Possible meteor shower tonight.
i will never be a rock star but i felt important the other night at Vong after dinner with an Alsacian winemaker, we had an excellent tasting menu with an extra course adding without asking and they also sent us out an amazing (and very expensive) dessert wine, we had ordered some great wines and were very very pleased over all but when they brought me the bill they said "here's the bill for the wine and water the dinner is on us"--did this ever happen to jerry garcia??
had a truely yummy meal in Boston couple nights ago, clean pure and well flavored, fresh and vibrant
filming for wasp 2001 in my office building this week. sightings thus far are tea leoni and george hamilton.
SUPERFLAT
1/14 - 5/6 2001
"Contemporary Japanese art often makes graphics, sculptures, and even pornographic animation look 2-D. 19 artists-including Hitoshi Tomizawa, whose Milk Closet animates flat squares into girl's faces - reveal that flat doesn't mean dull."
Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art
1/14 - 5/6 2001
"Contemporary Japanese art often makes graphics, sculptures, and even pornographic animation look 2-D. 19 artists-including Hitoshi Tomizawa, whose Milk Closet animates flat squares into girl's faces - reveal that flat doesn't mean dull."
Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art
Looks like it's Thursday again. How time flies. Anyone interested in keeping the streak of socializing alive? Maybe back to the Local? Anyone? Maybe it will be a small turnout due to the poor planning, in which case our options for venues will increase slightly. So let us know if you're on the bus or...
Veritas. 4? east 20th street (5th/broadway.) How was the food? Doesn't matter. How was the wine? Better find someone with an expense account to take you.
Oh my god.
I'm only mentioning it in case some rich friend offers to take you anywhere you want to go. This might be where you want to go.
I would be scared to walk into this place with the wheel.
Oh my god.
I'm only mentioning it in case some rich friend offers to take you anywhere you want to go. This might be where you want to go.
I would be scared to walk into this place with the wheel.
Sandy Bull, a Master of Musical Fusion With Open Ears, Dies at 60
By JON PARELES 4/14/01 for NYT
"Sandy Bull, a guitarist, composer and improviser whose extended fantasias merged American folk styles with jazz, classical and world music, died on Wednesday at his home in Franklin, Tenn. He was 60.
The cause was cancer, said a friend, Jeff Hanna of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
Mr. Bull came out of the folk revival of the 1950's and the early 60's. But while many of his contemporaries were trying to recreate backwoods American styles, Mr. Bull turned his ear to the wider world. During his career he performed not only on acoustic and electric guitars, but also on electric bass, piano, banjo, oud, sarod and pedal steel guitar. His instincts, and his fondness for the drone at the basis of many music styles, led him to what would later be called fusion or world music.
Mr. Bull was born in New York City and grew up in Florida, living with his father after his parents separated. He briefly studied drums and got his first guitar when he was 8. His mother, Daphne Hellman, is a harpist whose repertory spans jazz and classical music, and he began living with her in New York when he was 11. He listened to Woody Guthrie, Lead Belly and Pete Seeger, and as a teenager he took banjo lessons from Erik Darling of the Weavers.
By the late 1950's, Mr. Bull had begun a peripatetic career as a performer. In 1959 he played on the streets in Paris, where he first heard Algerian music.
While studying music at Boston University in the late 1950's, he performed at Boston and Cambridge clubs, sitting in with singers including Joan Baez. In New York in the early 1960's he worked around Greenwich Village at the Gaslight, Folk City and the Bitter End.
His music was constantly broadening. He heard Lebanese music in a friend's jewelry shop on Macdougal Street in the Village and the Indian sarod on an album by Ravi Shankar and Ali Akbar Khan.
Mr. Bull recorded his first album, "Fantasias," for Vanguard Records in 1962. It included arrangements of classical pieces by Carl Orff and William Byrd, gospel and Appalachian tunes and an extended piece based on Indian tunings; the band featured the drummer Billy Higgins, who had been working with Ornette Coleman. Mr. Bull's next album, "Inventions," included Bach, Brazilian tunes and Chuck Berry's "Memphis." Mr. Bull also became a disc jockey for a radio program called "Music of Man" on WNCN-FM in New York.
Mr. Bull moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1963 and shared an apartment with Hamza El Din, the Nubian oud master. In the late 1960's Mr. Bull spent time in London and in Egypt, where he performed on Radio Cairo. But by the end of the 60's he had become addicted to heroin, a habit he finally broke in 1974. He re- emerged playing oud at shows in Bob Dylan's Rolling Thunder Revue in 1975, and he studied sarod with Mr. Khan in 1976.
But from 1972 to 1987 he could not get a recording contract. "Some label people wanted me to play the way I'd done on my first two albums," he said in an interview with Folk Roots magazine. "But I was always trying to do something a little different, change, try different approaches. I didn't want to repeat myself."
He moved to Los Angeles in the mid-1980's. His 1988 album, "Jukebox School of Music" (ROM), included salsa-flavored tunes and programmed keyboard parts. His "Vehicles" in 1991 featured the Senegalese percussionist Aiyb Dieng.
Mr. Bull moved to the Nashville area in 1992 and in 1996 started his own label, Timeless Recording Society, which released "Steel Tears," the first album to feature his singing. He had surgery for lung cancer in 1996. In 1998 Vanguard released a compilation album, "The Vanguard Sessions." Mr. Bull had been working on an album of instrumentals, including solos for oud, sarod and electric guitar and a piece with percussionists from the Tito Puente Orchestra.
He is survived by his wife, Candy; a daughter, K. C.; two sons, Jesse and Jackson; a sister, Daisy Paradis; a brother, Digger St. John; and his mother."
"Sandy Bull, a guitarist, composer and improviser whose extended fantasias merged American folk styles with jazz, classical and world music, died on Wednesday at his home in Franklin, Tenn. He was 60.
The cause was cancer, said a friend, Jeff Hanna of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
Mr. Bull came out of the folk revival of the 1950's and the early 60's. But while many of his contemporaries were trying to recreate backwoods American styles, Mr. Bull turned his ear to the wider world. During his career he performed not only on acoustic and electric guitars, but also on electric bass, piano, banjo, oud, sarod and pedal steel guitar. His instincts, and his fondness for the drone at the basis of many music styles, led him to what would later be called fusion or world music.
Mr. Bull was born in New York City and grew up in Florida, living with his father after his parents separated. He briefly studied drums and got his first guitar when he was 8. His mother, Daphne Hellman, is a harpist whose repertory spans jazz and classical music, and he began living with her in New York when he was 11. He listened to Woody Guthrie, Lead Belly and Pete Seeger, and as a teenager he took banjo lessons from Erik Darling of the Weavers.
By the late 1950's, Mr. Bull had begun a peripatetic career as a performer. In 1959 he played on the streets in Paris, where he first heard Algerian music.
While studying music at Boston University in the late 1950's, he performed at Boston and Cambridge clubs, sitting in with singers including Joan Baez. In New York in the early 1960's he worked around Greenwich Village at the Gaslight, Folk City and the Bitter End.
His music was constantly broadening. He heard Lebanese music in a friend's jewelry shop on Macdougal Street in the Village and the Indian sarod on an album by Ravi Shankar and Ali Akbar Khan.
Mr. Bull recorded his first album, "Fantasias," for Vanguard Records in 1962. It included arrangements of classical pieces by Carl Orff and William Byrd, gospel and Appalachian tunes and an extended piece based on Indian tunings; the band featured the drummer Billy Higgins, who had been working with Ornette Coleman. Mr. Bull's next album, "Inventions," included Bach, Brazilian tunes and Chuck Berry's "Memphis." Mr. Bull also became a disc jockey for a radio program called "Music of Man" on WNCN-FM in New York.
Mr. Bull moved to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1963 and shared an apartment with Hamza El Din, the Nubian oud master. In the late 1960's Mr. Bull spent time in London and in Egypt, where he performed on Radio Cairo. But by the end of the 60's he had become addicted to heroin, a habit he finally broke in 1974. He re- emerged playing oud at shows in Bob Dylan's Rolling Thunder Revue in 1975, and he studied sarod with Mr. Khan in 1976.
But from 1972 to 1987 he could not get a recording contract. "Some label people wanted me to play the way I'd done on my first two albums," he said in an interview with Folk Roots magazine. "But I was always trying to do something a little different, change, try different approaches. I didn't want to repeat myself."
He moved to Los Angeles in the mid-1980's. His 1988 album, "Jukebox School of Music" (ROM), included salsa-flavored tunes and programmed keyboard parts. His "Vehicles" in 1991 featured the Senegalese percussionist Aiyb Dieng.
Mr. Bull moved to the Nashville area in 1992 and in 1996 started his own label, Timeless Recording Society, which released "Steel Tears," the first album to feature his singing. He had surgery for lung cancer in 1996. In 1998 Vanguard released a compilation album, "The Vanguard Sessions." Mr. Bull had been working on an album of instrumentals, including solos for oud, sarod and electric guitar and a piece with percussionists from the Tito Puente Orchestra.
He is survived by his wife, Candy; a daughter, K. C.; two sons, Jesse and Jackson; a sister, Daisy Paradis; a brother, Digger St. John; and his mother."
Golden door closed.
The new Ellis Island Records site opened yesterday, but I haven't been able to get in yet. May try changing my name to Vilsonsku.
The new Ellis Island Records site opened yesterday, but I haven't been able to get in yet. May try changing my name to Vilsonsku.
How those internet rumors get started.
(I was looking for a quote from Sheridan, honest.)
(I was looking for a quote from Sheridan, honest.)
In local news, Steve Parrino opens at Team Gallery on Thursday 4/19, and Lisa Beck is in a group show currently at Feature (no link yet).
20010413 nytimes:
Steve DiBenedetto
Baumgartner
Steve DiBenedetto makes splendidly gnarly, infernally incandescent paintings. The six medium- size, semiabstract canvases in this excellent show may be appreciated purely as rich essays in painterly improvisation.
Brushing, troweling, scraping, scumbling and gouging, the artist creates topographies of nonstop tactile and chromatic intrigue. Areas of thick, striated impasto border on sections of translucent color; patterns of woven or braided lines incised into the paint are irradiated by crepuscular light. In places, fine doodling looks like the work of an obsessive madman, while other areas suggest a formalist experimentalism like that of Terry Winters or Thomas Nozkowski.
Emerging to varying degrees of visibility are Ferris wheels, helicopters and octopuses. A Jungian analyst might view these round, spoked images as mandala-form archetypes of wholeness and unity. The first two, however, are manmade, mechanical objects — emblems of rational, Apollonian order wrested from the Dionysian depths where the octopus lives. The last, a sinuous, luxuriantly painted beast, clings to a web of brown lines against a background like hot, yellow sunlight in "Psychoptor." In "The Greedy Hippie," mudslides of murky doodling engulf from above and below a luminous, rainbow- hued Ferris wheel.
The id and the intellect, then: the octopus gives Mr. DiBenedetto's painting its sensuous, instinctual flow; the Ferris wheel its playful formal wit.
KEN JOHNSON
Steve DiBenedetto
Baumgartner
Steve DiBenedetto makes splendidly gnarly, infernally incandescent paintings. The six medium- size, semiabstract canvases in this excellent show may be appreciated purely as rich essays in painterly improvisation.
Brushing, troweling, scraping, scumbling and gouging, the artist creates topographies of nonstop tactile and chromatic intrigue. Areas of thick, striated impasto border on sections of translucent color; patterns of woven or braided lines incised into the paint are irradiated by crepuscular light. In places, fine doodling looks like the work of an obsessive madman, while other areas suggest a formalist experimentalism like that of Terry Winters or Thomas Nozkowski.
Emerging to varying degrees of visibility are Ferris wheels, helicopters and octopuses. A Jungian analyst might view these round, spoked images as mandala-form archetypes of wholeness and unity. The first two, however, are manmade, mechanical objects — emblems of rational, Apollonian order wrested from the Dionysian depths where the octopus lives. The last, a sinuous, luxuriantly painted beast, clings to a web of brown lines against a background like hot, yellow sunlight in "Psychoptor." In "The Greedy Hippie," mudslides of murky doodling engulf from above and below a luminous, rainbow- hued Ferris wheel.
The id and the intellect, then: the octopus gives Mr. DiBenedetto's painting its sensuous, instinctual flow; the Ferris wheel its playful formal wit.
KEN JOHNSON
In following Bill's billiken link I was not entirely suprised to find that one of my favorite childhood places, Seattle's Ye Olde Cruiosity Shop had a role in clarifying the origin of the good luck charm.
The site is a bit goofy on my browser because of all the Java but some may find it worth the poke around.
Especially you James Ensor fans, this is the sort of souvenir shop he lived and worked in.
The site is a bit goofy on my browser because of all the Java but some may find it worth the poke around.
Especially you James Ensor fans, this is the sort of souvenir shop he lived and worked in.
favorite charity at this moment
camera obscura rooms
Our friend Ruth Root has a show opening tonight at Andrew Kreps gallery 518 West 20th Street.
