Weekly Updates – Page 37 – Keith Robertson

Week in Review – August 5, 2018

Diana made her first business trip for her new job on Monday and Tuesday. The destination was San Jose and the meeting seems to have gone well. She was entertained to find a picture of an old typewriter in her room – they show up everywhere since we saw the California Typewriter movie.

This picture from her flight home shows the layer of smoke from the massive California wildfires that continue to burn. The Mendocino fire is now the largest in recorded history with close to 300,000 acres burned.

I dropped Diana off for her flight and we stopped into my favorite Dallas area coffee shop, Redefined coffee in Grapevine, for coffee and a crossword on the way. When I arrived at my office I found a nice new mousepad on my desk – a gift from Mike Mead that merges the Scottish and American flags in a creative way.

On Thursday we flew to Pensacola, Florida to rendezvous with Denny, Anne, Jack, Mason, and Sabine for a long weekend in Navarre beach. Anne’s parents, Carolyn and Jack, have a condo there that they live in during the winter months. Navarre beach is located on a very thin sliver of an island that parallels the coast – it takes just a couple of minutes to walk from the leeward to the gulf side of the island.

We stopped at the Union Public House in Pensacola for a drink and a snack before making the drive. The crab fingers and scotch eggs were very good.

Our next stop was at Joe Patti for fresh seafood. This place had the largest and most impressive array that I’ve seen – amazing variety. Denny picked up some scallops and lump crab meat.

Diana captured this picture of the gorgeous sandy beaches as we drove along the island. Here are some of the lovely views from the condo after we arrived.

Denny and Anne cooked up an amazing feast for dinner including perfectly cooked fresh scallops with tzatziki sauce. That was followed by a pretty wild game of cards against humanity which Mason won, just edging Denny and me.

Diana and I did some work calls first thing in the morning and after a late, lazy breakfast, we headed over to the beach on Friday and stayed there until a thunder storm rolling in from offshore seemed ready to soak us. Then we headed to T.J.s in Navarre proper on the mainland for a late lunch.

Our Friday night entertainment was a walk down to Juana’s to listen to the live band. The music was classic rock which everyone (except maybe Denny) enjoyed. The people watching in the music section of the bar was some of the best I’ve seen in a while with all kinds of characters involved. It became clear why the floor of the bar was nice soft sand.

Saturday morning was a repeat of Friday with a trip over to the beach. The current and waves were much calmer and so we were able to spend some more time playing in the sea. Lunch was at Windjammer on the pier where Anne and Diana had found some impressive sand art on their earlier walk down the beach.

Sunday morning brunch was amazing crab benedicts assembled by Chef Denny, Anne with a small contribution from me. After brunch we enjoyed some quality time on the massive blow up island in the water out behind the condo. Diana tried out Anne’s paddleboard and did very well – no falling at all.

D paddle boarding – should she be that far out?

Then it was that awful time again – time to leave the Ogans and fly home to boring, land-locked McKinney. Thanks to Mr. Denny for driving us to the Pensacola airport. The candle that Anne gifted to Diana caused some brief interest from the Pensacola TSA staff.

My cigar cutter and ashtray set up caused me to be stopped for a bag check on the way out of Dallas to Pensacola and I was lucky to get a TSA agent who was also a cigar aficionado and let it pass. So we were able to get extra screening on both legs of the trip.

Jack had Anne send us home with a gift from him (one that didn’t alert TSA) – a piece of wine cork art that is now hanging in our bar area.

A huge thanks to Jack and Carolyn for the use of their condo for an excellent long weekend!

My reading this week has been from the new Paul Simon biography. I’m about half way through and around 1974 when “Still Crazy After All These Years” was released. This has been a very interesting read – I enjoy hearing about the inspiration for the songs and the special recording techniques and musicians used on the various albums. I was interested to learn that the Muscle Shoals “Swampers” were the key musicians on the “Rhymin’ Simon” album – one of my favorites. It’s amazing how many of the records that I love were recorded at Muscle Shoals with that great cadre of musicians.

Here’s a song from that album:

Denny turned me on to a great version of “As Long as I Can See the Light” by My Morning Jacket while we were in Navarre:

And to finish out the music section this week, here’s an excellent song by Little Richard with Jimi Hendrix on guitar and Billy Preston on organ that I heard about through the Immortal Jukebox blog (highly recommended):

Week in Review – July 29, 2018

The week started out with a pretty significant packing oopsy! I arrived at DFW airport and realized that I hadn’t packed any trousers for my trip to New York and was wearing shorts – not ideal for the office environment.

As a result, Monday started with an early morning walk to Target, which didn’t have any dress pants at all, and then a walk to Century 21 where I was successful. It was rainy and very humid for the walk as you can see from the misty top of the Freedom Tower. I did find a great coffee shop to dry out in next to Target where I enjoyed a delicious beet humus (seems to be an increasingly popular option) and avocado toast and heard this interesting music playing.

Tinariwen is a Grammy Award-winning group of Tuareg musicians from the Sahara Desert region of northern Mali. The band was formed in 1979 in Tamanrasset, Algeria, but returned to Mali after a cease-fire in the 1990s. I like the rhythmic and repetitive guitar sound and it reminds me a lot of an album I have from 1994 with Ry Cooder and Ali Farka Toure (also from the Saharan desert region) titled “Talking Timbuktu”.

My first New York musical outing was to Birdland to see the Birdland Big Band. They are a 16 piece band with lots of brass and perform at the club every Friday evening and for a two week residency in the summer. I enjoyed the mix of musical styles they offered and even one of a few songs they did with a singer named Veronica swift – “Someone to Watch Over Me”.

A couple of evenings later I was able to catch a performance by the blues guitarist Walter Trout at the Highline Ballroom next to Chelsea Market. Trout had a liver transplant a few years ago and was so sick that he had to learn to talk and play guitar after surgery, taking several years to regain all of his skills. I didn’t love the show but did enjoy the venue and particularly a young guitarist named Solomon Hicks whom Trout invited to join him for a couple of songs.

I finished out the work week with a delicious Mediterranean dinner with colleagues at a new find named “Nish Nush” on John Street. The falafel trio was excellent with the best falafels and sauces that I’ve had. I’m looking forward to returning when I’m back in the area.

On the short walk back to my hotel, I thought I heard a band playing on the plaza outside the JP Morgan building, but further investigation showed that it was Thursday movie night with “Back to the Future”. I walked up right as the “flux capacitor” was being introduced.

I had a full day of meetings on Friday and headed to La Guardia airport at 5pm in a rain storm. My flight was scheduled to leave at 8pm and was constantly pushed back as the thunder storm continued to hover above the airport. The incoming flight was eventually diverted to Pittsburg for refueling and ultimately arrived around midnight. We landed in Dallas after 3am and it was close to 4:30am when I got home – a long day to say the least.

I was able to rally for a workout, coffee and crossword with Diana on Saturday morning but got very sleepy in the afternoon.

Week in Review – July 15, 2018

We arrived in Glasgow via Houston and London Heathrow on Thursday afternoon in time to celebrate my Mum’s 80th birthday. Diana did a nice job of wrapping her gift, a necklace with birthstones for each of the grandchildren, in a fancy stack. We were amazed at the array of 80th birthday cards – no two the same. You just don’t get that kind of selection with us. The weather during our visit was perfect and a very nice change from the 100 degree temperatures that we left behind in Dallas.

On Friday we decided to take a trip up to Glasgow in the afternoon. We parked at Buchanan Galleries and enjoyed lunch in Princes Square. It was fun to observe the various buskers along Buchanan Street and to see all the people enjoying their lunch al fresco. As we were leaving I spotted a dinosaur exhibit in the shopping mall and was able to coax McD into hatching from a dino egg.

On Saturday we went for a walk along the front at Troon which came with a stop for ice cream at a kiosk by the beach. David brought Penelope’s Cousin (PC), his new Porsche Cayman GTS, to Merrick View for a visit in the afternoon and then we went for an exhilarating drive on the Fenwick road.

Saturday evening brought the 80th birthday celebration dinner at Lochgreen. This is the same place where we had my Dad’s birthday party and we reprised family pictures before going in for dinner.

We had a lovely meal and Lorna provided one of her typically creative birthday cakes.

We slept in late on Sunday and then David took us to Brig o’ Doon for coffee and a snack in the afternoon. President Trump was leaving from Prestwick airport and the traffic of protestors and observers made for a slower than normal trip. The Brig o’ Doon is situated in Alloway, home of Scotland’s most famous poet, Robert Burns. His poem, Tam o’ Shanter, finishes with his trusty horse, Meg, helping him escape witches giving chase after a night of too much imbibing. Meg makes it across the Brig o’ Doon only by shedding her tail to the witch. Here is the original verse and a translation.

There was a wedding going on and so we were asked to move out of the backdrop for the wedding pictures as we posed atop Brig o’ Doon.

That’s Heather’s new boyfriend, Michael, holding her hand as they ascend the bridge. He seems like a lovely young man in spite of being vegan. I got a picture of Diana under a line from another of Burns’ poems that I sang for her on St. Valentine’s day. My Mum commented that the gesture wasn’t complete without presentation of a red rose to accompany the song.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner of my Mum’s famous boeuf bourguignon and individual pavlovas on Sunday evening before Heather, David and Struan had to head back to Aberdeen for work on Monday.

I finished a couple of books this week. “Famous Father Girl” by Jamie Bernstein tells of her life growing up as the daughter of Leonard Bernstein. I enjoyed this very much – particularly her stories about her Dad preparing to conduct some of the famous symphonies around the world.

The other was “Still Alice” by Lisa Genova. I loved “Every Note Played” earlier this year and my Mum had left this one on the bedside table for me to read during the visit. I enjoyed this one very much as well – Genova does an amazing job of capturing what it must feel like to face the onset of early Alzheimer’s.

Week in Review – July 8, 2018

At last, a mostly peaceful week at home for both of us. Diana worked hard for four solid days to continue to come up to speed on her new job, her accounts, and the people that she works with. I had a couple of busy days with high impact outages and other annoyances. However, I was able to watch some of the World Cup and particularly enjoyed the Japan vs Belgium and Brazil vs Belgium games. It’s fun to text back and forth with my friend Judy, soccer referee extraordinaire, in California about our predicted outcomes. She chose Brazil to beat Belgium and so lost that game, while I chose Sweden to beat England and lost that one. I’m predicting Belgium wins 2-1 over England in the final.

One of my favourite musical bloggers shared these thoughts about the best footballer ever in his opinion, the Scotsman Alan Gilzean. He was a wee bit before my time, but this video would support the commentary that follows it:

Alan Gilzean was to use a fine Scots term a supremely canny player. He seemed to have an advanced football radar system that allowed him to know exactly where he was in relation to his markers and his team mates.

He insouciantly brought off feats of skill and technique that other fine players could only dream of – leaving opponents admiringly bemused and teammates exhilarated.

But, with Alan Gilzean it’s not the numbers that you remember it’s the breathtaking elegance of his play – the way he could amaze you game after game with the subtlety of his footballing imagination.

Reading about Gilzean had my mind drifting back to Kenny Dalglish, my favourite Scottish footballer, and his goals for Scotland in the World Cup and his amazing performances with Celtic and Liverpool.

On a sad note, I heard of the passing of Henry Butler on Monday, at the young age of 69. Butler was born in New Orleans and lived there for much of his life, moving to Boulder, CO after Hurricane Katrina and finally living in New York where he was an active participant in the jazz scene.

I met Mr. Butler on my very first visit to New Orleans, about a year after Katrina. I was visiting some folks from my State Farm account team and met up with Denny and Anne after dinner. They took me to the original Rock N’ Bowl and then to see Kermit Ruffins at Vaughans. Henry Butler was sitting in on keyboards with Kermit and Anne introduced me to him as she was helping him to a taxi – Butler went blind from glaucoma at a very early age. What an amazing night that was and what a typical kind gesture from Anne.

I like what the New York Times had to say in their obituary:

Mr. Butler’s music was encyclopedic, precise and wild. He was acclaimed as a member of a distinctively New Orleans piano pantheon alongside Jelly Roll Morton, James Booker, Tuts Washington, Professor Longhair, Fats Domino, Allen Toussaint and Dr. John. He was also a forthright, bluesy singer who often used New Orleans standards as springboards for improvisation.

Mr. Butler commanded the syncopated power and splashy filigree of boogie-woogie and gospel and the rolling polyrhythms of Afro-Caribbean music. He could also summon the elegant delicacy of classical piano or hurtle toward the dissonances and atonal clusters of modern jazz. He could play in convincing vintage styles and sustain multileveled counterpoint, then demolish it all in a whirlwind of genre-smashing virtuosity.

Dr. John (Mac Rebennack) once described him as “the pride of New Orleans and a visionistical down-home cat and a hellified piano plunker to boot.”

Ivan Neville, who leads the New Orleans band Dumpstaphunk and recorded with Mr. Butler as part of the all-star group New Orleans Social Club, said by email on Tuesday that Mr. Butler was “an amazingly, truly gifted musician and pianist like no other.” He added, “At times it sounded like he had three or four hands instead of just two.”

My big take away from this is – go and see the great live performers while you can! Make the effort to get out and see live music – you’ll rarely regret it.

Our noisy pool pump got even noisier this week and finally gave up the ghost. An expensive but much, much quieter pump has now been installed and is working very well. The great news is we’ll no longer be awakened by the pump turning on and off during the winter nights. It turns out the pump had been leaking for a while and supporting an outbreak of weeds in the pool equipment area – McD with her weed gun to the rescue!

Patty and Brent joined us for dinner on July 4th. Diana was hungry when she went shopping for dinner and so we had several courses – D’s famous meat and cheese platters, lamb chops on the grill, a selection of sausages with a selection of mustards, caprese, shrimp and veggie fries. There were lots of leftovers for the rest of the week. We decided not to brave the crowds to watch live fireworks and settled for the New York music and fireworks display on television – a sign of aging I’m sure.

We watched the movie “A Song for You” on Friday night. This film gives a behind the scenes look at 40 years of the PBS music show “Austin City Limits”.

I really enjoyed the view into what makes this show special as well as the commentary from musicians and the clips of archive performances – those by Stevie Ray Vaughan and Ray Charles being highlights.

Saturday took us back to the Kessler for perhaps our last concert with Patty and Brent before they move north – I’m sure we’ll try to tempt them to visit in the future with upcoming concerts. They’ve been working through a list of Dallas restaurants that they want to try or revisit before moving and chose North Italia at the new Legacy West development for our pre-concert dinner. The home made pasta dishes were excellent. Patty found a perfect new car for David parked across from the restaurant:

The concert was by the Devon Allman Band with opener Duane Betts. Devon is the son of the late Gregg Allman who started the Allman Brothers Band (one of my very favourites) with his brother Duane Allman and Dickie Betts on guitars. Duane is the son of Dickie and (you guessed it) named after Duane Allman. Both Devon and Duane played sets of their own music and then concluded with a tribute to their fathers and the Allman Brothers.

The opening dual guitar riff from “Blue Sky” always makes us smile:

The music is very much from the Southern Rock genre with a strong blues element. We particularly enjoyed Devon’s cover of “I’ll be Around”, originally recorded by The Spinners.

Devon was very brave when he rambled through the audience playing a guitar solo and stood up on one of the folding chairs beside us.

What a great night of music – right in my sweet spot with the dual guitars.

We stayed at the Joule hotel downtown after the show – a chance for Patty and Brent to treat themselves before moving. A good feature of this hotel is the champagne they serve you as you check in. That might be Diana’s favourite part of the hotel.

I finished “Blue Lightning” by Ann Cleeves this week. This was one of the books I got from my Mum and Dad for my birthday and is set on Fair Isle (located about half way between Shetland and Orkney islands) and a birders paradise. A body is discovered in a bird observatory and detective Jimmy Perez has to solve the murder in the middle of a very strong storm. I enjoyed the insight into the competitive bird spotting world and the twists and turns of the murder mystery plot. Fair Isle is also known for very intricately designed hand knitted sweaters.

Here’s one more song from Devon Allman to finish out the post this week:

Week in Review – July 1, 2018

Back to New York again on Monday for a week of long meetings every day. My flight was delayed by a few hours while a tire was changed and extra fuel was added so I was a bit grumpy by the time it took off. The movie “The Death of Stalin” really cheered me up. I had no idea what to expect and quickly started chuckling at the crazy exploits of the Russian leadership as Stalin dies and they compete for power. The actors include Jeffrey Tambor, Steve Buscemi and Michael Palin and all are hilarious. The movie was directed by Armando Ianucci, whom I’d never heard of. Some quick research showed him to be Scottish from Italian descent and a graduate of the University of Glasgow – might explain why I enjoyed the dark, off-kilter humor so much. I also learned that he was a bit part of the creative force behind the HBO series “Veep” – a show that I love and McD doesn’t – it’s just a bit too raunchy and wrong for her and she can’t understand what’s funny. Here’s Ianucci and the cast being interviewed about the movie and drawing some direct comparisons from the Stalin era politics to our current leadership.

On the drive in from the airport I heard this excellent song by Book T and the MGs. It’s rare to hear Booker T on the piano versus the Hammond organ and I love the gospel feel of the guitar by the legendary Steve Cropper. Sunday Sermon was originally the B side to their 1970 cover of “Something” by George Harrison.

After checking into my new favourite Wall Street area hotel, the Downtown Association, I headed out for a quick dinner and found a new Mediterranean place around the corner named Zeytin. The food was very good with lamb-beef doner meat that reminded me of the late night kebab shops that Andy Bull loved so much in our Edinburgh university days. The beet hummus was also very nice. A good new place for a quick and casual lunch or dinner.

When I made it back to the hotel room the Jools Holland show was on TV and a very unique looking musician named Seasick Steve was performing. He was born in Oakland, CA and is now 78 and has had a very interesting life. He lived as a hobo for many years – jumping trains and working short term jobs. He played in blues bands and as a session musician and producer. In the 1990s he produced albums by Modest Mouse and in 2006 he received his big musical break appearing on the Jools Holland show in the UK for the first time. He went on to perform at many large festivals and won several awards. Seasick Steve makes many of his unique guitars and other instruments.

Here are some pictures of Heather preparing to attend her graduation ceremony on Tuesday to receive her first class Honors law and languages degree. Everyone is exceptionally proud of her accomplishment.

On Tuesday night I decided to try out a new jazz club I had read about in Tribeca – 75 Club. It advertised a speakeasy style basement jazz club. One of the great features of New York is that you can take the subway to any neighborhood and stumble across a very good restaurant. I was drawn to Serafina at West Broadway and Chambers Street and had a delicious dish of scallops with celery root puree and shaved black truffles.

Now it was time to try out the 75 Club which lived up to its advertising very nicely. As I approached the club I was surprised to find a large collection of semi trucks full of movie gear and catering stations set up all along Murray Street. The film crew was eating in the first floor of the Bogardus mansion that houses the 75 Crew. A quick bit of research revealed that they were filling a scene for an episode of the show “Ray Donovan” starring Liev Schreiber. I’m amazed at how many people it takes to put a show like that together.

Named after its builder, James Bogardus, the originator of cast-iron architecture, the building was built in 1850 and features a 5-story facade replicating the late 15th century Palazzo Veladramini in Venice. It now serves as a very popular space for wedding and special events.

The pianist and bass player, Tardo Hammer and John Webber, were sitting at the bar telling stories when I arrived in the basement of the mansion. This was equally good entertainment to the music that they performed to a very small Monday night crowd.

I would like to return to this venue on a weekend night and enjoy their nice club table seating and acoustics.

I snapped a couple of pictures of the Oculus rail terminal and Freedom Tower on my walk to and from the club.

Meanwhile, in Arroyo Grande/Pismo Beach, California, Momma D was busy babysitting Lily and Ben. She seemed to do a good job of swinging Ben and had a good visit with Alicia to her new home at Cuesta college. I think McD worked much harder than I did this week – and I know I was pretty tired by the end of the week.

Wednesday night took me to the Blue Note jazz club in Greenwich Village to see the band Lettuce. This is a New Orleans style funk jam band featuring a stellar group of very in demand musicians – Adam Deitch on drums, Adam Smirnoff on guitar, Erick Coomes on bass, Nigel Hall on keyboards, Ryan Zoidis on saxophone, and Eric Bloom on trumpet.

Alicia and I saw Lettuce at the Granada theater in Dallas about 9 months ago and so I was excited to see them on the line up this week. I enjoyed the diverse crowd as compared to typical Blue Note shows – the lady at the table next to me introduced me to her eighty year old parents who were looking forward to the show.

After Lettuce I met up with my old boss who was in town for the night. We wandered down the street to a music club called Groove that had another great band playing and had a good chat for a while.

My flight back on Thursday was delayed by lightning and we ended up sitting on the plane for over 2 hours at La Guardia before take off – delays both ways on this trip which hasn’t happened to me in a while. Diana was flying back from California and we had arranged to meet in Dallas and share a car home. Fortunately, her flight was delayed almost as much as mine and everything worked out well, albeit a few hours late.

On Friday we had Rachel and her boyfriend Rich over for dinner. Neither of us remembered until Thursday night and didn’t have anything in the house for dinner so ordered pizza and arancini from Cavalis. We were both tired but had a very nice visit and enjoyed meeting Rich- we approve.

Saturday took us to Poor David’s Pub for the first time in a couple of years to see Sawyer Fredericks. We had dinner before the show at a restaurant in Deep Ellum called Local that Diana chose. Local is housed in what was once the Boyd hotel and is very modern and minimalist inside. The Boyd hotel was built in 1911 and is one of the last remaining building in Dallas with a cast iron front. I didn’t know there was such a thing until earlier this week when I read about the Bogardus mansion that houses the 75 Club and learned that Bogardus invented the technique. The hotel was a hub for jazz and blues musicians in the 1920s with Leadbelly and Blind Lemon Jefferson (the father of Texas blues) both staying there. It’s also well known as having been a hangout for Bonnie and Clyde. We enjoyed the restaurant very much with Diana opting for the filet while I had a very tasty sea bass.

D’s champagne cocktail with house made sorbet

We checked into the Nylo hotel after dinner and then made the short walk to Poor David’s Pub. The owner of the club, David Card, is celebrating his 41st year of presenting music in Dallas and we had a very nice visit with him prior to the show starting. He used Diana’s comment about how young Sawyer is (19) in his opening as he had thought he was ten years older. I enjoyed David telling me about his top 10 list of shows he’s presented.

View of Reunion Tower from the Nylo hotel

This poster inside Poor David’s shows what must have been an excellent show before Lyle Lovett and Robert Earl Keen became so popular. I also enjoyed a new plaque that’s in the walkway in front of the club.

Sawyer won the TV singing competition “The Voice” a couple of years ago and we both loved the tone and quality of his voice.

Here’s a video of “Have You Ever Seen the Rain” – one of the songs we really enjoyed on the Voice.

The show was very good with Sawyer’s songs very mellow and deep for a 19 year old.

Patty and Brent stayed downtown on Saturday night as well to celebrate Brent’s birthday and we were able to meet up with them on Sunday morning for a birthday brunch at Saint Ann.

I finished up “Emerald City” by Jennifer Egan during my travels and really enjoyed this collection of short stories. The theme connecting the various stories seemed to be using travel to escape financial or family traumas. I’ve enjoyed all of Egans books that I’ve read this year very much.

This song by St Paul and the Broken Bones came on a Spotify radio channel that I created based on Anderson East and I don’t remember enjoying a song this much on a first listen in a while.

Week in Review – June 24, 2018

We arrived home from California on Monday just in time for Diana to rest up for the big day – Back to Work! She started as a VP of Operations for NTT Data on Tuesday. Her week was spent meeting her team, peers, and folks that she’ll be working with – a busy week of back to back meetings and trying to keep all the names straight. She seems to be working with a good group of people and will enjoy it once she gets settled back into a routine.

We had been looking forward to our Saturday concert for a while – The Eagles with special guest Chris Stapleton at AT&T Stadium (the Cowboys home stadium) in Arlington. If you ask Diana who her favourite band is, she’ll always answer that it’s the Eagles. We were guests in a suite that included dinner in a nice club and so arrived early to beat the crowd of 75,000 entering the stadium and enjoy a relaxing dinner. This also allowed Diana to select the perfect seat in the box.

Chris Stapleton has an interesting story. He moved to Nashville to be a songwriter and has contributed over 150 songs to albums by such artists as Adele, Luke Bryan, Tim McGraw, George Strait and Brad Paisley. He has won five Grammy awards and seven Academy of Country Music awards. His performing career really took off in 2015 when he sang his cover of the song Tennessee Whiskey from his recently released Traveler album as a duet with Justin Timberlake at the Country Music Awards. A huge audience was introduced to his soulful voice and guitar playing and the album was number one for many weeks.

We both thoroughly enjoyed Stapleton’s show which included all our favourites – “Fire Away”, “Traveler”, “Parachute”, “Broken Halos”, and “Tennessee Whiskey”.

By the time the Eagles took the stage at 9pm on the dot, the stadium had filled to a capacity of close to 75,000. The band included long time members Don Henley, Timothy B. Schmitt, and Joe Walsh with new additions Vince Gill and Deacon Frey (replacing his father and founding Eagle, Glenn Frey, who died in 2016). Do you think Deacon looks anything like his father at the same age?

Timothy B Schmitt – Love Will Keep Us Alive

The new members did a great job as you can see in the video of Vince Gill singing “Take it to the Limit”.

The last time we saw Timothy B. Schmitt was in the small, intimate Granada theater and AT&T stadium is about as far from that as could be imagined.

Here’s Deacon singing one of the songs that his Dad made famous:

The top song of the night for me was a cover of the Tom Waits song “Ole 55”:

The first encore was the song most associated with the Eagles, “Hotel California”. I enjoyed the trumpet introduction – there was a 5 piece brass section on several songs including the James Gang song “Funk 49”.

Of course there were the classic Joe Walsh songs – “Life’s Been Good” and “Rocky Mountain Way”:

And it all came to a close over two and a half hours later with Diana’s favourite, “Desperado”:

We spent the night at a hotel near the airport so that Diana could catch her flight out to California to babysit for John and Maddi, who are enjoying a few days in Hawaii. She’ll enjoy spending time with Alicia before she starts college.

I had a quiet, relaxing Sunday afternoon and finished the book, “The Soloist: A Lost Dream, an Unlikely Friendship, and the Redemptive Power of Music” by Steve Lopez. Lopez is a Los Angeles Times journalist and this book is about his experiences in befriending a mentally ill homeless man who he had noticed to be an amazingly gifted musician. As it turned out, the man, Nathaniel Ayers, had been trained in classical music at Juilliard. He attended Juilliard on a full scholarship from 1970 – 1972, when black students were extremely rare – especially ones from lower-middle-class, single-parent families. He did extremely well in that ultra-competitive and stressful environment (straight A’s in music performance classes; and also in other classes until his schizophrenia kicked in and his grades began to fall) until the illness finally forced him out. Ayers had been living on the streets for 33 years and was in his mid-50’s when Lopez met him.

This beautifully empathetic and honest book is as much about Lopez’s efforts to help Ayers as it is about Ayers himself. There are many memorable sections – one of my favourites describes Ayers’ reunion with Yo Yo Ma at Disney Concert Hall – they attended Juilliard at the same time. The book concludes with Ayers finally accepting use of an apartment and music studio in a care facility on Skid Row – he is the musician in residence at the studio.

I highly recommend this book.

Week in Review – June 17, 2018

Diana and I officially became “empty nesters” (not a term that I love especially after hearing it so much in the last week) at 7:08am (precision timing provided by Diana) on Wednesday morning as Alicia drove off to start her long drive to Cuesta college in California. She picked up John at the Dallas airport and they made it all the way to Santa Fe on their first day. From there they spent the night in Sedona and Las Vegas, arriving in Arroyo Grande on Saturday afternoon. It was very strange to go from a totally full house to just the two of us over the course of a few days.

Patty and I took turns keeping Diana busy on Wednesday and Thursday and then we flew to San Francisco on Friday for the triple threat of Fathers’ Day, Finn’s birthday, and our first anniversary.

I met the boys for an early combination Finn’s birthday and Father’s Day celebration at Terun in Palo Alto. This is a Neapolitan style Italian restaurant with the official Italian government approval on the pizza style. The food was delicious – Brussel sprouts, beet gnocchi, and mushroom pizza all amazing.

After lunch we made a quick stop at Will’s apartment so that I could give Finn his birthday gift. It’s a painting that I saw in a McKinney coffee shop and thought Finn would enjoy – a panda done with pastels on suede. Finn has always loved pandas.

Bowling was our next stop at a classic old bowling alley in San Mateo. We had a lot of fun and Will’s crazy spin technique took him to victory in the first frame. Campbell did give him a good challenge.

It was a real treat to spend the afternoon with all three boys and I especially appreciated Campbell making the trip up from San Diego.

Meanwhile back in Pacifica Auntie D was enjoying some time with her nephews, Massimo and Luciano.

We’re amazed at how well coordinated Massimo is for his age. It has to be rare for an eighteen month old to be that adept on a scooter. I found this picture of Diana and her brothers and enjoy it very much. What a lot of work Clorinda had dealing with that gang. I think Amy and Adamo certainly have their hands full with two very active boys. I laughed when Luciano called me Auntie Keith. He’s used to Auntie D and assumed that’s the right title for me too.

On Sunday we celebrated our first wedding anniversary at Manresa restaurant in Los Gatos. The restaurant burned a few years ago and re-opened in 2016 with only a chef driven (i.e. no choices) tasting menu and has received 3 Michelin stars each of the last three years.

We had an amazing four hour dinner with 12 small courses. The menu wasn’t presented until the end of the meal and we enjoyed the surprise of each new plate. The presentation with different plates, glasses and cutlery for each offering was just as impressive as the food itself. The service was so good that it was almost comical – just as you took the last sip of wine from a glass it was scooped up to prepare for the next course. It didn’t seem that waiters were hovering but they just appeared table side at all the right times. The iced oyster with radish and the caviar tart were my two favourites while Diana loved the roasted squab which tasted like a perfectly seared foie gras. The most amazing presentation was the “into the vegetable garden” course which must have taken a huge amount of work to assemble – each vegetable, leaf, and flower seemed to be exactly placed with tweezers.

Our reservation was at 8pm and we didn’t get back to the hotel (a 10 minute walk that we needed) until after midnight. The company was so good that it didn’t feel anything like a four hour meal. It’s good fun to reminisce about what we were doing on this day last year with our family and friends on the beach in Cozumel. We have Diana’s amazing albums to help remember the beautiful day.

Here’s some interesting new music from a band called Gogo Penguin. They are based in Manchester, England and combine jazz, rock, classical and electronic influences in their music. Good relaxing, background music that’s quite different from the norm.

Week in Review – June 10, 2018

The big highlights this week were Alicia’s graduation ceremony on Friday morning and the celebration on Saturday night. More to come on both as the week plays out in this posting.

I had work meetings in New York early on Monday and so did something that I hate to do – flew for work on a Sunday! That used to be a regular occurrence and the good news is that it’s very rare these days. Another rare event these days is me wearing cufflinks and so the penguins were happy to get out and about and to enjoy the view from our fancy conference center looking out on the Brooklyn bridge.

I took my boss to one of our favorite New York restaurants, Batard in Tribeca (a great discovery by McD a few months ago), for dinner. He used to be a professional chef and so has pretty high expectations for food quality and service – he loved everything about Batard.

I started with the mushrooms and cauliflower which was served with raisins, shallots and black sesame. Perhaps the tastiest cauliflower and mushrooms that I’ve had – it’s amazing how good simply prepared, fresh vegetables can taste. That was followed with an excellent rabbit cassoulet. I’m looking forward to eating here again soon.

On Tuesday I went on a walk up to Greenwich village after being cooped up in conference rooms all day. I liked these views of the Freedom Tower and the Oculus. The Oculus is a new $4billion facility that acts as a rail hub for various lines coming together in the financial district and 9/11 memorial area. It’s a very modern juxtaposition with the older buildings in the Wall Street district. I also came across this church of some kind in Greenwich village and liked the lighting as the sun began to set.

It turns out the meal at Batard was my last with my boss as my boss – he and most of my peers left the company unexpectedly on Wednesday. This was a very disconcerting day and it was really tough to concentrate on what needed to be done for the rest of the afternoon. Some of us met up with him after work to say our goodbyes. Just when you have a good team going, everything has to change again.

I arrived home around 8pm on Thursday night after enjoying the movie “The 15:17 to Paris”. This was a good distraction after the work week. I’m not sure Clint Eastwood’s decision to use the real heroes of the train attack worked too well, but it passed the time well.

The graduation fiesta soon began with Kris and Cat arriving after midnight and John, Maddi, Lily and Ben showing up around 3am. After a few hours of sleep, it was time to head over to the Allen Event Center for Alicia’s high school graduation.

The ceremony was very well orchestrated and 600 plus kids graduated in around 2 hours. Poor Lily and Ben were very tired with short attention spans and fortunately graduation was in alphabetical order so that they could leave before getting too grumpy.

Diana organized a graduation get together on Friday night at Zin Zen for family, Kris, Cat, Patty and Brent. We enjoyed the walk to and from Zin Zen although it’s already starting to get very hot all day long. Here are Diana and Brent in a serious strategy session about who knows what while Patty relaxes.

Most of Saturday was spent working through D’s action lists to prepare for the party. If you didn’t keep moving and looking busy you very quickly got another task from the list. Fortunately, John was a workhorse and handled all the big jobs like cooking three kinds of pasta sauce from scratch. You can see the flowers that had to be distributed to just the right location – wait a minute, that might look better over here. With so many helpers, everything was ready in plenty of time for the 7pm start. I forgot to mention that Clorinda and Adamo arrived in the middle of the afternoon to add to the excitement.

The party was a big success with a pretty full house of both adults and graduates. The graduates seemed quieter than normal – maybe they’re growing up or more likely just worn out. Various airport trips started on Sunday while the remaining crew cleaned up, relaxed, and enjoyed my special pulled pork Benedict.

We had organized a trip to the Kessler with John and Maddi a few months ago when we knew they would be visiting. We thought Alicia could babysit and it would be a nice night out. Sunday evening rolled around and everyone was pretty tired but decided to go for it. We started with a lovely dinner at Bolsa and then saw the Bacon Brothers in concert. This is the actor Kevin Bacon and his older brother Michael. I anticipated the two of them strumming acoustic guitars and was pleasantly surprised by a very talented full band.

McD was just a few feet from the stage and had direct line of sight to Kevin – she had that same look on her face that she gets when Hugh Jackman shows up on our TV screen. Here are a couple of clips from the show.

A late night but very enjoyable company, food, and music.

Whew – I’m almost exhausted recapping the week as I was living it.

Throughout the week, the Ogans were taunting us with pictures from their visits to France, Portugal and Spain. Here’s D’s station in Portugal.

Here’s a relaxing song that I enjoyed this week to finish up.

Week in Review – June 3, 2018

Both birthdays are behind us and now it’s time for a Memorial Day celebration! We started with a late afternoon snack at The Keeper, one of our favourite local restaurants with the best calamari we think we’ve tasted. I chuckled at the mermaid handles on the door as one of my funny birthday gifts from the Ogans involved a picture of Diana’s head on top of a mermaid body purchased on Denny’s birthday trip to San Miguel de Allende. The lobster sliders are quite yummy as well.

Later in the evening, Diana and I walked up to the charity concert at Adriatica that happens every year and stayed to watch the fireworks after the show. The concert was held in an open piece of land behind the new developments that is shaped like an amphitheater. The sound was not very amphitheater like and McD commented that the sound crew needed to go and take lessons from the folks at the New Orleans jazzfest. Very true.

The musical headliner was Joe Nichols, a country artist that I’m not familiar with but Diana knew a couple of his songs. Pleasant background music for enjoying a nice early summer evening but nothing memorable at all. The fireworks after the show were set up on a raft in the middle of the manmade lake beside Harry’s restaurant and were quite impressive. In previous years, we’ve watched from Alicia’s balcony while she attended the festivities – this was the first year we’d been up close and Alicia decided to stay at home.

The magnolia trees in our back garden seem to be quite happy this year and celebrating Memorial Day in style with larger flowers than we remember and some good new growth.

It was back to New York again for me on Tuesday and an opportunity to meet up with my boss on Tuesday evening. We were headed to Barbounia at 20th and Park for dinner (a place that caught my eye on a walk back to the subway from the Jazz Standard) but made a quick stop at the “Library of Distilled Spirits” beforehand. This was a lovely new find with a great cocktail list and beautiful surroundings.

Barbounia is a Mediterranean restaurant with an Israeli/Middle Eastern concentration. We liked everything about it – the appetizers and mains were delicious with great ambience. So many things sounded good that it was really hard to choose. I ended up having duck “Shawarma” which was served over black rice, wild mushrooms, pearl onions, tahini and pine nuts – I loved the dish! My boss had short ribs Tajine that I sampled and they were equally delicious. I’m looking forward to visiting Barbounia again the next time Diana is with me.

It wasn’t too late when we finished dinner and so I suggested a stop at the Jazz Standard which is just a few blocks from the restaurant. We saw the Sachal Vasandani quintet. Sachal is a young jazz singer and a favourite of Wynton Marsalis. His voice and style have a little bit too much of the Michael Franks smooth approach for me but the band was excellent. James Francies was the stand out on piano – his sound, touch and improvisation were beautiful. Francies grew up in Houston and moved to New York in 2013. He’s in his early twenties, has won numerous awards and appears regularly on the Tonight Show playing with the Roots. He has composed music and movie soundtracks with Questlove. I had a brief chat with James after the show and found him to be very humble and charming. Here’s a video from the show. Obed Calvaire on the drums was also excellent and another up and coming young New York based jazz musician.

I met up with my friend Andrew (used to work with me at EDS/HP as a sales executive) on Wednesday night for dinner. He had suggested one of the fancy Wall Street steak houses but I was easily able to divert him to the Jazz Standard for barbecue and music. We enjoyed the same band and James Francies was even more impressive on the piano the second time around. Here’s a video of Francies with his own band and composition.

A pleasant schedule change at work allowed me to get back to Dallas in the early afternoon rather than close to midnight. Patty and Brent were planning to bring over Thai food to celebrate Diana’s employment before I got home and so I was able to crash that party and enjoy some yummy food.

I enjoyed the movie “Lucky”, starring Harry Dean Stanton as Lucky, on the flight to New York. Another quiet, unassuming movie about a retired man who lives alone in a very rural desert town. Much of the movie follows Lucky as he goes about his daily routine in a somewhat lackadaisical manner. About half way through he meets a new friend and the movie very cleverly shows his mood improving through subtle changes in his routine. I’m hoping for some new movies on the American Airlines system in June as I’ve now definitely watched everything that interests me at all.

The music channel on the plane surprised me with Blue Spirits by the jazz trumpeter Freddie Hubbard as a “new release”. This music was recorded in 1967 and has been re-mastered and released a few more times since. One of the interesting aspects of the recording is that there are three different pianists on the various tracks – Harold Mabern, McCoy Tyner and Herbie Hancock. The rhythm piano playing on the first song, Soul Surge, caught my attention (it’s Harold Mabern) and I was surprised when the style changed a lot on the next track – now I understand why.

Friday evening and a portion of Saturday were spent working my way through my “Honey Do List” which has become a bit lengthy with the upcoming visitors and graduation party. I’m happy to report that the bed relocation project has been completed since this picture was snapped. “Fix up misters” is the only remaining task and is awaiting some mounting hardware. Patty wondered if this was some fixing up I was doing on myself – Mister Robertson. The “feels like” temperature (adjusted for humidity impact) was 104 degrees on Friday which made for an ideal time to replace the filters in the attic – good exercise.

I finally finished John Irving’s “A Prayer for Owen Meany” this week and don’t remember a book that took quite as long to complete. I enjoyed the book but wasn’t dragged back into it whenever I had some spare time. This is apparently Irving’s novel that is most often referred to as “an American classic”, ahead of his better know novels “The World According to Garp” and “The Cider House Rules”. The story portrays the enduring friendship between the narrator and Owen Meany during the time when the Vietnam War was having its most divisive effect on the United States. English teachers apparently often reference the first sentence of this book as one of the best – mainly because it contains the essence of the entire story. Here it is: “I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice – not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.”

As I write this post the Miles Davis recording of “It Never Entered My Mind” is playing and I think this may be the best and fullest trumpet sound I’ve heard on any of his recordings.

Week in Review – May 27, 2018

My Birthday Week started with a quick trip to New York on Monday and Tuesday – being sure to be back in time for the big day on Wednesday. Diana has often commented on how heavy my suitcase is when I travel with an extra pair of shoes and keep the shoe trees in them. She attempted to remedy that with my first gift on Sunday night – lightweight shoe trees and a start of the week card.

When I opened my work bag on the plane on Monday morning I found that an interloper had snuck another card and gift inside. A perfect snack was nicely wrapped – caramel filled M&Ms.

On the flight I watched the movie “Breathe” and really enjoyed it. The story is of Robin Cavendish (played by Andrew Garfield) and his wife Diana (played by Claire Foy of “The Queen” fame) and their refusal to give up in the face of Robin being stricken with polio at the age of 28. Robin is confined to a wheel chair and given months to live and not permitted to leave the hospital ward. With the help of an inventor friend they develop a wheelchair with a portable breathing apparatus and spend many happy years traveling abroad, raising their child, and helping other patients.

The work dinner that I had arranged for Monday evening was canceled and so I made a trip up to the Jazz Standard where the Mingus Orchestra was playing. As I was walking from the subway stop to the club, I noticed that I was close to the Flatiron building. This is a well known New York landmark that I hadn’t seen yet – so a quick detour seemed in order.

Upon completion in 1902, it was one of the tallest buildings in the city at 20 floors high. The building sits on a triangular block formed by Fifth Avenue, Broadway, and East 22nd Street. The name “Flatiron” comes from its resemblance to a cast-iron clothes iron.

The Mingus Big Band has won several Grammy awards for their live recordings at the Standard and so I had high hopes for the sister orchestra. Unfortunately, the show was very disappointing. The sound was great as usual but the musicians appeared to have come together minutes before the show and seemed to be sight reading music for the first time. There were clearly several very talented musicians in the orchestra – particularly the guitar player and French horn player – but the overall effect was very underwhelming. Oh well, it passed the time on a Monday evening just fine.

I was staying at a new hotel this time called the Downtown Association. This is an old private club in the Wall Street area that recently added 20 guest rooms. The bar/clubhouse is like walking into an old style, private club and I enjoyed it very much. I was entertained to find a picture of the Flatiron building on the wall just outside my hotel room.

Tuesday was a full work day – breakfast meeting, long sessions, and a late flight that got me home just in time to celebrate my birthday and find some nice treats waiting beside the bed.

I had work meetings most of my birthday but did hear a lot of early morning activity in the kitchen and then caught sight of the start of a pavlova in the oven.

After work finished, I was relaxing on the couch and listening to music when some surprise guests showed up for dinner – Patty and Brent. They brought one of their typically humorous cards.

McD, with an assist from Brent, put together a delicious birthday dinner – steak, scallops, mushroom medley (featuring an array of very interesting varieties), and Wahba risotto. All followed by the delicious pavlova birthday cake.

The observant amongst you may have noticed the “Keith’s Spirit Concoctions” barrel lurking in a few of these pictures – that was one of my excellent gifts from Diana. It was accompanied by a book of recipes for barrel aging cocktails. I’m priming the barrel now before experimenting with my first recipe – thinking that’ll be barrel aged negroni.

On Thursday I finished watching a movie on Netflix that had caught my attention. “The King of New Orleans” follows a taxi driver, Larry Shirt, whose passengers are the city’s tourists, socialites, musicians, housekeepers, bizarre characters and reporters. One of those passengers is Bobby Cohn, a Harvard student home from school and in the midst of a personal crisis. Larry and Bobby develop a bond that ultimately survives Hurricane Katrina and is strongly based on a love for the city that they both call home. This was one of those quiet and unassuming movies with a big heart that I enjoy.

The other big news this week arrived on Thursday. Diana is most likely going back to work – the details are all being finalized.

McD had a great idea on Friday afternoon – why don’t we go up to Adriatica and try out the happy hour at Gregory’s restaurant (there are only a few more Fridays before she’ll be back to work)? Who could argue with that suggestion? Gregory was relaxing when we arrived and we quickly put him to work cooking up some of his excellent mussels and a side of lobster risotto. Joe (our waiter at Gregory’s for years) took great care of us and we learned that Lydia (Gregory’s wife) shares the same birthday as I do.

I loaded my birthday CDs (an excellent annual tradition by McD) into Penelope for the drive to our workout on Saturday morning. Diana did a fabulous job of selecting songs to remind us of the concerts we enjoyed in the last year. Check out the retro vinyl record looking CD.

Apparently my 54 year old brain hasn’t deteriorated too much yet as I was able to set a new crossword record at our coffee break after our workouts – much to Diana’s frustration.

I transitioned birthday week privileges over to Alicia on Friday evening. She’s 18 this Sunday! Diana took us to dinner at Perry’s steak house on Saturday evening to celebrate since there are plans to attend the local McKinney Memorial Day concert on Sunday night. Alicia enjoyed being pampered with a candle and rose petals, tuna tartare, a special steak and desert trio.