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We'd been meaning to see Jim Jarmusch's latest film, The Dead Don't Die, and Wednesday was the night to do it. The cast is stellar, although most of them spend their on-screen time deadpanning (undeadpanning, maybe?), smashing the fourth wall to bits, or going for the Comic Olympic 20,000 Meter Joke Relay medal. The title of this piece riffs on one of them. Also, Adam Driver's character repeatedly saying "this is going to end badly," not quite what his Star Wars dad repeatedly said, but close enough.
BTW, check out his ride:
Damn, now I want one with a ragtop. (I had at least two people stop me on Friday and either compliment me on the car or ask questions about it- to which I can only answer, "They don't make the gas ones anymore and don't sell any of them around here anymore:P")
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I had no court scheduled Thursday, but I'd been gifted a magical pass into any or all of the Rochester Jazz Festival's "club" shows. These are the middle-tier performers, requiring either at-the-door general admission or presenting the pass- unlike the free outdoor shows or the one-a-night headliners in the Big Eastman Theatre, where I saw Lake Street Dive last year. I picked two that were early enough, actual-jazzy enough, and most importantly had connections to a beloved Toronto jazz station that went to # metoo Hell and back and is now going strong again.
Here's the first venue, inside the onetime downtown Rochester Club on East Avenue:
They don't allow any photography and certainly no recording during the shows themselves. So instead I got a picture of a record wot I bought, released just this week:
That's Heather, onetime morning host on Jazz.FM and now holding down the midday spot. I'd never heard her perform before, and she'd never been on a Rochester stage before, so it wound up being a beautiful first time for both. After the show, she signed my CD, I thanked her for her efforts in cleaning up the on-air mess at 91.1, and we hugged. She talked about organizing one of the station's "jazz safaris" to Western New York, because she was so impressed with the audiences and other performers she saw.
One nice thing about these shows is they are reasonably long- almost on the dot of the hour after beginning, they give their thanks, avoid the encore BS, and clear the room for the next show. So I had enough time to wander the festival before heading over to the second club show at Geva, downtown's main producing theater venue. I checked the crowd in front of the Eastman Theatre to see if any of my NPR buds were working their kiosk, and on the way saw this, proving that traffic signs are kinda useless in front of a collegiate music school:
Geva's building was originally the New York State Arsenal, but the company bought and renovated it right around the time I came to Rochester, and it now houses two stages. John Pizzarelli and his trio were booked at 7:30 on the bigger one, and I was wristbanded and seated four rows from the stage just as the trio came out.
"Trios" come in various sizes; Heather's were three besides her vocalizing self (she did bring out a kazoo-sounding something for one piece), on piano, stand-up bass and trumpet/fluegelhorn. The latter is a jazz legend in his own right named Chase Sanborn; I recognized the name as a riff on an old-timey brand of coffee, but Eleanor knew of him independent of that.)
On the other hand, the John Pizzarelli Trio includes their headliner in the count: John on guitar, pianist Konrad Paszkudzki, Greece Athena High School's own Mike Karn on the stand-up bass. Their latest CD honors the 100th birthday this year of Nat "King" Cole, and John explained his long-standing love of that music dating back to when he first played a cover of "Straighten Up and Fly Right" for his jazz legend dad Bucky back in 1980. Bucky dispatched him to a record shop to discover the real thing, and one trip to Sam Goody's later, his first real Nat Cole sounds hit the bottom of dad's classic Garrard turntable: "It had four speeds," and his room full of old fogies counted out all four with him: "16, 33 1/3, 45 and 78- which, coincidentally, were my SAT scores.”
His album was not on a merch table after his hour, but the local Barnes & Noble had it, and thus, now so do I:)
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Friday was an Up Stupid Early Day to be in traffic court by 8:30. I got out of it in just under an hour, put out one other court fire in downtown Buffalo after that, and then mostly took the afternoon off to take care of All The Things. Food and medications for all the aminals, the aforementioned CD, and an unfortunate trip to say farewell to a not-so-old and definitely not very faithful servant:
That was Microwave The Third. We got our first as a wedding present from my sister Sandy in 1987; it outlived her passing the following year and lasted into this century. The second was a cheapee pickup from Circuit City or Silo, I think, which tells you how old that was and how long it lasted. It was still serviceable when we did the kitchen reno in 2015, but we needed something bigger and newer, and thus, Numero Tres arrived.... and died the quickest death of the bunch when the waves started arcing randomly over the past few weeks. That funeral shot was at the repair place which has been good to us in the past; they candidly told us it'd be at least $30-50 before we even got to the element issue, or we could walk out and buy a new one for $100. Which we did- only adding 20 for four years of purchase protection, because that seems to be about how long they make appliances to last anymore:P It's about the same size, but vents differently, so we actually regained some counter space in front of it from it not requiring as much room behind it on the counter. The clock/countdown/timer display is bigger for these fast-failing eyes, and it POINTS to "timer" when it's doing that. My only bet is whether it will outlive Evil Cat, and my money, of course, is on the latter.
I just hope it doesn't end badly;)
BTW, check out his ride:
Damn, now I want one with a ragtop. (I had at least two people stop me on Friday and either compliment me on the car or ask questions about it- to which I can only answer, "They don't make the gas ones anymore and don't sell any of them around here anymore:P")
----
I had no court scheduled Thursday, but I'd been gifted a magical pass into any or all of the Rochester Jazz Festival's "club" shows. These are the middle-tier performers, requiring either at-the-door general admission or presenting the pass- unlike the free outdoor shows or the one-a-night headliners in the Big Eastman Theatre, where I saw Lake Street Dive last year. I picked two that were early enough, actual-jazzy enough, and most importantly had connections to a beloved Toronto jazz station that went to # metoo Hell and back and is now going strong again.
Here's the first venue, inside the onetime downtown Rochester Club on East Avenue:
They don't allow any photography and certainly no recording during the shows themselves. So instead I got a picture of a record wot I bought, released just this week:
That's Heather, onetime morning host on Jazz.FM and now holding down the midday spot. I'd never heard her perform before, and she'd never been on a Rochester stage before, so it wound up being a beautiful first time for both. After the show, she signed my CD, I thanked her for her efforts in cleaning up the on-air mess at 91.1, and we hugged. She talked about organizing one of the station's "jazz safaris" to Western New York, because she was so impressed with the audiences and other performers she saw.
One nice thing about these shows is they are reasonably long- almost on the dot of the hour after beginning, they give their thanks, avoid the encore BS, and clear the room for the next show. So I had enough time to wander the festival before heading over to the second club show at Geva, downtown's main producing theater venue. I checked the crowd in front of the Eastman Theatre to see if any of my NPR buds were working their kiosk, and on the way saw this, proving that traffic signs are kinda useless in front of a collegiate music school:
Geva's building was originally the New York State Arsenal, but the company bought and renovated it right around the time I came to Rochester, and it now houses two stages. John Pizzarelli and his trio were booked at 7:30 on the bigger one, and I was wristbanded and seated four rows from the stage just as the trio came out.
"Trios" come in various sizes; Heather's were three besides her vocalizing self (she did bring out a kazoo-sounding something for one piece), on piano, stand-up bass and trumpet/fluegelhorn. The latter is a jazz legend in his own right named Chase Sanborn; I recognized the name as a riff on an old-timey brand of coffee, but Eleanor knew of him independent of that.)
On the other hand, the John Pizzarelli Trio includes their headliner in the count: John on guitar, pianist Konrad Paszkudzki, Greece Athena High School's own Mike Karn on the stand-up bass. Their latest CD honors the 100th birthday this year of Nat "King" Cole, and John explained his long-standing love of that music dating back to when he first played a cover of "Straighten Up and Fly Right" for his jazz legend dad Bucky back in 1980. Bucky dispatched him to a record shop to discover the real thing, and one trip to Sam Goody's later, his first real Nat Cole sounds hit the bottom of dad's classic Garrard turntable: "It had four speeds," and his room full of old fogies counted out all four with him: "16, 33 1/3, 45 and 78- which, coincidentally, were my SAT scores.”
His album was not on a merch table after his hour, but the local Barnes & Noble had it, and thus, now so do I:)
----
Friday was an Up Stupid Early Day to be in traffic court by 8:30. I got out of it in just under an hour, put out one other court fire in downtown Buffalo after that, and then mostly took the afternoon off to take care of All The Things. Food and medications for all the aminals, the aforementioned CD, and an unfortunate trip to say farewell to a not-so-old and definitely not very faithful servant:
That was Microwave The Third. We got our first as a wedding present from my sister Sandy in 1987; it outlived her passing the following year and lasted into this century. The second was a cheapee pickup from Circuit City or Silo, I think, which tells you how old that was and how long it lasted. It was still serviceable when we did the kitchen reno in 2015, but we needed something bigger and newer, and thus, Numero Tres arrived.... and died the quickest death of the bunch when the waves started arcing randomly over the past few weeks. That funeral shot was at the repair place which has been good to us in the past; they candidly told us it'd be at least $30-50 before we even got to the element issue, or we could walk out and buy a new one for $100. Which we did- only adding 20 for four years of purchase protection, because that seems to be about how long they make appliances to last anymore:P It's about the same size, but vents differently, so we actually regained some counter space in front of it from it not requiring as much room behind it on the counter. The clock/countdown/timer display is bigger for these fast-failing eyes, and it POINTS to "timer" when it's doing that. My only bet is whether it will outlive Evil Cat, and my money, of course, is on the latter.
I just hope it doesn't end badly;)