Woke up early, got out by 7:30, did poetry daybook, wrote up some comments on the Pop Conference papers prior to the next round of voting. Came home, read a chunk of Hiss and napped 2-4. Did a few things around the house, went back out at 5:30, dealt w/ some email at E77, started reading again, but left when I realized that it was open mic poetry night; moved on to Café Bene, kept alternating between reading and doing this and that online. Came back while Bree was out, didn’t do much for a while but eventually listened to Jean Carroll, Girl In a Hot Steam Bath (one of the first stand-up comedy albums by a woman), filled the new “book”case with CDs that have been sitting in piles in the bedroom, helped Bree put some things away and replace a curtainrod that had fallen down. Listened to some of the rough mixes – should send to the rest of the band. Stayed up to almost 2, not doing anything useful. May have forgotten something, but overall a dithery day – didn’t write, should have tried harder to finish Hiss so I can move on.
Nov. 2017 reading
Ingrid Monson, Saying Something: Jazz Improvisation and Interaction
Alexanger Kluge, Learning Processes With a Deadly Outcome
Jonathan Gould, Otis Redding: An Unfinished Life
Raymond Smullyan, The Tao is Silent
Mark Tucker, Ellington: The Early Years
Wendy Lesser, The Amateur
Clifford D. Simak, Project Pope
12.4.17
Up 7. Out a little after 9. Read Hiss on train. Didn’t do much of great use at coffee – got involved in a thread about Christmas music on a listserv. Therapy. Headed downtown w/ plan of working at Jefferson Market library. Fine, except they don’t have, I was told, “a public bathroom for adults.” Found one at a nearby market then went back and worked desultorily from about 2-4:45. Starting the “defense of music theory” section of intro – got into 2nd graf. Met Bree at IFC to see Bombshell (Alexandra Dean 2017), the documentary about Hedy Lamarr and her frequency hopping co-invention w/ George Antheil, for which she began to get credit just before her death. As filmmaking, it’s mainly the usual modern doc combo of stock/archival stills [inc. distressing pictures of her after late plastic surgery] and footage, voice-only taped interviews w/ the subject, and talking heads, but it’s a fascinating story of a strange and in her combination of experiences possibly unique woman. Went w/ Bree to her MRI at Cedars. Didn’t take long. Home around 10, lights out by 11.
12.3.17
Up before most of the house, except Bryan D. Walked into the village to pick up coffee pods for the Keurig, and have coffee [by] myself at Bread Alone, where I used to go before class when I taught at Bard. Read to p. 40 of Tony Hiss, The Experience of Place and finally caught up to the date in the poetry daybook. Went back to house for last breakfast/packing/goodbyes, got out by 11. Spent rest of day looking at antiques/books/records in Rhinebeck and Kingston w/ Bree. Gritted my teeth and bought an obscure underground Dylanologist publication from 1971 for (a) research (b) more than I’d normally spend. Other smaller purchases – looking forward to a book on C.L.R. James, and a bunch of $2.50 LPs from Rocket No. 9 (owned by Doug Wygal of the Individuals, apparently, though he wasn’t there). Bree found things she liked as well. Glanced at a couple of historic bldgs./plaques. Had snack/coffee in an odd shop/café called Outdated that specialized in deadstock notions (inc. some tempting memo pads, but I really do own enough blank notebooks of all sizes) and oversized scones. Left a little after 4, drove home, talked and listened to the O’Jays, Ship Ahoy – I’d forgotten about “Money, Money, Money,” which I arguably unconsciously swiped for a moment in “Faith and Credit.” Didn’t hit bad traffic, back in JH before 7. Unloaded car, left Bree, returned it to Enterprise, did the same routine as a couple weeks ago of walking home along the bus route. Have been really lucky, generally, that it’s not as cold as last year (whatever that means for the species).
The amount of time I’ve spent out of town, either for music (Catskill, Kernersville) or not (Thanksgiving, this weekend) in the last two months is unusual. Not unpleasant, but I’m glad to be done until we go back to CA before Xmas. Haven’t written for more than 3 or 4 days in a row in weeks. Anyway, finish line of weekend reached by 8. Saw that a small package from Mitch came in the mail; turned out to be a hard drive, presumably w/ my Pro Tools sessions and (I hope) rough mixes – too tried to plug it in. Lights out by 10.
12.2.17
Up 8:30-9, slow morning/breakfast w/ about crew. Most stayed around the house. I walked around town to check out the various Sinterklaas festivities, because why not, and poked around in Oblong Books w/o buying anything. (The selected Coolidge and a couple of anthologies from Station Hill, local to Barrytown, were tempting but not at full price.) Saw Andrew and Emily there as well. Met up w/ Bree at the Lutheran church a block from the house to watch 3 ½ hr sets of local music – a gypsy/Balkan group, an a cappella group from Bard (though several looked too young to be undergrads) doing Georgian music, and a group from a local jazz school (I guess some kind of private extracurricular thing) who were way better than they had any right to be. The teachers/ringers were one tenor sax and the guitarist, the other two sax players were maybe 16-17, and could both solo, and the rhythm section were 12. One drummer better than the other, and neither was Max Roach, but both could keep good time on the ride, and the bass player was completely solid. 2 Vince Guaraldi crowd-pleasers, Shorter’s “Footprints,” and a Gigi Gryce tune, “Stupendous Lee” – pretty hip, all told. Guess I’m impressed b/c my high school jazz band, and me in it, was crap by comparison.
Bought and cooked some kale to contribute to the group dinner, also bacon for tomorrow. Walked over to the Sinterklaas parade after – fascinating and weird, though less so than last year when it was a total mystery. Not going to go into detail.
Sang Kristin’s song (Jenny made handouts); it went over. Played songs (some Bacharach, some standards, “Watching the Detectives”), and/or improvised in various combinations w/ Trip, Warn, Amy for the next couple hrs. Jean found and sang the lyrics to “Take Five” in a fakebook I’d brought. After that, most of the group played liar’s dice; I went to bed before midnight, though it seemed much later.