as we slipped out the back.

We were talking earlier to a fellow Jazz Fest passenger, a stranger, who said he has a problem with the Xerox venue because he always falls asleep. The auditorium’s warm sound is perfect for some acts and Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey is one of them. Man, did they sound great! Like the Flaming Lips, a fellow Tulsa band but on the rock side, they are adventurous. Aptly named, the Odyssey wander all over the musical map, with songs arranged but open like a free-range playground. We’ve seen these guys at two earlier festivals and they keep getting better and crazier.

There’s some photos of these acts over here.

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Don’t Encourage Him

Kid trumpeter in the alley behind the Eastman Theater in Rochester, New York
Kid trumpeter in the alley behind the Eastman Theater in Rochester, New York

The couple in front of us in the line for Tom Harrell were like a bad trip. The woman was dying to talk, to anyone, and there we were. I tried to give detached answers to her questions but when she asked me if I needed help threading the cloth lanyard through my jazz pass I just said, “No,” in a scolding tone.

Behind us a mom was helping her son set up a busking station. She even chummed the waters or primed the pump by putting a dollar bill in the open trumpet case. She probably dressed him too because he looked like he had stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. As he warmed up his lip the guy in front of us said, “Maybe he’ll use the money for lessons.” The kid played the theme to an Ellington song and I clapped. The guy said, “Don’t encourage him.”

See more Jazz Fest notes by clicking on this year’s pass.

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Jazz Notes

Pink and blue chairs at Jazz Fest in Rochester, New York
Pink and blue chairs at Jazz Fest in Rochester, New York

We made an extra effort to get out early on the first night of Jazz Fest 11 and we were in good shape for down front seats at Kilbourn Hall for the bass player Christian McBride but word spread that he was stuck in Newark airport due to wind. You’d think McBride could have made an extra effort to leave a few hours before the show or just driven up here.

Hatch Recital Hall, the newest addition to the Jazz Fest venue list is easily the best sounding room in the line-up. It’s not a room, it’s a performance space and it only holds about two hundred people. It’s like sitting in front of a big speaker but in this case the tweeter is a Steinway Grand and the woofer is a gorgeous sounding stand up bass in the capable hands of Canadians Don Thompson and Neil Swainson. They have played together for thirty years and know over two thousand songs so they were melodic and lyrical as twenty first century musicians can be.

We had seen “Get The Blessing” before at an earlier Jazz Fest and we gave their straight ahead trip hop a second try. Elements of jazz, the two horns, with plenty of effects on top of a clubby rhythm section in the cavernous Christ Church seems like it could work. The drummer and bass player had success with Portishead but here their instruments had a wide dull rumble sound like a rock band down the street rehearsing.

Goran Kafjes Subtropic Arkestra at the Lutheran Church borrowed the the name of Sun Ra’s band. They built their songs around somewhat repetitive keyboard progressions and with seven players they managed to sound like a big band but they didn’t swing like Ra or visit the astral planes. Jonas Kullhammer was in the band which was sort of odd. He was such a dynamo with his own quartet in years past. But still I liked this band quite a bit. It was trumpet player, Goran Kafjes’, birthday and their music was fun like a Bollywood soundtrack.

Ingmar Bergman comes from the Faroe Islands and there is something of that austere quality in Yggdrasil’s delicate sensitive music. Like the early, hippie, new age ensembles Paul Winter Consort or Oregon, they look for inspiration close to the earth. Yggdrasil performed a beautiful nine part piece devoted to the Inuit and Native American tribes of North and South America. With chanting, piano, bass, flutes, violin, drums and an electric guitar player in a Pink Floyd shirt they were quite extraordinary.

I’m keeping track of the Jazz Fest over here.

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Feeding Off The Questions

Swimming pool water, Rochester, New York
Swimming pool water, Rochester, New York

John Gilmore emailed us with a Breaking Bas-ass prediction. He has been rewetting all the old episodes and says the swimming pool in Walt’s back yard keeps popping up and will probably be the last shot of the final episode.

You know how sometimes you read something or hear someone express something that you is true but you have never heard it formulated so clearly. This Robert Irwin passage from the brilliant “Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees” has really stuck with me.

“As the questions go up, the performance level goes down — and that’s natural, because people don’t yet know how to act on those questions., they’re stumbling around in a fog — whereas when performance goes up the quality of the questions tends to go down. So while the objects that Kazimer Malevich and Vladimir Tatlin (Russian Constructivists) came up with may not have been particularly sophisticated as objects — they weren’t Stellas, or anything — they were absolutely loaded in other ways. Man, we’re still feeding off their questions. Those guys were soaring.”

I like the trade-off and it pretty much explains the attraction of punk rock or so-called primitive art.

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Beast Dance

Occasionally I check the stats that come with my WordPress blog. I don’t care about the numbers but I find the “Search Engine Terms
(terms people used to find your blog)” very interesting. I assume these are people who are interested enough in a particular search term to drill down to the PopWars entry on that topic but I don’t really know.

Today these random visitors were looking for “Keith Richards 1973,” Marlene Dumas,” “Snake Sisters Cafe Rochester,” “buffalo ’66 christina ricci,'” “beast dance cd,” “free budweiser wednesday,” “freedom village use bankruptcy,” “Buddy Holly last photo,” “burdock vs rhubarb” and my favorite “bike in bushes.”

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Twelve Computer Years

I’m sitting in the waiting room at Jerome’s while they do an oil change and try to get to the bottom of the “check engine” indictor that went on while we were driving back from New York. The mechanics usually have right wing radio on in the back but it sounds like AC/DC this morning. But maybe that’s coming from one of the nearby shops. The old PCI Studios is right next door and Elite Bakery was right next door to PCI. I grew up on Brookfield, a few blocks away, and this area always feels like home to me.

I tried to help my painting teacher with his computer yesterday and I’m still recovering from that. His machine was top of the line in 2000 but it is now worth $72 used. I looked it up. The dvd writer, not a combo drive but one that could only write dvds, still reads dvds but it doesn’t recognize blanks. Could it be the new dvds have too fast a write speed for the old writer? I decided to order a new IDE combo drive, $32 plus shipping from Other World Computing. In addition The Daily Show and PBS both have changed the way they stream Flash content and his old browsers could no longer play content form those sites because the newest Flash plug-in is not compatible with his system. I found someone online who had hacked the plug-in so I installed the hacked version and it seems to work for now. Last thorny problem was his system continually asking him for his keychain password. An insatiable demand. I killed that.

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Hip Shakin’

Frank DeBlase Hula Hooping at his anniversary party in Rochester, New York
Frank DeBlase Hula Hooping at his anniversary party in Rochester, New York

I used to compete with my sister trying to out hula hoop her and I got so I could keep it up for hours. Not any more. Peggi and I tried last time we in the Skylark and I could not even get it going. Frank DeBlase made it look so easy in the driveway of his home.

They have a Russian Constructivist garage out back where Anonymous Willpower played a two hour set of sizzling Bowie style soul with some choice covers. My favorite was their Smith take on the Burt Bacharach penned Shirelles hit “Baby It’s You.” All that was missing was the old WSAY dj dedication, “This song goes out to Frank and Deb on their fifth wedding anniversary.”

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Multitasking Not

Spinach in kitchen sink
Spinach in kitchen sink

We staggered our spinach crops but it is all going to town now. It does better in the early Spring and the heat is too much for it so it is all going to seed. We’ve been eating spinach every day for the last month. Had it for breakfast a few days ago. I picked a Wegmans bag full tonight and Peggi made an Indian dish. Cooked the whole bag down to two servings. I rinsed it in the kitchen sink and while the water was running I thought I’d run down in the basement and clean our cat’s dirt box. I must have forgotten to do it yesterday because it was a mess. When the water started coming through the ceiling into the dirt box I remembered I had left it running upstairs.

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Missing Link

Digital installation by Paul Dodd for Pyramid Art Gallery Show in 2001
Digital installation by Paul Dodd for Pyramid Art Gallery Show in 2001

How long ago was 2001? It feels like the dark ages in digital time. The internet used to be more fun and it held out the promise of even more fun. Maybe it’s just me that has changed. I can always snap out of it.

I came across this link to a digital installation that I did for a Pyramid Art show back in 2001. I had a Mac on a table running Internet Explorer in full screen mode and this series of pages went round and round. It sort of bothered me at the time because the piece had nothing to do with the confines of the gallery and could just as easily have been viewed in the comfort of one’s home. This was the virtual age and the computer just looked clunky sitting there. The last thing you want to do in a gallery is get on a computer.

There’s no Flash involved or anything but I remember struggling to get the various movements to work across platforms. The Pyramid and the show are long gone but this piece is still out the floating around. I’m afraid to look at the code but it still seems to work.

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Not Much Of An Exaggeration

Noguchi sculpture in garden at Noguchi Museum in Long Island City
Noguchi sculpture in garden at Noguchi Museum in Long Island City

There was something strangely familiar about this particular sculpture in in the garden of the Noguchi Museum in Long Island City. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until Peggi pointed out that it reminded her of “Subterranean Surrogates.” The museum here, on the site of Noguchi’s last NYC studio, was recently renovated but remains the first and only museum in the country to be founded by an artist during his lifetime and dedicated to his work. Noguchi worked in ceramics, drew, designed gardens, furniture, architecture, and sets but it is his stone sculptures that have always knocked me out and there is a large section of them here in a protected outdoor setting and garden. We started there and I didn’t want to leave to go inside.

This Week In New York called the Noguchi Museum “one of the most peaceful, beautiful, spiritual, and moving places in New York.” Not much of an exaggeration. Michael Black (one of the founding members of the Bang On A Can All Stars) and the Hartt Bass Band (eight double basses) performed pieces in the museum the day we were there. They sounded great but not great enough to keep us from going back out to the sculpture garden.

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Poor Chuck Webster

Chuck Webster painting entitled "Untitled" 2012 at Ziehersmith Gallery in Chelsea NYC
Chuck Webster painting entitled “Untitled” 2012 at Ziehersmith Gallery in Chelsea NYC

Poor Chuck Webster. He delivered a monster painting (it is a crime for me to have cropped the photo of it so click through for the full thing) to his current show at Ziehersmith in Chelsea. The fine work in the rest of the show is not nearly as strong. This one is like a magnet. You are drawn to it. It is hard to look away. You must get closer and examine the surface because it has already convinced you that it is three dimensional. It is not. It has the meaty presence of a Guston. How is he going to top this?

I can’t figure out why there would be an Alice Neel show in Chelsea. Doesn’t someone already own all of her gorgeous paintings? She is a painter’s painter and my favorite woman artist hands down so I don’t really care why there is a show of hers in Chelsea, I’m just happy there is one.

I had jotted down the addresses of three shows in Chelsea in my little notebook and we saw all three along with a Cindy Sherman show and lots of instantly forgettable stuff. The third show on my list was a Brancusi photo show, beautiful arty black and white photos of his sculpture in the studio. This gallery was up on 24th Street so climbed the stairs to the High Line, an absolutely beautiful rooftop park on an old elevated train track. Even in New York City nature can can give art a good run for it’s money.

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Jamming With The Yankees

New Jersey Bat Mitzvah band
New Jersey Bat Mitzvah band

The altar in the temple, they may not even call it an altar, looks pagan to me. I know that is an absurd assessment since Jesus was a Jew but the prohibition of idols or images of god thing takes my favorite part of religion off the table. There’s a great big wooden cabinet behind the lectern, they probably don’t call it a lectern, and inside the cabinet there is a reproduction of the sacred Torah scrolls. I know this because I opened the cabinet a few years ago when my nephew made his Bar Mitzvah.

My brother converted from Catholicism and we’ve been to three of these coming of age rituals now. Our niece had just turned thirteen the day before and that is such a pivotal period, it’s fun to just look at her on this cusp. Serious on one hand and childlike on the other, the rabbi scolded her when she made eye contact with her friends who were sitting right behind us.

Peggi and I were asked to play music during the event so we were sitting right by the piano. The canter had a beautiful voice and she was backed by the keyboardist for the Yankees. Peggi and I jumped in on sax and hand drum. The minor key modal thing is right up the Margaret Explosion alley.

Our neice’s lesson (upon being called to Torah as a Bat Mitzvah she is now a “teacher”), one she picked from a story in the book of Numbers, was how she learned and will continue to learn how to stop complaining and be happy with what she has. She said, “I know Apple will always introduce new products that are better than what I now have.”

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Getting Out

Family in Dobb's Country Kitchen near Great Bend, Pennsylvania
Family in Dobb’s Country Kitchen near Great Bend, Pennsylvania

We drove along the eastern shore of Skaneateles Lake on the way down to my brother’s place. We got behind a few farm vehicles that slowed traffic to a crawl until they pulled off in to a field. My parents were in the back seat and we were looking for a place to stop for lunch. We’ve eaten at Dobb’s Country Kitchen in Great Bend before but my father said it wasn’t very good last time they were here. We took our chances any way and sat next to the the group above.

My father asked for mashed potatoes instead the fries that would normally come with his sandwich. The waitress said, “That will be a dollar extra” and my dad approved the expenditure. About five minutes later she came out out the kitchen and asked if he wanted gravy with his mashed potatoes. My father said yes and we went on with our conversation. The food came out and my father had fries next to his sandwich. He mentioned this to the waitress and she took my fathers plate back to the kitchen. We sat there with our food on table until she returned with the same plate and said, “We’re out of mashed potatoes.”

Gas is cheap down here, $3.49 a gallon, so we decided to fill up across the street. The gas station was truck stop huge and they were cranking some country music like everyone loves the stuff. On top of that they had tv monitors built in to the gas pumps showing headline news and commercials. My dad and I were kind of wowed. We really ought to get out more.

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I Sing the Body Electric

Marsh at the end of Hoffman Road in Rochester, New York
Marsh at the end of Hoffman Road in Rochester, New York

Ray Bradbury, who died the other day, was good friends with Federico Fellini and the Renaissance art scholar, Bernard Berenson. I would love to be a fly on the wall in a room with those three.

Berenson, the lesser known, left us with a bounty of quotations.

“I wonder whether art has a higher function than to make me feel, appreciate, and enjoy natural objects for their art value. So, as I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge or a vigor of spring as well as an infinite variety of color that no artifact I have seen in the last 60 years can rival. Each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.”

and my favorite
“Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.”

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Model 102

Sprinkler on diving board at the pool
Sprinkler on diving board at the pool

I helped my neighbor do a few repairs to the pump down at the pool today and I had to move this old lawn sprinkler out of the way. It is unbelievably heavy and probably worth a few bucks down at Krieger’s just for the scrap metal. “Model 102” is stamped in the metal along with the manufacturer’s name, “Beatrice. F. D. Kees” of Nebraska. I looked them up on line and found they were started as a gunsmith shop and later patented and produced corn-husking hooks and innovative products such as a window defroster for automobiles and a moving lawn sprinkler that resembled a farm tractor. This photo shows one in good condition. It shows it chasing it’s own tail. I plan to hook ours up and see how it behaves. I heard that Dick Storms from the Record Archive used to have the world’s largest collection of lawn sprinklers but I think he got out of that line of work.

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Breaking Brilliant

Black and white dragon fly in woods near Rochester, New York
Black and white dragon fly in woods near Rochester, New York

We’ve been gorging ourselves on the first three seasons of Breaking Bad, all available as “Instant Play” on Netflix, in preparation for the launch of season four on Netflix dvds. Season five drops on June 14th but we don’t have cable tv so this is how we do it. The reruns still have plenty of meat on them.

We’re crazy about the show but also worry that the writers may not be able keep this brilliant run up. When we mention the show people are always trying to us into other shows like Mad Men, Six feet Under, Weeds or The Wire and we’ve given them all a try but come on. Breaking Bad is the bomb.

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Praise The Lord

Sign for 4 bands in Penn Yan New York at top of Seneca Lake
Sign for 4 bands in Penn Yan New York at top of Seneca Lake

The front page story in our local paper Sunday opened with a bang as reporter Gary Craig retold the story of a staff member at the Christian residential ministry, Freedom Village USA, who shot out a television set with a .12-gauge shotgun because the kids were watching a banned show. We’ve driven by this place many times because it is right next to my aunt and uncle’s farm on the shores of Seneca Lake. They were freaked out by this place when it sprang up in middle of farm country thirty years ago. Fueled by PTL (Praise the Lord) donations until the Jim Baker scandal broke, the complex dwarfed Dundee’s tiny parish church and the Mennonite worship house. The flamboyant, evangelical founder, Pastor Fletcher Brothers, commuted by helicopter rattling their community and fueling wild speculation.

He had built up a Gates congregation in the 70’s with strident anti-abortion and anti-pornography stands before running it into bankruptcy by misusing church funds. Now in the middle of a bitter divorce (his fourth) and another bankruptcy at Freedom Village, his own staff is ratting him out over his misuse of the organization’s money. Meanwhile Pastor Fletcher Brothers is still raising money from donors through his weekly show on Rochester’s Christian station. Meanwhile the deacon at Freedom Village USA has quit and started a blog entitled “The Stench Of Spiritual Abuse.”

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Make White Work

Paul Dodd charcoal drawing from "Five Philadelphia Priests" 2012
Paul Dodd charcoal drawing from “Five Philadelphia Priests” 2012

I wrote these three words on the drawing above because that was the last thing Fred Lipp said to me in painting class on Wednesday. I have since worked on it and will bring it back to class when I’m done. It is funny how you start with a pure white piece of paper and add marks and such until you lose sight of the fact that the white needs to work as well as the stuff you’re adding. My father is in the class too and he said that’s the first one of these guys that I’ve seen with a smile on his face. I said, “That because he is a priest.”

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Sitting Ducks

Paul Dodd charcoal drawing from "Five Philadelphia Priests" 2012
Paul Dodd charcoal drawing from “Five Philadelphia Priests” 2012

It is so easy to pick on the church. They took a perfectly agreeable cat, an early bohemian, and ascribed absurd, super-human miracles to him and then browbeat a congregation, hungary for the literal word of god, with righteous rules and regulations. We don’t even know yet what kind of dirt the Pope’s butler was preparing to peddle. The Vatican has it’s own justice system, the better to shuffle predator priests around.

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Leave Us Alone

Newborn fawn in the woods
Newborn fawn in the woods

“Don’t you be fawning over me.” This baby fawn was almost in the middle of our path as we walked through the woods today. We came across a fawn a few years ago while walking with Jim Mott and he told us not to go near the fawn or the mother would be spooked. The doe feel the fawn are safer from predators if they are left alone. Even I can smell a deer if they’re nearby so this makes some sense.

Further along we found ourselves between a group of wild turkeys. They get confused when some of the pack are separated and humans make them nervous so they were making a racket while we were in the way. It’s pretty easy to feel like an intruder in the woods.

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