Up 9-ish, met Dylan and Nina for breakfast at a diner in Saugerties, discussed TV themes and Woodstock. Walked into town, looked in a thrift store and a bookstore w/ an unusually good stock of jazz CDs until they had to split. Then Bree and I spent most of the day doing the same sort of thing, in Saugerties and a huge antique mall in Coxsackie, which really felt like the sticks. Bought a few things, but the real finds were a 1976 Bliss/Sankey collection of revival songs—for $4! – and an LP I have never seen in my life of Sidney Poitier reciting selections from Plato over music by Fred Katz! Can’t wait to hear it. Back to Saugerties to have dinner at Little Lucy’s Kitchen (Ted’s rec. last night). An out-of-town splurge, but excellent. Got a little lost coming back despite GPS. Glanced at a book on early Ellington I’d picked up, lights out before midnight. Nothing work-like today; a nice respite.
11.10.17
Not sure when I got up. Coffee, Otis. Came back, took bus to pick up rental car. Got back, found parking garage, played through some songs, packed. Dylan and Nina came by at 1, Dylan and I rehearsed the songs we’re doing together. They left for Catskill around 3, took Bree and I another 45 minutes to leave. Traffic out of town, past GW Bridge, was terrible, put us behind. Listened to Golden Gate Quartet (Document’s chronological series, v. 2), and CD 1 of the Major Lance retrospective – haven’t read the notes, but I believe these are mainly Curtis Mayfield songs/productions. Lots of nice touches in the arrangements, and the drummer and horn players are especially good, but neither Lance nor the backing group are especially reliable singers. Made a service area stop half way up, dealt w/ some calls from Nina and the motel about checking in early, but decided we needed to go to the club first. Found downtown Catskill, loaded in 7:10, met Liam (the booker), quick soundcheck. Two sets, 8:30-10:30. 6 songs then me; break; 4 me, 4 Dylan, 4 together. Nice to have a real piano for variety. Dylan played well, though there was again bar noise and his stage banter was less comfortable, by his own admission, than yesterday. I started singing some songs weakly – not enough practice – but got there by the end in most cases. For the record: Dying/S.G. Repeater (piano)/Postcards/Unionbusting/Guesthouse/Any Road Home; Lonesome Road/CA Baby/Monster (piano)/Cheap Sunglasses/Not Just…Kiss; Nick Cave/Weekend (w/ Dylan)/Subjunctive Mood/Asking for a Friend (Dylan’s songs, w/ me backing). Small but appreciative local crowd, inc. Ted Barron, who I hadn’t seen since he left NYC, Steve Levi from the Scene Is Now and his wife Georgia Christgau (Robert’s brother), Amy Rigby (very nice) and Wreckless Eric (who I didn’t talk to). Sold one CD and tape to a fellow named Mooney who compared my lyrics to good light verse. Never really had dinner – a sandwich on the turnpike and a pastry at the club; Bree got a couple empenadas. Left at 11:30 or so, found Peloke’s Motel a mile away. As sketchy a place I’ve stayed in years, maybe a decade. Lights out around midnight.
[Ivie Anderson, “All God’s Chillun Got Rhythm” to Joe Tex, “All I Could Do Was Cry”]
11.9.17
Up at 8. Read Otis on train to UES. Coffee, therapy (rescheduled b/c of recording). Lunch, worked on intro from about 1:30 to 5 at coffee place nearby. Bought decent looking but fairly inexpensive dress shoes, and socks, at Designer Shoe Warehouse on B’way/79th—my last pair, which I think were my dad’s that I had repaired, were past repair. To LES, met Dylan Hicks and his wife Nina at his show at Piano’s (upstairs). Solo piano set (they used to have a real one) – quite good w/ funny, self-deprecating banter to boot. Tough room for something quiet – you can hear the bar music bleeding from downstairs. Fortunately, more than a dozen people showed up, inc. Robert Christgau and Carola Dibbell, whom I talked with afterwards. Left during the next act, a hip-hop duo w/ “Fuck the world, I take what I want” as their first chorus. Train back to JH, stopped in Starbucks to buy some gum and look at the MS again. Haven’t been listening to music for the last couple days b/c I’m mostly thinking about the songs I’ll play tomorrow. Came home, relearned “Nick Cave” on guitar.
11.8.17
Up around 8. Out to coffee, started to edit an interview between me and Stephen Plummer. It’s 7000 raw, I should just cut a lot of it. Came back before noon, made myself do mundane things – rented car for this weekend, got plane tickets for Christmas, and so on. Played through a couple of Dylan’s songs on piano, and tried to remember “California Baby” and “Only A Monster.” Read more of the intro to the trobaritz book. Went out around 4 for a haircut. Went to Manhattan w/ Bree for Jean and David’s birthday dinner. Read quota of Otis bio on the way back. Went briefly to Starbuck’s, ran into Macgregor. D/l’ed new You Must Remember This, went to bed 11:30.
11.7.17
Up 7. Went to coffee at 8:30. Ran into Ken Lauterbach and talked about music for a while. Came back at 10:30, rehearsed “My Old Man” w/ Bree for a half hr. or so; feel ok about the piano part by now. Left at 12:30 for library. Call from the manager of my parents caregivers’ agency; called back to find out what was up, then called dad (which I’d been planning to do today anyone) to discuss that. Stressful. Sat down to work in library café just before 3, went up to 3rd floor around 5 with the notion of using a digital keyboard (w/ headphones) to practice tonight’s song a little more, but it’s no longer there. Hard to work – half the time I was there, a man was loudly making some kind of elaborate, outlandish request of the librarians, more or less disrupting the whole room. Not much progress, to be honest. Left before 6 to meet Bree at the Cutting Room; we weren’t doing soundcheck, so I finished reading Smullyan and wrote my daybook poem while waiting for the show to start. The show was enjoyable enough (Nellie McKay’s “Shades of Scarlet Conquering” and David Cale’s “The Last Time I Was Richard”), but I wasn’t in the mood to be around downtown theater/cabaret people. Bree’s act went over, though I didn’t play that well (no major mess up, but I kind of faked a couple of runs in the bridge – I give myself a B.) Bree stayed to socialize, I went home, started reading the introduction to Truth of My Songs: Poems of the Trobairitz, trans. Claudia Keelan (is Joni Mitchell a trobairitz?), fell asleep around midnight.