Archive for January, 2010
Good stuff online: Pee-Wee Herman is back!
January 22, 2010Playlist: iPod shuffle, 1/21/2010
January 22, 2010
GIOVANNA Tempo di Slow THOM YORKE And it Rained All Night VICTORIA CLARK Life is But a Dream JASON DANIELEY AND THE FRONTIER HEROES One Man Guy BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN This Life PATTY GRIFFIN Little God OK GO No Sign of Life JIMMY SOMERVILLE From This Moment On CONWAY TWITTY Danny (Lonely Blue Boy) LIZZ WRIGHT Open Your Eyes, You Can Fly JAMI SIEBER Homage TEDDY THOMPSON My Worst Is Yet to Come JOAN ARMATRADING Recommend My Love SANDRA BERNHARD Relationships JUDITH OWEN My Father’s Voice THE SWELL SEASON Low Rising VIVA VOCE One in Every Crowd MARY LEE’S CORVETTE Like Water AQUALUNG Mr. Universe PATTY GRIFFIN Stay on the Ride CASSANDRA WILSON Arere BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN The Wrestler THE EAGLES It’s Your World Now COWBOY JUNKIES Brand New World FEIST See Lion Woman FERRON Witness to the Years MILDRED BAILEY & RED NORVO I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm RACHEL’S Egon & Gertie D’ANGELO Feel Like Makin’ Love GEOFF MULDAUR’S FUTURISTIC ENSEMBLE Take your Tomorrow (And Give Me Yesterday)
Quote of the day: CONFRONTING RACISM
January 22, 2010I am a white Baptist male living in Georgia, and I’ve found that the best way for white people to fight racism is to put other whites on the defensive when they make racist comments. For years I felt uncomfortable whenever someone made a remark like “You’re not sending your kids to public school with those children, are you?” Now I just ask, “What do you mean?”
Here’s an example: Last year I was watching a college basketball game when a man said to me, “I used to love basketball before they stole it from us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know.”
“No, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, explain it to me.”
“Forget about it.”
Suddenly he felt uncomfortable instead of me.
— Bob Herndon
R.I.P.: Kate McGarrigle
January 20, 2010I mourn today the sad passing of Kate McGarrigle, the Canadian singer-songwriter beloved for the records she made with her sister Anna and also the mother of singer-songwriters Rufus Wainwright and Martha Wainwright. See a lovely tribute to her online on the CBC website here.

I loved the McGarrigles from the very beginning of their career, when Linda Ronstadt and Maria Muldaur started recording their songs (Anna’s “Heart Like a Wheel” and Kate’s “The Work Song”). I got to meet and interview them in Boston at the time of their first album (1975). I was just a kid, still in college, and they were still largely unknown, nervous and shy. I interviewed them in their tiny hotel room, where we sat on the twin beds and talked. I saw the McGarrigles play live for the first time at the Inn Square Men’s Bar in Cambridge, which was not much bigger than my living room is now. The stage was crammed with several musicians (including Dane Lanken and Chaim Tannenbaum) and tons of instruments. After every song, everybody switched instruments, taking turns on guitar, banjo, fiddle, accordion, and concertina. Brilliant show. I saw them numerous times over the years, at clubs and concert halls, most recently at Town Hall for the tour that accompanied the fantastic family songbook, The McGarrigle Hour. I reviewed almost all their albums over the years, for the Boston Phoenix, Rolling Stone, and the Village Voice.
Then when Rufus hit the scene, wherever I saw him, Kate was always hovering nearby: at a mini-show and CD signing in the basement of the old A Different Light bookstore on 19th Street…at Fez…at the Supper Club. I didn’t see his Judy Garland show at Carnegie Hall, but there was Mom, playing piano while he sang “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”
She left behind a lot of great music. I’m a big fan of French Record, but for the sake of remembrance I just put on Kate and Anna McGarrigle, and it made me happy to think about this fantastic musician. Ever heard it? Check out “Kiss and Say Goodbye” here.
Photo diary: Brooklyn brunch with baby boys, 1/17/10
January 19, 2010- Park Slope parents
- Andy with Samson Pessah, whose mom Sari was our hostess
- my first opportunity to hold the newborn
- the floor was literally littered with male critters
- no such thing as “Hold still, kids!”
- an uncannily happy boy with soulful eyes
- out of eight babies, one female — Nadia, asleep among the coats








