10.11.16

Didn’t notice when I got up. Weight 214.4.

Monk’s birthday – watched a live solo performance of 4 Ellington tunes, put a Riverside-era set on my phone. Should probably have played something from my fakebook. Left for downtown about 11:30, read Lethem while waiting for Alex Abramovich, just back from a New Orleans trip. Lunch, 2:30 showing of The Jazz Loft According to W. Eugene Smith at Metrograph. Smith is a fascinating character, but the parts closest to my concerns were on Hall Overton and Monk’s Town Hall concert. Among the talking heads – Steve Reich, Carla Bley, Jason Moran. Had another coffee w/ Alex, walked up to McNally-Jackson, didn’t go in. Picked up my gtr at Rivington - worked out conveniently, as it’s down the block from KGB bar. Reading wasn’t for a while, finished Lethem, read in Gates. One could, shall we say, quibble with the equation of the ordinary English word “signifying” w/ the theoretical specifics of Saussure. Steph Burt/Terrence Hayes at KGB; taked to Steph for a while before. Read a fair chunk of Brown on the way home, listened (at various points) to aforementioned Monk, also 3 of his tunes on Misha Mengelberg’s Four in One. Home about 10. No prose.

10.10.16

Up 10. (Stayed up past posting last night, worked on Works from Home liner notes.) Weight 214.8. (Surprised, after lunch yesterday; this is the rolling average, down 5 lbs. since returning from CA exactly a month ago.)

Read Brown on train. “Cabaret” is a particularly powerful poem that takes apart the 1927 pop song “Muddy Water” (by white composer Peter DeRose and lesser-known black lyricist Jo Trent). Worked at coffee nearby then at Oracle, 1 to 8 or so with breaks. Revising and tightening discussions of pre-1920 AABA; still need refs. Also discovered (this is both good and bad), another racialized rag-era song I should cover, “Just Because She Made Dem Goo-Goo Eyes” (1900, Hughie Cannon). Maybe I should take out “Meet Me In St. Louis, Louis.” You’d really think this would go faster.

Distracted after about 8 by checking pre-debate news. Pure id at this point. Didn’t get to Gates or Lethem today.

10.9.16

Up 10. Weight 215.1.

Too late to do much of substance before lunch plans. Tried to mail a package; line too long. Tidied up w/ Bree, put on the boogie-woogie comp. I bought last week. Yancey, Ammons, “Pinetop’s Boogie.” No “Carolina Shout.” Jenny and Brian picked us up around 1, drove out for Szechuan in College Park. Dilapidated thrift-store down the block: picked up ($1/item) Big Black’s Rich Man’s 8-Track compilation (it’s not that I need a steady diet of crisis-of-masculinity rock; I’ve been thinking that this election has been like a bad Albini song), 3 Morrissey CD singles (w/ his good “That’s Entertainment” cover and other b-sides that I’m sure are collected somewhere), and the Clifford D. Simak novel Project Pope, which I used to see on SF shelves as a kid. Back to our neighborhood, loaded the digital piano I’d found for Jenny on Craigslist on into their car (this was the impetus for the visit); done by 3:30. Read 50 p. of Lethem, considered going to Oracle, but settled for Espresso 77. No laptop use there on weekends; read Gates and Brown, wrote in daybook, chatted w/ Macgregor & Kristin; walked back w/ them around 7:30 and returned an acoustic gtr that had ended up at our place. Cleaned up email for a while, otherwise unproductive (and uninteresting).

Mingus w/ Dolphy, Byard, “Take the A Train”

10.8.16

Up 9. Weight 215.1.

Out about 11, started Jonathan Lethem's new A Gambler's Anatomy, over coffee/on the way to Oracle. Worked from 1-6; dug in on 5 or so grafs about “Daisy Bell” and Will Marion Cook. Improved, not quite there. Listened to Walt Dickerson, To My Queen (1962) on the way to the Community Church on 35th for AACM show. Solo piano/vocal set by Amina Claudia Meyers; broadly interpreted versions of “Steal Away,” “Motherless Child” and others, with a block of Taylor/Abrams-style improv in the middle. Solid gospel player – she’s been doing it for decades. After intermission, Roman Filiu Quintet, w/ a sax/trumpet front line, interesting pianist, bassist swallowed up by the boomy room, Gerald Cleaver on drums. Solos maybe not on fire, but the third composition was genuinely interesting. (I can’t describe it in a flash w/o some cliché like “angular.”) Wrote in daybook during their set. Started Gates, The Signifying Monkey – can’t take this at a clip, or begin to comment w/o going farther in. Also Sterling A. Brown, Collected Poems, and front matter. Odd – most, like his version of “Franklie and Johnny” are scabrous, but those about old people are terribly sentimental. Home about midnight.

10.6.16

[Lost a longer post. I wrote about 800 words, not polished; finished reading the Massey and Hartman books; took my guitar to Rivington Music for a set-up; picked up pants I had left in the City Winery Green room last week; heard Luc Sante interview Ben Katchor at 192 books; listened to Born to Run.]