You are my Wednesday girl.
Is This Interesting?
Thoughts/feelings that just might not matter:
It’s the last day of February, and so 2007 is 1/6th complete. Can you believe it?
It’s warm in Austin. I was driving around with my windows down yesterday in the sunshine of an 80 degree day. As you may or may not know, I do not have air-conditioning in my car. A Whole Foods commercial came on the radio urging listeners to “fight the cold with soup.” More like “fight the warm with oops!”
Burn.
Well, I’m looking forward to the heat, even though I’ll find myself despising it from time to time. I’ve got to start shopping for the perfect float for Barton Springs. And the perfect one-piece.
You can check out the perfect two-piece tonight at Café Mundi, as Matt the Electrician and I continue to celebrate our new record, Playing: Live at Café Mundi. It’s a gem without which one’s CD collection seems weak and corrupt. At this point, it’s only available at performances, so come by tonight to score one.
Also, tomorrow, I’ll join old friends Johann Wagner and Raina Rose at Flipnotics. I know both songwriters from hanging out at the Kerrville Folk Festival. I’ve played a show with Johann in Denton, Texas, and I joined Raina for a mega-fun mini-tour of the Northwest last year.
See the details right here.
Speaking of fun, I caught Jonathan Richman live at the Cactus Café last night, and as always, I’m so glad I did. I took my girlfriend Maggie, who was completely uninitiated. I was so glad to be able to share it with her and jealous that she was about to see the show for the very first time.
I was in college when my friend and bass player Scotty-Scott convinced me to go with him to a Jonathan Richman show at the Bluebird Café in Nashville. We had already played a show that night, and I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about seeing someone else play. But of course, my life and my music were forever changed by this man-child, this spectacle, this road warrior, this Modern Lover.
I’m struggling this morning to describe what a Jonathan Richman show is like. Objectively, it’s one man with a classical guitar and mainstay Tommy Larkins on drums. Doesn’t sound that fun, does it? But Mr. Richman personifies the difference between playing music and performing music. He “plays” life on stage and off. He is alert, open, and free, and intentionally or not, he makes you feel guilty for all the times you sleep-walk through life and music.
His words and music are brilliantly simple:
“He gave us the wine to taste, not to discuss.”
“My baby loves, loves, loves me now, even more than I pray for.”
“When it’s Springtime in New York.”
“Is it her you want to give attention to, or is it you?”
I find it rebellious in this day and age to so plainly tell it like it is without preach or pretense. In that respect, Richman is a no-nonsense punk musician who happens to enjoy doo-wop, calypso, Spanish guitar, Leonard Cohen, and The Velvet Underground.
He sings in English, French, Italian, and Spanish. Whatever he feels like. He creates the feel of street performance on stage. No guitar cord. No guitar strap. Just microphones capturing two people playing music. He dances when he feels like it. He explains lyrics when he feels like it. He does not take requests. He tries to avoid excessive encores. He makes intense eye contact with audience members. His mouth hangs agape when he isn’t singing. His songs are great, but his recordings will never live up to the live experience.
I could type all day about this man. I feel guilty that I did not tell ALL of my friends to go with us. Next time you have an opportunity, do not miss this show. Go with an open heart, and stretch your smile muscles before and after or you will be sore in the face. It was good to see Spike and Henry there. Good to see Graham and Randy. And good to see Mike and Julian, who saved us some kick ass seats. Thanks, blokes!
Quotopia
Freshly-picked quotes from the ol’ reference collection:
I don’t do any songs that I’m sick of now - sometimes even songs that I request. If I’m sick of ‘em I don’t do ‘em even for myself.
Jonathan Richman
Online Museum of the Week
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Janet & Justin

Poetry that Rhymes
And flows. And builds a bridge. And inspires:
Flange for the tamlers
Folly of the toth
Flingy and cringy and doodly-bo.
I went to the doctor and guess what he saw?
A man who was needlessly flapping his jaw.
I went to the shrink, too, and guess what she heard?
Many a sound, but rarely a word!
Quothy and oathy
Crimny and flork
Help me! I’m losing control of my nork.
My nork is for thinking.
My nork is for speech.
My nork, it is broken,
So splinge halmny fleech.
Plumb, Plumber, Plumbest
Signs o’ the times from Austin’s singing Jewish plumber, Herman Bennett:

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