****** Musician's Meanderings******
Steve Hashimoto's Journey Journal - 04-05-2003:
It was great to hear Bob Centano at our little weekly jam session at City
Lights. Having only worked with him on big bands, where he's usually played
the bari chair, it was a delight to hear him play flute (as well as seeing
him perform his "magic" tricks with it. Bob comes from the old school, and I
mean that in a complimentary way -- he's aware that music can be serious in
intent but entertaining at the same time. It's all well and good to say that
jazz is America's classical music, but at the same time I think denying that
it's also very much a folk music, was once popular (as in "pop"), and rooted
in dance is a trap that too many of us fall into. (Just after I wrote this I
got word that the gig has ended -- after the manager promised us that he was
good at least until June. Thanks to all youse guys who showed up and played
or sat and drank, and I'm now officially open on Wednesdays!)
The NYC trip was ok, all in all. Even though I wound up without an amp, the
soundman was good and I didn't much miss it. We worked in a club that I was
told is the oldest continually existing cabaret space in New York (it was
previously called The Duplex, and Woody Allen, Barbra Streisand and Richard
Pryor, among many others, previously worked there). I got to see some old,
old friends that I haven't seen much of since high school, Cara Kosaka and
Brad Pallas (Pete Petrakis, Brad says hey!) and to hang out with my pal
Schlitzie (aka Fred Knapp) in the armpit of North America, New Jersey. I
think my New York jinx has ended. Thanks to everyone involved.
The horapalooza with Shmuel tonight was one of those gigs -- no one's fault,
but there were some pretty harmonically advanced moments. Oy gevalt! One of
the more magical moments was when a shriveled avocado of a woman came up to
Bobby Schiff and Mike Levin and I as we were attempting to play cocktail
music in the lobby and interrupted our intro to Dindi to demand that we play
Mack The Knife. A tad ironic, given the surroundings.
And just to prove what a wonderful person I am, on the behalf of Dave Ivaz, I
pass this warning along: a contractor named Miriam Schrieber evidently hasn't
been paying a lot of folks, so beware of accepting jobs from her.
This week Steven Hashimoto will wait for your calls at:
SUN. 4/6: at THE GREEN MILL, 4802 N. Broadway, 8-10pm, with poet Marc Smith
and The Pong Unit (Mike Smith, guitar; Dave Flippo, keyboards; Ted Sirota,
drums) for The Uptown Poetry Slam.
WEDS. 4/9: FREMD HIGH SCHOOL in Palatine, 1pm, I think, with Marc Smith and
The Poetry Slam Travelling Show. Once again we attempt to shovel some culture
down America's sullen adolescent pie-hole.
THURS. 4/10: ROSEMARY, 122 S. 1st Street in DeKalb (behind Otto's),
10pm-12:30am, with The Brian Duke Trio (Duke on drums and a player to be
FRI. 4/11: as always, at THE GREEN MILL, 4802 N. Broadway, 1:30-3:45am, with
The Green Mill Quartet (Barely Winograd, bari sax; Bob Long, piano; Rick
Shandling, drums) for The After-Hours Jam Session.
SAT. 4/12: at MAGNUM'S on Golf Rd. in Schaumburg, 10-ish, I think, with the
5-horn r&b band Souled Out.
Wednesdays! I need to fill 'em! 708-222-6520!