Thanks to everyone who came down to my show with Mike Skliar at the Parkside — we had a great time and we hope you did too. If anyone didn’t get a CD, you can buy them online.

We haven’t (yet) scheduled any New York City shows between now and our Toronto gig in late April, but we will be in the studio working on a duo CD of all-new material, including “Cloud of Ink” which debuted last night, and much more.

And yet more music!
Saturday night I’ll be playing with Kate and Lou again, as part of a special Sheriff Sessions show. For those of you without cars, this show will be much easier to get to than Red Hook, where I usually play with Kate and Lou. If you’ve never seen them, you have no idea what you’re missing: They are veterans of the bluegrass/old-time scene in New York City, and two of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Lou plays guitar, mandolin and (literally) wrote the book on contemporary accordion, and Kate is an astonishing singer. Their music ranges from traditional American country, bluegrass and blues to Cajun music to sophisticated jazz originals. Following us will be the Radio Band, featuring an all-star lineup of NYC roots players. And with no cover charge at all! It’ll be a great evening. As usual, details are on my site.

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Missed Brush With Fame

On the front page of today’s Arts and Leisure section, there’s a photo of Sunny’s Bar in Red Hook, accompanying an article about new artistic hot spots in New York. Sitting at the bar are three musicians I play with several times a week: Fred Skellenger, a mandolinist who runs the Ponkiesburg Pickin’ Party, the jam I play at every week in Park Slope; Fran Leadon, the guitarist and singer who ran that jam before Fred; and Liza who plays mandolin. In the background is Nancy Hunt, and her husband Andrew’s shoulder; Andy is a knockout country songwriter and Nancy a great singer. Fred’s band Copper Kettle appears at Sunny’s regularly, and Fran’s band, the Y’all Stars, play there and at the Parkside; last Saturday night I was up till two in the morning playing at Sunny’s with Fran and Charles and last night I did a gig with Kate and Lou at Sunny’s..

These folks are all part of the Brooklyn trad music scene I wrote about a few days ago; I believe everyone in that picture was at the Parkside for the John Herald tribute, except perhaps for Fred.

The moral of this story is: Spend more time in bars. Especially Sunny’s, which is surely the most magical indoor place in Brooklyn.

And speaking of spending time in bars: a reminder that tonight is my show at the Parkside. I’ve been writing up a storm, so there will be two brand-new songs, and two that have only been played out once (one at the last Orange Bear gig, the other at the infamous typhoon gig on the Upper East Side in November). There’s a slight possibility that last one will be dumped in favor of an even newer song but that depends on whether I finish it today.

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Left, Right and Wrong

Mother Jones this month had a surprisingly refreshing article (use code MJJ9AK to view the whole thing) on the failures of the left, which spoke to me more than almost anything else I’d read on the subject. The central thesis of the piece, written by Garret Keizer, is this:

The essential problem of the American left is not that it uses the wrong language or doesn’t read the Bible or doesn’t know how to relate to just-plain folks. The essential problem of the American left is that it has been displaced. Its current position in the liberal imagination is that of a dumped first wife.

What now sleeps on her old side of the bed is a purportedly leftist solution to the same bourgeois conundrum that faces the right: namely, how to maintain a semblance of moral decency while enjoying the spoils of a winner-take-all economic system. Or, put another way, how to maintain the illusion that you can be a good person and want a good society without either kind of goodness costing you a dime.

I just finished Jonathan Lowy’s The Temple Of Music, a novel about William McKinley and his assassin, Leon Czolgosz. The parallels to the current time are interesting: McKinley was the first president put into office by enormous corporate campaign contributions; he and his controllers ran the government exclusively for the benefit of big business, and he used lies and propaganda to drag the country into more than one pointless imperialist war. What’s missing in the modern day is the opposition: Emma Goldman speaking to thousands of angry workers in Tompkins Square Park; union members literally laying their lives down for the eight-hour day that we’ve given up without a peep; William Jennings Bryan’s populist outrage. Not that Bryan, who argued against Clarence Darrow in the Scopes trial, is necessarily a great progressive hero. But there were powerful voices speaking out in opposition to McKinley’s policies, and people were listening. There is no one to listen to now.

Keizer, an Episcopal minister, says that the postmodern “everything is relative” argument has not only alienated large segments of the electorate, it has left progressives without a moral leg to stand on. I pulled out a pen and circled this sentence: “The one thing more insufferable than a pretense of moral superiority is a pretense of superiority to morals,” because it exactly encompasses my disgust with what passes for the “left” nowadays. For years I have felt in many ways more “conservative” than many of the “progressive” I talk to. I believe that:

  • There are absolute truths, both moral and factual, and rejection of them is deeply unhealthy
  • Censorship, repression and thuggery are utterly unjustifiable even if perpetrated in the name of “progressive” causes
  • Families are important and everyone, even the childless, needs to take responsibility for the health and well-being of children
  • Violence and revolution almost always do more harm than good
  • Individual rights are less important than the overall health of society and the responsibility of all its members to contribute to the common good.

Keizer concludes: “If we on the left can conceive of no value worthy of sacrifice, then we live for no worthier purpose than to grouse and grow old.” I know I’m doing lots of grousing, and growing old along with everyone else. Something’s missing.

Well, Roosevelt’s in the White House, doing his best
McKinley’s in the graveyard taking his rest
He’s gone, for a long time

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John Herald

The New York City traditional music scene outdid itself last night. The Parkside Lounge (where I’m playing on Sunday night with Mike Skliar) threw a big tribute last night to John Herald, the lead singer for The Greenbriar Boys, the first bluegrass band in New York City and a key part of the Greenwich Village folk scene that kids like Bob Dylan were attracted to in the late 50s and early 60s. A house band of some of the best players in NYC (Trip Henderson, Boo Reiners, Michael Daves, Danny Weiss and Andy Cotton) backed a who’s-who of NYC traditional musicians doing one or two John Herald songs each. Kate and Lou did “Stewball” and “Give Me Back My 15 Cents” and John commented afterward that Kate sang the latter “better than Joan Baez” which is a comment to treasure.

There were too many highlights to list, but the evening showed the strength of the NYC scene and the spirit that makes it so great. I’ve made this comment several times, but the talent-to-attitude ratio in this crowd is about as high as I’ve ever seen it. Amazing musicians, good people, and the kind of joint spirit that makes musicians push each other to greater heights instead of trying to cut each other down. It was also an opportunity to really hear some of John’s great songs, including “Different Drum” that Linda Rondstadt had a hit with, his first hit “Stewball,” as well as the traditional songs he’s associated with, like “Life Is Like a Mountain Railway.”

John Herald himself introduced lots of the players and told stories between sets, and closed out the night with an hour-long set including a number of new songs and others he hasn’t performed in a while. He also called up Larry Campbell (late of Bob Dylan’s band) who played astonishing fiddle all night. As a harmonica player I’m biased, but watching Trip and Campbell doubling each other on harp and fiddle during “Alligator Man” was just amazing; it brought home exactly why I play harmonica and why I love this kind of music.

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Hunter S. Thompson, 1937 – 2005

Let all those who feel that Americans can be as easily led to beauty as to ugliness, to truth as to public relations, to joy as to bitterness, be said to be suffering from Hunter Thompson’s disease.

–Kurt Vonnegut, reviewing Thompson’s Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail, 1972. Vonnegut correctly identified the disease as fatal.

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Other Gates

The Gates has, of course, prompted imitators. There’s The Somerville Gates as well as an organic version in the Central Park Zoo.

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Central Park From Above

Swiped this link from regyt: a gorgeous aerial photo of Central Park complete with (barely discernible) Gates.

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At the Opening Of the Gates

Or, Orange Will Be the Color For Shower Curtains Next Spring

Early this morning (early by my Saturday standards, anyway), bobhowe, silvertide and the usual crew of delinquents went to see the opening of Christo and Jean Claude’s The Gates in Central Park. We got there just as they were finishing the unfurling, and walked around for a few hours, and came home with sample swatches of the fabric (see right), which is hunting-vest orange (much more orange than actual saffron looks) and made of a tough fabric somewhat resembling what seatbelts are made from.

Photos behind the cut…

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“Next Saturday”

Because careless language nearly led to a serious scheduling snafu, I’m curious to see how people understand the phrase “next Saturday.” Let’s say it’s Wednesday, February 9th, and I tell you that we are going to do something “Next Saturday.” What date do you understand me to mean?

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