Week in Review – March 29, 2020

“I Don’t Eat Anything I’m Not Sure How to Pronounce”

I’m afraid these updates are going to start getting pretty boring with everyone staying at home for the most part.  I’ll do my best to find some interest in the day to day goings on around our McKinney home and beyond.

We’re determined to try and get some daily exercise even with all the gyms and pools closed.  After a reasonably extensive search, we found a nice used elliptical machine locally and had it delivered on Tuesday.  Thank goodness Diana decided to pay extra to have it dropped upstairs in the media room.  There’s no way we could have done it ourselves.  The gentleman on the lower end looked like he was competing in “The World’s Strongest Man” as he hoisted the behemoth upstairs.  Fortunately some excellent supervision was provided from the upstairs landing.

All that activity was worth it as the machine went into daily use:

The other way we’re getting exercise is with C25K (Couch to 5K).  This is an application that coaches you from sitting on the couch to being ready to run a 5K.  It’s an 8 week course with three 30 minute sessions each week.  The duration of runs versus walks increases each week.  I never expected McD to do this with me, but she’s doing really well and we completed week 1 successfully.

Week 2 starts around 11am tomorrow morning.

 

People have been trying hard to stay connected with everyone working at home, and I shared my Wednesday dinner creation and asked my team what they’d been cooking.  Sole meuniere ended up being much easier than I anticipated – I added a bit too much lemon juice but otherwise it tasted quite good.  Nick responded with a picture of one of his favourites – mixed cheese stuffed bacon wrapped jalapenos – don’t those look amazing?

 

I did chuckle when one of my very Texan team members replied that he doesn’t eat anything he’s not sure how to pronounce.

 

 

Another way we’re staying connected is with virtual happy hours.  Here’s some of my team participating in the Thursday night version.  Michelle on the top right lives on a boat on Lake Travis – a great setting but very tight quarters to be cooped up in.  We were treated to an excellent version of “Rocky Raccoon” by Will, a very talented colleague who is leaving us this week for a new opportunity.

Diana picked up the meal kit for this week from Rye in downtown McKinney – lamb baos.  We had them on Friday night and they were fabulous.  And there’s plenty left for another meal.  Baos of any kind was one of our favourite meals when we were doing Blue Apron a few years back.  She also treated me to a bottle of their delicious “Bob Marley” cocktail – scotch, rum, and cynar – a very interesting combination.

I was able to finish the Sunday NY Times crossword in less than an hour – a first for me.  I’m getting a bit more time to practice with the NYT puzzles.

We’ve been doing whatever we can to support our local businesses – the restaurants, music clubs and artists that we enjoy most.  The Kessler, an amazing venue in Oak Cliff, south of downtown Dallas, started selling t-shirts to support their staff while closed down.  I think they came up with a great design.

 

 

We watched the movie “A Change in the Air” one evening, not sure exactly which at this point.  This was a quite and peaceful movie, such a nice change, with a very interesting ending – I won’t spoil it for you.

Macy Gray plays a musician and music teacher in the movie and one scene has her leading a choir in Dylan’s “Ring Them Bells” from my favourite album of his, “Oh Mercy”.  The Daniel Lanois production and Mason Ruffner guitar playing are excellent.  The album was released in 1989 and was hailed as a triumph by critics, after a string of poorly received albums.  Here are Dylan’s original and a couple of interesting cover versions:

I finally finished “Christmas in Austin” – it’s been a while since it took me 3 weeks to get through a book.  Nothing much happens in the book beyond what I reported over the last two posts.  The family did climb Mount Bonnel this week, reminding me of when Diana and I dragged Alicia up the 99 steps to see the terrific views of Austin.

On tap for this week is “The Adventurer’s Son” by Roman Dial, and it looks like it will be a bit more of an exciting journey:

I leave you this week with my 88 year old mother-in-law looking through some pictures that had just been unearthed from deep storage.  It’s lovely to see her reminiscing about her opera performances:

Sorry – I just remembered one other funny thing that I wanted to share.  This is Damon’s cousin playing “Stairway to Heaven” with parrot accompaniment.  That’s really the parrot.  Apparently Damon’s mother owned an exotic bird shop and they owned one with a vocabulary of over 1,000 words and the ability to remember phrases associated with folks he only saw every few months.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – March 22, 2020

“Stir-crazy”

The word of the day from dictionary.com this week sums things up nicely – “Stir Crazy”.  After three days of both working from home in our Austin apartment, we decided that some more space would be a good idea, and so drove up to McKinney on Thursday.  The roads were quiet, particularly through the log jam that is typically Waco on I-35, and we made good time.

We settled in to watch the Luck Reunion concert that would typically take place at Willie Nelson’s ranch, but this year was through a live stream broadcast.  The lineup was excellent and nicely varied.

I particularly enjoyed Nathaniel Rateliff and highly recommend his new solo album.  Then the finale by Willie and his sons, Lukas and Micah, was quite something.  Here are a few jittery videos I made from the TV since this particular live stream wasn’t saved for future viewing.  Thanks Amy for letting us know this concert was on.  We had been watching a different stream from Gordy Quist’s (Band of Heathens) kitchen table and then switched over to watch this one.  Such a great way to be able to contribute to the musicians while they’re not able to perform live.

 

Rye, our favourite downtown McKinney restaurant, got creative quickly and was offering a choice of three meal kits to take home and cook.  This is a great way for them to keep the place open and to keep ordering from their farmers and other suppliers.  We picked up a blue corn chilaquiles kit and used it to cook both dinner on Friday and brunch on Saturday.  The mushrooms, tomatilla sauce, creme fraiche, and all the other ingredients were so fresh and delicious, and I learned a new brunch recipe.  Oh, there was a langiappe from the Rye visit, Diana ordered me a quart of their excellent barrel aged Vieux Carre cocktail to go, and surprised me with one as I was cooking.  Thanks McD!  This cocktail was originally created at the Carousel Room of the Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans around 1930.

 

 

Neighbours at the Catherine took these pictures of the Fairmont hotel paying tribute to Austin, Texas (ATX).  I really like this gesture from an almost empty hotel, struggling like all in the hospitality business.

Saturday morning was quiet with nowhere to go for our normal workout followed by coffee and crossword routine.  We watched a live stream concert by Anders Osborne from his living room in New Orleans.  He was totally new to the technology and approach, making the stream feel even more real and intimate.  He was easily distracted with the comments streaming by, and at one point even changed a string on his dobro while continuing to chat away.  His wife, Sarah, had her hands full keeping him focused and organized.  I highly recommend this live stream that you can find on Facebook for a sampling of this great musician’s work.

We walked to Zin Zen, our local wine bistro, to collect a take out Saturday dinner.   Their ad had given us a chuckle earlier in the week – “free roll of toilet paper with all orders over $25”.  It was nice to get some exercise while supporting a local small business.  I really enjoy their fungi salad and shrimp flatbread.

Diana braved the grocery store on Sunday for some provisions.  She reported that it’s not too crazy and the place is well organized.  We’re currently shopping online for an elliptical machine for the house – not having a lot of luck but have a few places lined up to call tomorrow.  I suspect a lot of folks are having the same idea with all the gyms being closed.

I’ve almost finished “Christmas in Austin” – the middle section has been a bit of a slog.  There are so many family members to keep track off and the action has been pretty mundane.  Hoping for some excitement in the last 150 pages.

I enjoyed the description of Central Market, an upscale H.E.B. grocery store – “a high-end local incarnation of an old local chain, arranged not in columns and rows but in a kind of snakes-and-ladders setup that forced you to follow the path from beginning to end” – so true, it’s a real pain to shop there until you get to know the layout.

This is such a great album.  I like every song and love at least three.

I went on a bit of a Wilco listening spree this week, it’s been too long.  Here’s one from their first album:

And finally, one from Langhorne Slim, one of Denny’s favourites:

 

Week in Review – March 1st, 2020

“It’s My Turn to Keep the Wolves Away”

McD arrived back in Austin on Tuesday night, worn out from all those days sorting documents and pictures, and generally organizing her Mum’s house.  It was a pretty day in San Francisco when she left, as shown in this shot out the plane window.  I zoomed in on the second one to show how stunning the city is from the air.  Much prettier than this shot as she came in to land in Dallas:

The one hour change window in Dallas was shortened as the plane sat on the tarmac waiting for a gate – such a huge airport and it’s not uncommon to wait a while for a gate.  I always wonder why they can’t tell that flights are arriving to the minute and plan ahead on gates – I’m sure it’s much more complex than it seems.  Anyway, Diana was one of the last to make the plane, and a passenger in the first bulkhead row was putting his bag up for takeoff.  “Oh, excuse me”, he said to Diana, and as she got a look at him, realized it was Bill Murray.  I wonder what he’s doing in Austin this week.  I’m sure I would enjoy being a part of whatever it is.

We received this picture of the storage unit leaving ‘the hill” from Adamo.  That unit has been there for more than 10 years, and it was a huge accomplishment for the kids to get it emptied out and off the hill.

On Wednesday I asked Diana if she would like to go out to see Kevin Galloway performing at the Continental Gallery (the living room sized venue above the famous Continental Club).  We were both tired and non-committal and settled in to catch up on episodes of the Bachelor that we had missed while being separated for 10 days.  Just before 8pm, I decided that we should get out and enjoy some live music.  You might remember that the last (and only) time we saw Galloway was at Geraldine’s in the Van Zandt hotel with noisy, disrespectful people in front of us.  I was hoping this show would be different.

As we stood in line out front, we learned that this would be Galloway’s last show before moving from Austin.  While disappointed with that news, we were treated to an excellent show.  A friends and family send off, bringing out the very best in the musical performances and storytelling.  We sat at a table with Ace and Eddie.  Ace, “not wanting to toot his own horn too much”, informed us that he played harmonica on Galloway’s latest album and particularly “The Change”.  I think he does a lovely job and really brings something to the song.  Eddie is in construction and responsible for so many of those new condo developments that are taking over the heart and history of Austin.

The Uncle Lucius classic “Keep the Wolves Away” had most of the audience in tears. Kevin introduced it as one of two true stories that he would perform.  It’s about a refinery accident that disabled his father many years ago, and the line “Now It’s My Turn to Keep the Wolves Away” is the one that gets you.

Here are a couple of long storytelling introductions to “Taking in the Views” and “Johnny Tibodeaux”.  We really enjoy it when artists share something about their songs:

Here’s a final highlight from the show, a cover Kris Kristofferson’s “Loving Her Was Easier”, featuring a lovely couple in their eighties dancing.  We had seen them dancing before at the Saxon Pub, the gentleman taller than me and hunched over, but still moving so gracefully.

Diana couldn’t help but tell them how much she enjoyed seeing them get up to dance.  The venue, company, storytelling and excellent musicianship combined to make this one of our favourite shows in a very long time.  Another classic and unexpected Austin evening.

I enjoyed a work dinner at Peche, followed by a stop at Dumont’s Down Low, with a new work colleague on Thursday night.  I saved half of my delicious rabbit and mushroom barley risotto to share with Diana, but, as is typical, left it sitting at Dumont’s.  Sorry Diana.

Saturday was one of those fun days that just unfolds as it goes – I love those days.  A work colleague, Roy, who is in transition from Australia to Miami, was spending the weekend in Austin and so we invited him to join us for Saturday afternoon at the Continental Club.  John X Reed, from Amarillo, TX, was playing the 3pm show, with an excellent mix of old school country music.  The dancers were very good, and provided very good entertainment.

I really enjoyed seeing the group, all in their late sixties or seventies, crank out such an excellent set of songs.  Classic old school Texas music.

When we’d had our fill of old school country, the patio at the San Jose hotel across the street beckoned.  We hung out there for a bit and then enjoyed a delicious dinner back across the street at Boticelli’s.  Diana disappeared for a bit, only to be found in deep conversation with Andrew Boticelli, owner of the place, and his best friend (a jazz musician).   She knows how to get on the inside track.  The Italian food at this place is great, from the Boticelli bread to my main course of perfectly cooked scallops on a bed of truffle risotto.

While Diana went missing, Roy suggested attending the Kool and the Gang concert at Austin City Limits.  Why not?  A classic disco era band should be a nice treat for McD.  We grabbed an Uber and headed over.  No D, you can’t take your left over Boticelli’s into the concert!

We were up on the balcony, but enjoyed the flashback to our youth:

That was a really fun and impromptu experience.

Oh, I almost “forgot” to mention that my brain wasn’t working well in the Crossword competition on Saturday afternoon, with McD finishing more than 3 minutes faster than me.

We had a fancy date on Sunday, brunch at the Odd Duck.  Such a creative and unpretentious restaurant that never disappoints.  We ordered more than we could hope to eat, with the intention of having leftovers for supper.  The smoked fish pimento crackers and goat and chorizo corn dog with egg and mustard emulsion were excellent starters.

We followed that deliciousness with an excellent slow braised lamb, mushroom, and fried egg on toast – wow!

The presentation and originality of flavours in the dishes is amazing.  We finished up with a frito pie chilli dish, which is mostly waiting in the fridge for dinner.

Will enjoyed a visit to Disneyland in southern California.  Apparently Christine has owned those ears for over 20 years.

My book this week was “The Cracked Spine” by Paige Shelton.  Advertised as “a Sottish bookshop mystery”, this book had set my expectations set high.   The story starts with an advert for help in a bookshop, that is answered by a museum curator from Kansas:

“A bold adventurer who wants to travel the world from a comfortable and safe spot behind a desk that has seen the likes of kings and queens, paupers and princes. A humble book and rare manuscript shop seeks a keenly intelligent investigator to assist us in our search for things thought lost, and in our quest to return lost items to their rightful owners.”

This is a murder mystery set in the Grassmarket of Edinburgh, a location where I attended University for several years.  I found this to be a twee rendition of that location and Scotland in general, clearly written by somebody who hadn’t spent more than a few days on location.  The mystery was a fast page turner, completed in less than two days.  As much as a I groaned at the stereotypical Scottish accents and descriptions, I kept on reading to see if my analysis of the murder was accurate – not even close, with a typically disappointing and convoluted conclusion.

I’m still hearing that excellent Kevin Galloway concert in my head and recommend this Uncle Lucius album very much!  A new Nathaniel Rateliff album is finally released.  As much as I love him with his band, this is excellent music from start to finish.

A supergroup, Golden Smog, came across my radar this week, consisting of members of Soul Asylum, The Replacements, Wilco, and the Jayhawks (many of my favourites) they have a lot of promise.  What do you think?

If you’re like me, you think it’s fine, but like all supergroups, just a bit less than anticipated.

Here’s one from the late, great Neal Casal, who played on albums by Willie Nelson, Ryan Adams, and the Chris Robinson Brotherhood.  An equally good songwriter and guitarist:

And finally, an artist I listened to a lot in University, Warren Zevon, with a typically quirky song:

 

Week in Review – February 16, 2020

“Rye = Delicious”

The early part of this week was pretty uneventful, with both of us busy with work and enjoying relaxing in our house that we see so rarely.  I took Penelope down to Auto Hans on Monday to get new hydraulics installed in her convertible top.  She’s been after me to make sure that got done before the nice Spring weather arrives in Austin.  I appreciate her nagging, as I do enjoy my short commute down Barton Springs road with the top down.

A break in my schedule on Thursday allowed me to enjoy a decadent lunch at Bayou Jack’s in downtown McKinney.  I do love their red pepper crawfish bisque, and it’s been too long since I enjoyed a cup.

 

Then I stopped to pick up some early Saint Valentine’s day flowers – that way McD could enjoy them before she starts traveling again.

We had a relaxing Valentine’s day at home.  Diana cooked up a delicious shrimp and veggies dinner that we enjoyed in the dining room while listening to our “Wedding Dinner” playlist, and exchanging romantic cards.  I think it’s a pretty good selection, you can check it out here for yourself:

There’s also a “Wedding Dancing” playlist.  You can send me a note if you’d like to have a link to that one.  That’s one of my ways of seeing if anyone is reading this.  More on wedding dancing later.

Our official Valentine’s dinner was on Saturday night (a little less crazy) at Rye in downtown McKinney.  Diana had suggested this after getting an email about their fixed price menu.

Rye isn’t fancy, but the food is creative, beautifully presented, and very tasty.  All five courses were delicious.  The lamb tartare and wagyu tenderloin being my two favourites.  I’ve never had lamb tartare and this one had so many wonderful different flavours.  The wagyu tenderloin was cooked just a bit above rare and we could cut it with a butter knife – fantastic.  What a great place for a casual, inexpensive, but very creative meal.

shrimp, lobster and grits
wagyu tenderloin

We went looking for some music after dinner – Rick’s Chophouse bar was way too busy, Cadillac Pizza was too loud, Landon winery seemed like the only solution.  I’ve never set foot in it before, and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the wine.  A duo was playing a broad mix of music with good skill and vocals.  I caught this short video of them performing Anne’s substitute wedding song – she and Denny couldn’t remember theirs and so she picked this one at our wedding reception.  You might be able to hear Diana telling the whole story on this video 🙂

“The Truants” by Kate Weinberg was my book this week.  Here’s what a review said:

“Perfect for lovers of Agatha Christie and The Secret HistoryThe Truants is a seductive, unsettling, and beautifully written debut novel of literary suspense–a thrilling exploration of deceit, first love, and the depths to which obsession can drive us.”

I actually enjoyed this a bit more than a typical Agatha Christie, and give it a solid B- rating.  So what is the story about? The Truants is told by Jess, a girl just starting college at a university she chose expressly for the opportunity to take classes from Dr. Lorna Clay, an author she’s enthralled by. Jess is a far more complicated girl than she first appears, with dark thoughts, but little life experience. She falls in with three others, and quickly is living a life beyond what she ever expected. In time loyalties begin to shift, and the story shifts from a campus novel to a mystery with a number of twists, some I saw coming, others took me completely by surprise.

Weinberg studied English at Oxford, and I enjoyed the very British nature of this book.

I always enjoy spending time in my home office in McKinney with the Linn audio system.  Unfortunately, it reminds me of how average the Sonos system in our apartment really is.  Joan Armatrading albums are always so beautifully produced, and I went on a bit of a listening spree this week.  Here are a couple of stand outs:

Such a great voice and songwriting talent!

Next up this week is a great song from Leon Russell.  I mentioned last week about missing seeing him in concert with Elton John.  This is the song Elton John was listening to when he decided to call up and see how Leon was doing.  The call that led to the “Union” album and a resurgence of Russell’s career.

And finally, a classic from The Band.  I watched part of “The Last Waltz”, their concert documentary by Martin Scorsese this week – what a great recording of an amazing, star studded concert.  Van Morrison and Bob Dylan both have excellent performances.

 

 

Week in Review – February 9, 2020

“Be vewy, vewy quiet”

Another Bachelor watch party happened on Monday, this time with Damon participating in the cooking.  He had given Diana a shopping list and very specific instructions on how to marinate the flank steak, turning and massaging at regular intervals.  Then there was the discussion about taking the steak down to the grill on the pool deck or using the oven broiler.  Given the dreary weather, the broiler was selected.  The smoke alarms only went off once during preparation, nonetheless the results were delicious.

McD was picked up after work on Tuesday for another trip over to Warby Parker, this time concluding that the progressive lenses for my glasses would have to be remade.  Diana did get her new frames adjusted so that she can see pretty well now.

A work happy hour had me stopping by the Gibson Street bar on the way home.  It’s right next to the Odd Duck and we had been wondering how it was – the verdict:  a very nice bar with good service, comfy booths and a good patio.

Our work “People First” team staged a Chilli cook-off for lunch on Thursday, and did an excellent job.  A $5 donation got me a sampling of 9 different employee made chillis.  I liked numbers 2, 6, and 8, ultimately choosing number 6 which had a deep traditional flavour and a perfect pepper kick.  The numbers were to make sure no favouritism crept into the voting.   We had beef, chicken, and brisket varieties to sample.  It was really nice to see the whole office coming together for lunch and fun.

Natalie and Daniel, a couple we met at Juliet Italian restaurant after the Guns ‘n Roses Austin City Limits festival concert, joined us for dinner at Peche on Friday, followed by a show at the Parker Jazz Club.  Peche, our go to restaurant for new folks visiting Austin (they just moved), was as delicious as ever, and it’s a very short walk across the street to the Parker.

Red Young and his Hot Horns were playing, and I loved that they started out with a number of songs by Allan Toussaint, the legendary New Orleans piano player, composer, and producer.  Here are a couple of those.  Red’s piano skills are top notch, with a mixed quality in the horns.

 

 

 

There was a very bright moon as we walked home.

We had a planning session for the much awaited honeymoon on Saturday afternoon.  Fortunately the food at Loro was great, because the planning was not particularly productive.  Hotels we liked on St Lucia or in the Positano area were ridiculously expensive.  We’re not going to spend as much for a week in a hotel as we would on an inexpensive car.  There was a sign that made us chuckle above the Loro bar – took us back to Patty doing the “Be vewy, vewy quiet” cartoon walk down the corridor of the Catherine.

And then there was Brent’s reply with a picture of Patty with her new shoes, so that she can be “Sperry, sperry qwiet” 🙂

Big Head Todd and the Monsters (interesting name for a band) entertained us at Austin City Limits Moody Theater on Saturday night.  This band has been going strong since the eighties and still has a large live following.  I really enjoy their style of music and they always put on a good show.  Hazel Miller joined on several songs and provided an interesting change in vocals.

I had listened to the opening band, Los Colognes, before the show to decide if we should arrive in time to hear them.  I loved what I heard – a sound very reminiscent of J.J. Cale and Dire Straits, and was looking forward to hearing what they did live.  Here’s some of their music from a radio set:

If you know my musical taste, you can hear that this is very appealing to me.  Disappointingly, the live sound did not match up, with overdriven, blurry vocals and none of the nuanced guitar playing and drumming in the set above.   I lasted a couple of songs before suggesting that we head across the street to III Forks for  a drink before Big Head Todd started.  The smoke infused negronis were delicious.

The sound was very good for the headlining band.  Good news, but also irritating that things weren’t set up correctly for Los Colognes.

Here’s a sampling of the band with and without Hazel Miller:

We went straight home after the show to avoid any more injuries.  The last time we visited the Moody theater was when I broke my finger.  Interestingly, as a complete aside, my fingerprint has changed after the surgery.  The gym uses a combination of phone number and index fingerprint to sign in, and my right one doesn’t work – have to use the left hand index.  Who would have thought that?  I’m sitting here wondering if Global Entry at the airport uses finger prints – I don’t think so and hope not.

After two late nights, the old folks slept in on Sunday morning, and then made the long drive up to McKinney for the week.

Elton John’s “Me” was my literary companion this week.  The book is well written and is a fast, page-turning read.  I enjoyed the earlier chapters, more focused on Elton’s musical experiences, than the later sections covering all his addictions and excesses.  Ultimately I found this book pretty sad overall – such a troubled relationship with his parents that was never overcome, and so much wasted time and money.  Not to take away from the $450 million raised for his AIDS foundation and the music that I’ll always treasure.

I did groan when I read this section: “Leon Russell was touring until the day he died in 2016.  If you didn’t see him, I’m sorry:  you missed out.  Leon Russell was the greatest.”  Yes – I had a chance to see Elton and Leon play together a few years ago.  Diana even asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to go.  I think I have a much better appreciation for Russell’s music now than I did a few years ago.  Either that or I was just being a “dumb idiot”.

This passage underscores the prodigious talent: “Bernie would bash out his lyrics and leave them for me on the piano.  I’d wake up early, go to the dining room, see what he’d come up with and write songs while I was having breakfast.  The first morning we were there, I had three done by the time the band drifted downstairs looking for something to eat: “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters”, “Amy”, and “Rocket Man”.”  Hard to comprehend that kind of ridiculous capability.

And finally, a funny passage about a conversation John had with Prince Philip.  Elton had an Aston Martin custom painted in the colors of his Watford football club.  “You live near Windsor castle, don’t you?” he asked.  “Have you seen the bloody idiot who drives around this area in that ghastly car? It’s bright yellow with a ridiculous stripe.” “Yes, Your Highness, it’s actually me.”

I’ll skip the music section this week since this post has covered a lot of music already and is also a week overdue.

 

 

 

Week in Review – January 19, 2020

“We could live in this town”

Happy Birthday to my little sister, Elspeth, who’s celebrating today in Scotland.

We did have a more interesting week, as promised at the end of the post last week, with a couple of impromptu evenings (the best kind).

The week started on an annoying note, with a clog and leak in the McKinney house from the upstairs plumbing.  It gets used so little that it’s not a huge surprise, and we now have a new turn on all the faucets and flush the toilets schedule.  The restoration/dry things out guys got everything installed on Tuesday morning, and we felt safe to leave to drive down to Austin in the afternoon.

Wednesday was a long work day for Diana, and I was determined to get her out of the apartment on Thursday night.  We both have new eyeglass prescriptions, and so we headed to Warby Parker on South Congress to see what we could find in the way of frames.  We put Vincente, the store manager, to work finding us the perfect frames and he did a great job.  Within a few minutes we had five pairs picked out – regular and sunglasses.  I have grey and blue frames and some nice sunglasses, while Diana has gold and very cool sunnies.  We snapped these pictures int the photo booth before leaving:

The heavens opened right as we were about to leave Warby Parker, and so we ducked into the Italian restaurant next door.  We’ve walked past Boticellis many times, but never tried it.  The rain introduced us to a new great place – excellent back patio and food.

We sat in this covered patio area and enjoyed an amazing scallop and beet appetizer, with very fresh and perfectly cooked scallops.  I hadn’t had enough beets, and so went for the beet salad while McD  chose the meatballs and tagliatelle.

 

We will definitely be back to this delicious place.

It was still raining after dinner, and so we were “forced” into the Continental Gallery for some music.  Monte Warden and his incredible band were performing as we relaxed on a comfy couch in the living room style setting.  It turns out Monte is a famous songwriter, having written songs that have sold over 100 million copies, for folks like George Jones.  I loved the trumpet playing of Erik Telford, and the entire band were great musicians.  Here’s a #1 song that Monte wrote for George Strait, “Desperately”:

What a great impromptu evening caused by the torrential rain, and we got Diana out of the apartment and away from her emails for several hours.

I had just arrived home on Friday when a text came in from my Minnesota friend, Greg: “where can a guy find some good jazz in Austin tonight?”  Greg and Kristan were in San Antonio for a conference next week and decided to drive up and experience Austin.  We made quick reservations for Peche and the Parker jazz club.    Kris Kimura, Parker owner, did not disappoint with an excellent set of classic jazz.

I love the sound of the bass flute on “Wonderful World”.  After the Parker, we had a quick stop at the Elephant Room, for some more modern jazz and then called it a late night.

Saturday was a lazy day, recovering from the busy week and late Friday night.  We did manage a workout and got some good quiet reading in.

Sunday began with the usual workout followed by coffee (or mimosa) and crossword at Opa, and then got more interesting with a walk up to the Continental Club and Jimmie Dreams.  New Orleans music is all that Jimmie plays, starting with six excellent Allen Toussaint songs.  Midway through the set, McD was heard to say, “We could live in this town”.  Such great musicianship with no cover on a pleasant Sunday afternoon.  Here’s a Toussaint song recorded by Ernie K’Doe:

We walked back to the Catherine to watch the Packers vs 49ers playoff game.  Currently looking like the 49ers will win handily.

Trump was just observed causing a backup on Interstate 35 from our balcony.  Apparently he came into town to address the American Farmers conference – telling them what a great new deal he had struck with China to protect them.  Thankfully he was only in our town for a couple of hours.

I’m only half way through my new book this week – so more on that next week.

“A Certain Girl” is the song that Jimmie Dreams and his friends are playing up above.

How about this new solo song from Nathaniel Rateliff.  This guy keeps getting better and better:

Monte Warden, Thursday night music, led a band in the 80s called the Wagoneers, and wrote this song for them:

Jimmie Dreams played songs by Lee Dorsey (also a boxer and mechanic) and Bobby Charles, classic New Orleans artists:

And finally, I was sad to hear of the passing of Neal Peart last week.  He was the drummer extraordinaire for the Canadian rock trio, Rush.  I love his drumming and was fortunate to catch a couple of Rush live shows.  I also recommend his books, chronicling his travels by bicycle, car, and motorcycle, and his book blog “Bubba’s Book Club”.

 

Week in Review – January 12, 2020

“Snow Day”

This was a relatively uneventful week, with Diana and Alicia in McKinney and me playing at working hard.

Damon came over for dinner on Tuesday night and was able to participate in Diana’s update about the fire department going to Grammie’s house.  She called them because she smelled burning – a space heater overloading a plug.

In related news, this large looking mountain lion was caught patrolling around Grammie’s house again.  Apparently (according to McD) they make a 150 mile circuit around the Bay Area.  I’m not sure I want to come face to face with this guy – the bobcats are one thing, but this seems a lot more challenging.  Speaking of bobcats – here’s a picture of a mother and baby on Gypsy Hill this week – lot of nature going on up there on the “hill”:

I attended a fancy work executive committee pow-wow on Thursday night at the lovely Jeffrey’s restaurant in West Austin.  We had talked about having my birthday dinner there but chose Justine’s instead, so I was interested to try it out.

The setting is sophisticated but casual, with a very comfortable feel.  The bar area was very cool and has a great all night happy hour menu.  I laughed when our strategy guy, a 6 foot 6 inch Swede, left his menu on a candle until it almost caught fire – reminded me of a trip to the City Winery in Nashville when our group had a similar experience.

For dinner, I selected the snapper en papilotte (French for “enveloped in paper”), and it was delicious.

 

 

 

 

It was funny to watch the crew leave at the end of the evening.  Blair’s monster, lifted truck coming through the valet, Jacob, our tall Swede, taking off on a monster Harley etc.  What a crew!

I left Austin early on Friday, in hopes of beating the monster storm into McKinney.  Penelope and I were in the garage around 4pm, just prior to the downpour.  We didn’t get the 2 inch hail and tornadoes that were forecast – thank goodness.  The temperature was 70 degrees on Friday, and Saturday started below freezing with a dusting of snow.  Crazy Texas weather.

The weekend was normal – workouts followed by coffee and crosswords.  Diana did win the crossword battle on Saturday by 15 seconds – I really need to step up my game.

Alicia flew back to San Luis Obispo on Sunday morning, then we had late workouts.  I enjoyed the NFL playoff game between Kansas City and Houston, while McD read a kindle book.

I warned you up front – a pretty uneventful week.  We’ll try to be a bit more exciting in the coming week.

I finished “The Quaker” by Liam McIlvanney this week.  Liam is the son of William McIlvanney, one of my favourite authors and writer of my number one book – “Walking Wounded”.  This book was a Christmas gift from my parents, under the heading “getting you back in touch with your Scottish roots”.   It was the Scottish Crime Book of the Year in 2018.

I really enjoyed the descriptions of Glasgow in 1969, as major portions of the population are moved from old, decaying tenements to supposedly better environments.  The story was well done, unfolding slowly and keeping you guessing.  I thought I had it solved at page 250 of 400 – only partially.  Liam is an excellent writer, but doesn’t have his father’s ability to capture a thoroughly believable character in a few paragraphs.

“What if he does it again, sir?”  McCormack drained his glass and set it down.  “You thought of that?  We have Paton inside and the Quaker does another.  What happens then?  You’re playing golf in Maidens.  We’re still here””.

This paragraph reminded me of the hilarious day in the Maidens, when Uncle Ian’s wheelchair backed into a hole.  Good memories of good times.

The Barrowlands ballroom is at the center of this story, and it reminded me of going to the Kings Theater in the Gorbals a few times in High School – all that culture in the middle of a very rough neighbourhood.

I recommend this book to anyone looking for a good crime thriller and an understanding of the Glasgow milieu.

I came across this amazing version of St. James Infirmary this week.  What do you think?  Best version ever?

What an excellent Jerry Garcia song from his first solo album:

Christone “Kingfish” Ingram is the new face of the blues.  We saw him at the ACL Hall of Fame induction ceremony, playing with Buddy Guy, and he was excellent.  From Clarksville, Mississippi, he grew up in the home of Robert Johnson and seems to really embody the blues.

The Building is a band fronted by Anthony LaMarca, guitarist for War on Drugs.  Very peaceful music.

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – January 5th, 2020

“75 degrees in early January?”

Penelope and I led the way down to Austin on Monday, with Diana following behind in the racing Passat.  Alicia flew in on Thursday and the girls are driving back up to McKinney on Monday, so we needed two cars.

My Christmas present from Diana was delivered in person to the apartment on Monday night.  Sharon from the Soundwaves art gallery decided it would be easier to drive over my painting than to mail it.  She is married to the artist, Tim Wakefield,  who creates these excellent music related pieces.  Mine is of The Kinks “Waterloo Sunset” and is signed by Ray Davies.  It looks amazing.  Thanks D!  One of my very favourite songs from such an underrated band.

Sticking with the new artwork theme, we installed Quine and Loon in our Austin bedroom – don’t they look great?

And finally, D’s spin art from the Christmas party was installed in the Austin bedroom as well.  It’s an album by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band, a glam rock band formed in Scotland in 1972.  I can remember checking their albums out of the High School library  in Stewarton.  How did the spin art folks happen to have one of these albums in Austin, TX?  I think Diana created a very interesting piece.

 

Our first New Year’s Eve in Austin was a lot of fun.  We met up with a work colleague, Issac, and his wife Adrienne.  They have a similar situation to us, splitting time between a home in San Antonio and an apartment in Austin.  Issac selected La Volpe (the fox) as our dinner destination with a 10:30pm reservation to facilitate ringing in the New Year.

The interior of the restaurant was very modern and cool, and I read was designed by Jennifer Long, who also worked on C-Boy’s Heart and Soul on South Congress.

The special menu was all small plates with some great options.  The plates ended up not being so small and we had plenty to eat.

The poached lobster and duck confit risotto were absolute standouts.  Great choice Issac!  We wandered around the corner to Antone’s blues club to close out the evening and posed for these fancy pictures in front of Eddie V’s:

New Year’s Eve in Austin certainly ended up being more exciting than our typical McKinney experience.  Maybe we’ll do it again next year.

We rested up on New Year’s Day and planned some fun for Alicia’s arrival on Thursday.  Festivities started with dinner at Diana’s favourite Austin restaurant, Peche.  Everyone thoroughly enjoyed their meals.  Then we walked across the street to the Parker Jazz Club for the early show.  The House Band was playing, but we got very lucky.  The trumpet player Mike Sailors was sitting in, along with club owner Kris Kimura (who plays 10 different instruments including various clarinets, saxophones, flugel horn, and ukulele), and an excellent trombone player.  Sailors has been a big name in New York for the last several years, playing with the Village Vanguard orchestra and the Birdland band, among many others.  He just moved back to Austin to take the role of jazz trumpet professor at the University of Austin, and this was his first gig.  What a treat!  The music was very much focused around Louis Armstrong – perfect for me.  Here’s a sample.

 

Did I mention an excellent trombone player?

Armstrong’s “The Sunny Side of the Street” took me back to New Orleans and Kermit Ruffins at Vaughan’s on my first evening in that fantastic city:

Everyone thought the music was outstanding.  A great first night for Alicia.

On Friday night, Alicia decided she was in the mood for sushi.  I suggested Lucky Robot on South Congress based on a quick Yelp search.  We had walked by it many times, but never considered dining there.  The food and service were both very good, with a menu that included several things that I liked – pork belly bao (steamed buns).  There are a lot of origami birds inside.

Saturday was a gorgeous 70 degree day – seriously, in January – so I went for a jog along the river trail while the girls hit the gym downstairs.  In the afternoon, we walked across to the Alta coffee shop and enjoyed the sunset.  A very nice, relaxed Saturday.

Sunday started with workouts downstairs and then brunch on the rooftop patio at El Alma – such a good, close spot.  Then we drove over to Covert Park to hike up to the top of Mount Bonnell.  This is the highest spot in the city limit of Austin at 785 feet – I know, not that impressive in the scheme of things, but does offer some excellent views of downtown, and up and down river.  There are some little multi-million dollar shacks right below the peak.  It’s 106 steps up from the parking area to the top of Mount Bonnell.  Whew, we made it!

McD took advantage of a table to enhance her view, and I snapped this picture of the two girls looking up river.

“Mission Song” by John Le Carre was my first book this week.  I “borrowed” it from the bookcase at Mum and Dad’s house.  The story is told from the point of view of Bruno Salvador, “Salvo”, a very talented interpreter of African, particularly Congolese, languages.  This is Le Carre’s 20th novel, published in 2006, and it focuses attention on the atrocities committed in the Congo, and largely ignored by the British and American press.  Salvo begins his interpreter assignment thinking he is helping Britain find a good solution to the problems in Congo, then realizes it’s just another plan to take advantage of the region’s natural resources.  He decides to attempt to stop the plan, with dire consequences.  This was a typically beautifully written Le Carre book, with another really disappointing ending.  A 375 page book, that comes to a conclusion with a report occupying the last page and a half – I’m getting really tired of less than rewarding endings.  The commentary on the role an interpreter plays and the skill associated with the position seemed very well done.

My second book was “Made in Scotland” by the hilarious, and very Scottish, Billy Connolly, a Christmas gift from my parents.  What an excellent read, but fair warning, the language is very salty at times.

There are so many great stories from a very interesting life, starting with Billy’s tough childhood and initial working life at 15, as a welder in the Clyde shipyards – building the Queen Mary and QE2.

I learned that Connolly had a band in the early 70s and recruited a young Gerry Rafferty to join.  The duo were quite successful, but Rafferty was clearly a more sophisticated and talented musician, going on to release some amazing albums.  Did you now that Dire Straits opened for Rafferty on some of his biggest tours?

I enjoyed the stories about Connolly’s Dad taking he and his sister to Rothesay, on the Isle of Bute, for summer holidays during the Glasgow Fair.  And handing their buckets and spades to the incoming Paisley Fair kids as they left.  The descriptions of  the trauma of a knitted swimsuit are very funny.

This book has a lot of heart and soul, and captures the Scottish population very nicely.

Let’s start with some more of “Sunny Side of the Street”.  The original and Kermit’s version from Vaughan’s:

 

The Australian Teskey Brothers came across Spotify again this week.  What a great sound:

And this song by FREEMAN popped up again.  I really like this one:

 

 

 

 

 

A Biography of Clorinda Campagna (Diana’s Mum)

Here’s an interesting biography of Diana’s Mum, Clorinda, written by a fellow member of the Pacifica Historical Society.

Written by Jean Bartlett, December 4, 2019

(A Pacifica Historical Society Project)

Oakland Tribune, October 8, 1961
Announcing Clorinda’s performance in “Tosca”

In 1977, Clorinda Di Lonardo  Campagna,  her  husband Dr. Sebastian Campagna, and their daughter and five sons moved to Pacifica, California. Prior to that, the growing family lived briefly in places that included: Nebraska, Michigan and New Zealand. How did the couple meet? Sebastian first noticed Clorinda when he saw her photo in the San Jose Mercury News. It was an announcement. The soprano would be performing with the Santa Clara Philharmonic.

“It is because of music that Sebastian and I met,” Clorinda said. “It was in the late 1950s and Sebastian saw my photo and decided to call me up. He wanted to meet me and I said, ‘No, I’m too busy and I don’t know you.’ But I did tell him to come to the concert. I remember my father asked me, ‘Who called you?’ I was embarrassed. This sort of thing had never happened to me. But Sebastian came and he introduced himself.”

“We didn’t really date,” she said. “We were both very busy with our professional lives. I was teaching full-time in the Alum Rock School District in San Jose and Sebastian at that point in time was in general medical practice in San Jose.”

But they did like each other and love bloomed. In 1963 they joined their paths at the altar.

* * *

Clorinda’s life has its roots in Guardia Sanframondi, Italy. In fact, the home where her father Carlo Di Lonardo was born still remains in the family. Guardia Sanframondi is a small town in Italy’s Campania Region in the Province of Benevento. It is 1,400 feet above sea level and looks out over the Titerno River Valley and the Valley of the Calore. The castle at the top of this hilly, cobble-stoned city was built in the

late 1400s. Rich with surrounding vineyards and olive trees, the medieval town is famous for its grape harvesting, olive pressing, annual wine festival and its Rites of Penance Festival.

“My father was from a family of five brothers and two sisters. His family’s business was olive oil and they had acres of olive trees. My mother, Costanza ‘Connie’ Foschini, was also born in Guardia Sanframondi. She and her sisters were known for never leaving their family home unless they were dressed perfectly! My mother and father were the same age, both born in 1898. At the very least they met in school, if they didn’t know each other beforehand. My father used to say, ‘The only thing Mussolini did for us is he made every child in Italy go to school.'”

After Carlo and Connie married they lived in Carlo’s family home. That is where the first of their five children, all daughters, were born.

“My sister Ludovica was born at home in Guardia Sanframondi in 1922. On the day she was born, my father was on the ship to the United States. It was a hard decision and it took a lot of courage to leave his wife and their daughter. But he and Connie knew it was best. He had cousins in Hackensack and two of his brothers lived in New York, and like a number of his family members he felt there was greater opportunity in the States. When Ludovica was 7, she and my mother came by ship to New Jersey. By then my father was established. He had bought a home on Grove Street in Hackensack, he had steady work as a cement finisher and he had planted a large garden filled with fruit and vegetables. His family would be taken care of.”

Connie, Ludovica and Carlo Di Lonardo, circa 1929.

 Pasqualina “Lena” was the couple’s second daughter and 14 months later, Clorinda came along on October 24, 1931. In Latin, the name “Clorinda” means renowned. Her father told her that when she was born, he was reading some Italian literature where the heroine, a warrior, was named “Clorinda” – and now, so was she.

“My mother was so proud that I came along on the 24th,” Clorinda said. “Because that was the official day the George Washington Bridge opened.”

New York Governor Franklin D. Roosevelt dedicated the bridge the day Clorinda was born. The bridge which spans the Hudson River, connecting Fort Lee, New Jersey to Washington Heights in Manhattan, New York, opened to traffic on October 25. It was eight months ahead of schedule.

Shirley was Carlo and Connie’s next daughter, and Margie was born in 1936. “We lost Margie in 1977 and it was heartbreaking. My parents were so stoic. Margie was very talented. She could play the piano without ever having taken a lesson and she couldn’t read music. She was an artist and a painter. She taught music in Orinda and the sound she got from her fifth grade students just made tears roll down my cheeks. She died of a primary tumor in the liver. I still miss her.

“I understand Italian but I don’t speak it. My parents both spoke English and both became U.S. citizens. My father formed a night school in the community to help prepare other immigrants for U.S. citizenship. He had real leadership ability, including with children. We had one boy in our neighborhood who was frequently in trouble and who often made trouble over at our local school. There were two families in our neighborhood that were German – we were all immigrants – and at school, he was calling their kids ‘Nazis.’ When my dad heard about this, he got all the boys in our neighborhood to come sit on our front steps so he could talk to them. We were told to go inside and we were a bit nervous because these boys, all of them, were our friends. What was my father going to do? But my dad talked to this boy and all the boys. He said, ‘We are all Americans and neighbors here and we don’t call anybody names. That just can’t be.’ My father and my mother were both very much about community – always help where you can help.

“At one point I remember that people wanted my father to run for mayor of Hackensack but he said,

‘No, I can’t be mayor, I don’t have the education for that.’ My father was a people person. He was devoted to his faith, as was my mom, and he was handsome. I remember when I was 11 or 12, after I went to church with my family, I was going to walk to the candy store around the block and meet my girlfriends. But they were waiting for me when I got out. ‘What are you doing here?’ I said. ‘I thought we were going to meet at the candy store?’ And they said, ‘Well, we are waiting to see your dad.’ ‘How come?’ I asked. ‘Because he is as handsome as a movie star,’ they told me. That really shocked me. He was just my dad!

“As to my mother, oh how she could sing. Everybody knew when Connie was baking bread. She was singing at 5 o’clock in the morning! She was, however, most definitely the more serious of the two and my dad loved to tease her and she never smiled when he teased her. I remember one New Year’s Eve in Hackensack, my dad had made wine with grapes from California’s Santa Clara Valley and he shared it with the neighborhood. We had a three story house, which included the basement, and the wine was down in the basement. This particular New Year’s Eve he thought it would be fun if his daughters came downstairs with him and then when we went back upstairs – we all pretended that we were drunk. My mom did not laugh and was so angry that she told us all to go outside. It was freezing cold and it was dinnertime and we were hungry. So my dad went to the store, bought hot dogs, came back and heated up the barbecue and my dad and all of his daughters ate outside. Eventually my mother let us back in. She knew we were there. She could see us through the window. But that was my father and my mother!”

During the Depression the family struggled financially and her father worked every hour he could. But her parents grew their own vegetables and kept chickens and rabbits and there was always enough to eat. In addition, there was always music playing.

“My mom constantly tuned into all this wonderful Italian music on the radio, straight from Italy, and we never missed a Metropolitan Opera broadcast. I liked opera from the moment I heard it.” (Like the George Washington Bridge, the Metropolitan Opera radio broadcasts were also launched the year Clorinda was born…and they are still going.)

Clorinda also began singing as a little girl and her ability to sing was recognized early on.

“I’ll never forget my kindergarten teacher,” Clorinda said. “She was a tall, beautiful blond woman with a beautiful voice, and she had us kids singing all of the time. When she realized that I could carry a tune too, she really encouraged me and invited me to sing.”

Clorinda sang in school performances. She sang with her church’s children’s choir, intermediate choir and when she became a teen, with their adult choir. Serious vocal lessons began when she was in sixth grade. Her school principal talked to Clorinda’s father. “Mr. Di Lonardo, Clorinda is ready for professional lessons.” He recommended vocal instructor Mary Olney Smith. Mary was just graduating from Mannes School of Music in New York City. And so Clorinda’s musical career began.

“Our cousins that lived next door were all musicians. I had an uncle in Italy who had a beautiful tenor voice and his son was a boy soprano with the Metropolitan Opera Boy’s Chorus. So it was not a surprise that I went into music.

“I really had a wonderful childhood in New Jersey. One of the things I so fondly recall are Sunday car rides with my dad. He loved the country, and he would take his girls to the southern part of New Jersey where there are some beautiful lakes. We would bring bread or crackers to feed the ducks and he would say, ‘If you are good, you can get all the ice cream you want at the creamery just across the way,’ and that’s exactly what we did!”

Four of the five Di Lonardo sisters: Clorinda, Lena, Shirley and Margie. Circa 1947.

In 1945, the family moved to California’s Santa Clara Valley.

“My father’s cousin was stationed in California during the War. When he came back to New Jersey, he described all the orchards he saw and he said to my father, ‘Carlo, California is for you.”

The Santa Clara Valley, which in the 1940s had more than 100,000 acres planted with orchards, was known throughout the world as the “Valley of Heart’s Delight.”

“My dad and my sister Lena came out first,” Clorinda said. “They drove across the country with another relative who was moving here. My dad wanted to be sure it was the kind of place he wanted to bring his family to – and the minute he saw it he knew this was where we belonged.”

“Through relatives my dad met Frank Iusi,” Clorinda continued. “Frank was a realtor and he was very successful. He became my father’s mentor and friend, and he helped my dad find the house that became our first home which was in the village of Agnew, California.” (Agnew has since incorporated into Santa Clara). “We packed up the house, put things on a moving truck and then my mother, my two younger sisters and I came out to California on the bus. My eldest sister, who like all the Di Lonardo daughters went to college, was married and remained in New Jersey. We stayed in that first home for maybe a year and then moved to another home in Santa Clara. Frank found us that home as well. Finally, and this is all within a four-year period, we settled in Campbell. Frank found a home which had five acres of apricots and was exactly what my dad wanted. My dad was a grower and always wanted fruit trees.”

California was a beautiful place to move to. Clorinda attended Santa Clara High School and sang with her high school’s chorus. She also studied voice with Helen Kalas. Helen was Clorinda’s first vocal teacher on the West Coast. The daughter of the Czech-born cellist Jan Kalas, Helen came recommended by a national touring concert pianist Clorinda had met in New York at a recording studio. (Clorinda had been sent to New York by her vocal teacher to make a professional recording.) Clorinda also became a member of Santa Clara’s Wutzit Club.

Circa 1948. Clorinda meets Robert Alda, center, and also says hello to a family friend at a Santa Clara youth organization fundraiser.

The Wutzit Club was a youth recreational organization. It was started during the Second World War by a handful of youth to put the kibosh on any juvenile delinquency. By the time Clorinda moved to Santa Clara, the Club was run by Father Walter E. Schmidt, Society of Jesus. The Club had weekly radio broadcasts, a glee club, a club newspaper, a dramatic society and a sports program. They also sponsored three dances a week, did community work and offered classes in the arts. When Clorinda joined in 1948, she was one of 1,000 Club members. Father Schmidt was also the co-founder and coordinator of the Golden Circle Theatre Party – an annual “Wutzit” fundraising event at San Jose’s Civic Auditorium – which featured local high school performers and a number of Hollywood stars. At one of the Theatre Party events, Clorinda was singing with her high school chorus and got a chance to say “hello” to someone backstage who she knew from Hackensack. He used to come and sing at her cousin’s house.

“My cousins lived next door and they had converted their garage into a little studio. I remember that when I was a little girl, this fellow from Hoboken (about 20 minutes south by car), used to come over and sing with them and then they’d all hang out at the local soda fountain. I talked to him as well. One time he gave my mother and my sister Margie a ride to the hospital because Margie had gotten her hand stuck in some sort of a chain.” That “fellow” was Frank Sinatra and Clorinda’s cousin was the drummer for the Shep Fields and “His Rippling Rhythm” Big Band.

Following high school, Clorinda attended San Jose State College (now San Jose State University). A spinto soprano, she studied with contralto and professor of music, Maureen Thompson, while continuing to study with Helen Kalas. (A spinto soprano is a lyric soprano with darker color and more weight to her voice. For the spinto, it is easier to push through the big climaxes of the dramatic repertoire. Leontyne Price is a spinto soprano.)

In 1953, Clorinda graduated with a dual major in music and education. While studying at San Jose State, appearances included soloist with the San Jose State A Cappella Choir under the direction of William J. Erlendson, professor of music, and with the San Jose State Symphony Orchestra, in 1952, under the baton of Dr. Lyle Downey.

From an April 3, 1952 announcement in the Spartan Daily regarding an upcoming performance at the San Jose Civic Auditorium, featuring, as pictured above: John Morrison, Gloria Collins and Clorinda Di Lonardo.

 Following her graduation, Clorinda continued to perform. She also taught full-time in San Jose’s Alum Rock School District. Along with being a sixth grade teacher, she additionally taught glee clubs and the Teacher’s Choir. She taught in San Jose for four years and then, following her performance with the Santa Clara Philharmonic, she was awarded a vocal scholarship with the Music and Arts Institute of San Francisco. There she studied in an opera workshop with conductor and pianist  Dr.  Antonia  Brico, history’s first woman symphony conductor, and singer Alma Michelini, a protégé of Juilliard School of Music voice teacher Mme. Marcella Sembrich. (Mme. Sembrich was the first star of the Metropolitan Opera performing the day after the Met opened in October of 1883 and immediately becoming  a household name.) Clorinda would also perform with Arthur Fiedler, the longtime conductor of the Boston Pops Orchestra.

“I was still living at home when I got the invitation,” Clorinda said. “I had never heard of the Music and Arts Institute. I was excited and nervous. I asked my father, ‘Do you think I can do this?’ And he said, ‘Yes you can.’

“I had never driven to San Francisco so my dad came with me the first time. But then when I drove myself for the first time, I was pulled over by a police officer. He told me I was going too slow. I told him I had never driven to San Francisco and he asked me where I was going. I told him and gave him the address. And he said, ‘Follow me!’ Everyone at the workshop knew I was coming and they all saw me arrive with a police escort. Of course they never let me live that down!”

Clorinda’s performance résumé story also includes participation in opera workshops with composer, conductor and professor Fedor Kabalin at the University of California. She was the 1960 Western Regional Winner in the American Opera Auditions. She sang the leading role of the governess in the Northern California premiere of Benjamin Britten’s opera “The Turn of the Screw,” staged by the University of California. She performed with the Oakland Symphony in Verdi’s “Requiem.” In 1961, she performed the lead role of Princess Yaroslavna in Alexander Borodin’s “Prince Igor,” on the stage of the San Francisco War Memorial Opera House. Under the direction of 1955-West Bay Opera founder Henry Holt, she performed the role of Amelia in Giuseppe Verdi’s three-act opera “Un ballo in maschera” (A Masked Ball) at Palo Alto’s Lucie Stern Theatre. (Both the Opera and the Theatre – the latter which is also the stage for TheaterWorks and the Palo Alto Players – are still highly prized Bay Area performance events.)

Clorinda as Amelia in the West Bay Opera production of Giuseppe Verdi’s three-act opera “Un ballo in maschera” (A Masked Ball) at Palo Alto’s Lucie Stern Theatre. Circa 1961.

 October 8, 1961, soprano Clorinda Di  Lonardo was photographed for the San Francisco Opera by the Opera’s photographer Carolyn Mason Jones.

 In October of 1961, Clorinda sang the title role of Floria Tosca in Giacomo Puccini’s three-act opera “Tosca” at the Oakland Auditorium. Presented by the Italian-American Federation, tenor Sebastian Campagna sang the role of Cavaradossi – Tosca’s lover. Sebastian is the same man who introduced himself to Clorinda after seeing her picture in the paper. Who is this man she would marry less than two years later?

Creighton   University   varsity   wrestling coach Sebastian Campagna, 1939.

From Omaha, Nebraska, Sebastian Campagna was a state high school wrestling champion who went on to organize and coach Creighton University’s first varsity wrestling team in 1939, while he was a junior law student at the same school. He, along with his brother Don, additionally served on the Bluejays 14-man squad. Also a stage actor, his credentials included a number of performances with the legendary Omaha Community Playhouse. After he became a lawyer, he moved out to California. Following his service in the Second World War, he decided he didn’t want to be a lawyer. He felt he had much more to give and he wanted to become a doctor. His Creighton professors told him he was too old to become a doctor.

“Before I knew Sebastian, he was doing general practice in San Jose,” Clorinda said. “He then did a surgery residency with Presbyterian Hospital in San Francisco, with Stanford and one with Kaiser. In addition, he was a tenor. Following WWII, he auditioned for the San Francisco Opera Chorus in his Army uniform. Gaetano Merola, the founder of the San Francisco Opera and the director of the Chorus listened and said, ‘The soldier will sing in the Chorus!'” After the couple met, Sebastian studied under Clorinda’s vocal coach Alma Michelini.

On June 29, 1963 Sebastian Campagna and Clorinda Di Lonardo married at St. Lucy Catholic Church on Winchester Boulevard in Campbell, California.

Clorinda and Sebastian Campagna, June 29, 1963, Campbell, CA.

 The couple’s first child, Diana, was born in San Francisco, where Clorinda was also working as a substitute sixth grade teacher. Their second child, Victor, was born in Lincoln, Nebraska. These moves followed Sebastian’s long list of educational requirements – licensing, trainings, boards – to become a thoracic cardiovascular surgeon. There was a move to Texas and a move to Michigan. The latter is where their son Giancarlo was born. Sebastian did his cardiothoracic surgery fellowship in Auckland, New Zealand where the family lived for close to two years. Their fourth child, Leonard, was born in Auckland.

Clorinda continued to perform throughout their travels. In Auckland, she performed in numerous live concerts with a pianist. In Wellington, New Zealand’s capital, Clorinda recorded the “Poème de l’amour et de la mer” (“Poem of Love and the Sea”), a song cycle by Ernest Chausson, with the New Zealand National Symphony. The recording was subsequently broadcast on various radio stations in New Zealand. In addition, Clorinda did live radio broadcasts in Auckland, with an accompanist, performing songs from a soprano’s repertoire. She also enjoyed meeting New Zealand’s world-renowned lyric soprano Kiri Te Kanawa at a high tea at Dame Te Kanawa’s home.

“You never know what might happen,” Clorinda laughed.

Clorinda at home in Auckland, New Zealand with Victor, Leonard, Diana and Giancarlo. Circa 1970-1971.

 When the couple and their family returned to the States, they first went to Mississippi. Sebastian was going to be part of a heart team there. But the family didn’t stay. They wanted to return to the Bay Area.

Their fifth child, Marco, was born in Sanger, California. Next stop, Switzerland – an opportunity came up for Clorinda and the family of seven moved there for about a year. Clorinda had been invited to be a participant/performer in The International Opera Studio, which was established in 1961 under the patronage of the Friends of Zurich Opera. In 1973, the Campagna family was back in the Bay Area and their fifth son, Adamo, was born at Good Samaritan Hospital in San Jose. When Dr. Campagna became a part of the Pacifica Medical Center on Aura Vista Drive (now Bill Drake Way), the family moved to Pacifica. It was 1977. They rented at first and then bought their home on Gypsy Hill. Clorinda estimates that she, Sebastian and their children planted over 2,000 trees along their neighboring hillsides.

The Campagna family, circa 1984. Sebastian and Clorinda seated, with their children, from l to r: Marco, Giancarlo, Victor, Leonard, Diana and Adamo.

The children all attended Good Shepherd Catholic School once they arrived in Pacifica. Diana attended San Domenico High School in Marin, Victor attended Oceana High School in Pacifica, and Giancarlo, Leonard, Marco and Adamo attended St. Ignatius College Preparatory in San Francisco. Clorinda continued to sing at various Bay Area events. She was also the volunteer choral music instructor at Good Shepherd for many years and later did some substitute teaching in Pacifica. Then there were  her additional volunteer projects.

She’s been involved with Pacifica’s Annual 4th of July Celebration at Frontierland Park for more than 30 years. When the late, legendary Pacifica Tribune columnist Paul Azevedo passed in May of 2004 (Paul’s column “The Reactor” ran for three decades), Clorinda took over what he had done for many, many years at the Celebration – read to the crowd from the three parts of the Constitution – all of the Preamble, and some of the Articles and Amendments. The Declaration of Independence is also read in full.

“What I do is bring in people of all different ages – adults, elementary school students and high school students – to be readers,” Clorinda said. “When Paul passed away I thought we shouldn’t stop doing these readings. I think it is important that we realize our patriotism because we are kind of reluctant to show it or talk about it. I also think bringing in our young people as participants is important. They are our future.”

In addition, Clorinda provides the vocalist who sings “The Star Spangled Banner.”

“This is generally a young person from our town who is in high school or home from college,” Clorinda said. “All of the students who take part in our Annual 4th of July Celebration do so because they care.”

For a number of years Clorinda served as member of Pacifica’s Open Space Committee. She continues to be very active with Good Shepherd Church and is a longtime member of the Church’s Women’s Guild. She has been on the Committee for Pacifica Coastside Relay for Life since 2006 when her grandson, now in his twenties and a cancer survivor, was diagnosed with childhood cancer. She is a longtime volunteer with the Pacifica Historical Society, constantly working with its dedicated team of volunteers to successfully save Pacifica’s history. One of the Society’s projects, now completed, was to raise hundreds of thousands of dollars to restore Pacifica’s oldest public building, the Little Brown Church, and turn it into the Pacifica Coastside Museum. Clorinda chaired a number of partnering events to bring in contributions. One such partnering event brought Pacifica’s iconic Winters Tavern to the table. Billed respectively as “Pacifica’s down ‘n’ dirty bar featuring live rock, folk & bluegrass bands in a rustic, wood- paneled space” and “the best dive bar in town,” Winters held a “Prom Night” in fundraising support for the Museum’s extensive, foundation-to-roof renovations.

“When you partner together with people and businesses in your community, everyone feels like they have a stake in the project and they want to be involved.”

She also continues to support the Pacifica Sea Lions. The Pacifica Sea Lions swim team is a competitive swimming program for youth 5-18 years of age. All of Clorinda’s kids were Sea Lions growing up and Clorinda has long been a force behind the Sea Lions hamburgers and hot dogs booth. She has also been a longtime believer in and fundraiser for UNICEF. On a family note, she is thrilled to be the grandmother of twelve, six boys and six girls.

In 2010, Clorinda was presented with an Outstanding Individual Contribution Award from the Pacifica Chamber of Commerce. In 2018, she was one of eight honorees singled out by Pacific Coast TV for continuous efforts which inspire and strengthen the community. For an opportunity to hear Clorinda sing, click into this link. It was recorded in 2012 at St. Ignatius Church in San Francisco. The occasion was the wedding of her son and daughter-in-law, Adamo and Amy.

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In 2011, Pacifica Historical Society members Clorinda Campagna, Pat Kremer, Jim Kremer, Kathy McGuire and Shirlee Gibbs get ready for “Prom Night” at Winters Tavern, a partnership fundraiser chaired by Clorinda.

 

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Helen James and Clorinda Campagna, at Pacifica’s Sam Mazza Castle, put the details in order for a Pacifica Historical Society fundraising event for the Pacifica Coastside Museum. Circa 2005.

Sebastian Campagna died on June 4, 1993. Clorinda still remembers it as if it was yesterday.

“We were both going to visit my father’s old friend Frank Iusi to provide some paperwork he needed from us. At the very last minute, we were almost out the door, I got a call from Cabrillo Elementary School wanting to know if I could be there as a substitute immediately. I figured they really needed someone or they wouldn’t have called so late. I was dropped off at Cabrillo by either Sebastian or Adamo. At 4 o’clock I was waiting to be picked up but no one came. Then Adamo came and when I saw his face, I knew something had happened.”

Sebastian was killed in a car accident. His car was hit by a train earlier that day as he made his way to the Hall of Records in Redwood City. He was 77.

“Sebastian was such a good man, such a smart man and a wonderful husband. He was also a wonderful father. I’ve often thought about how I was supposed to be in the car with him. I guess God was just ready for Sebastian. There must be more things I need to do and I am happy to do them.”

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Clorinda at a Pacifica Coastside Museum fundraiser in 2014.

 

Clorinda with her parents, Carlo and Connie Di Lonardo, on her wedding day in 1963.

Both parents were always very supportive of Clorinda’s singing, but her dad said early on, “How are you going to make a living?” But he also said, “Whatever you do, Clorinda, be true to yourself.”

The five Di Lonardo daughters, June 29, 1963: Ludovica, Clorinda, Lena, Shirley and Margie. “My sisters also very much supported my music journey. I had opportunities I wouldn’t have had without such strong family support. I’m very grateful.”

 

Clorinda and Sebastian dance together for the first time as husband and wife.

 

On stage with two of the leads in the Omaha Community Playhouse presentation of A.B. Shiffren’s comedy, “I Like it Here.” Sebastian Campagna, left, as Willie M. Colombo, and Charles Hoffman, right, as Sebastian Merriweather. April, 1947. (Sebastian was studying medicine in Omaha.)

 Following the Second World War and before he met Clorinda, Sebastian auditioned for Gaetano Merola, the founder of the San Francisco Opera and the director of the San Francisco Opera Chorus. The conductor listened to the tenor’s vocal and Sebastian was immediately awarded a spot in the Chorus.

 

Clorinda with her children on the occasion of her 75th birthday, l to r: Leonard, Victor, Clorinda, Giancarlo, Diana, Adamo and Marco. October 24, 2006.

 

Clorinda Di Lonardo Campagna and Sebastian Campagna, June 29, 1963.

Author: Jean Bartlett (www.bartlettbiographies.com)
Pacifica Historical Society / Jean Bartlett ©2019.

Week in Review – December 7, 2019

“Pins Out”

Penelope and I made the drive down to Austin on Monday morning.  I was pleased to finish the trip with no back pain or other issues.  P was happy to get up some decent speed for once – she typically maxes out at 45 mph on my short commute to the office.

The pins were extracted from my finger on Tuesday afternoon.  The doctor says everything looks good, but my finger looks pretty ugly still – new nail required.   I did find this ornament in the doctor’s office quite entertaining.  That finger looks much better than mine.

The University of Texas was hosting an event to celebrate ground breaking on the new Moody Center – a basketball and concert venue to replace the 40 year old Frank Erwin center.  This event started right after my finger appointment and was a short walk away – why not?

The event turned out to be quite something.  Intro speeches by all the University brass and the “Minister of Culture” for the new Center – Oscar winning actor Matthew McConaughey.  Free food trucks from several Austin classic spots – I enjoyed an empanada from Four Brothers and a delicious green chile pork taco from Torchy’s.

Moon Taxi (an indie rock band) performed after the speeches and I thought they had a very pleasant sound.

The whole event is what would be called a langiappe in New Orleans.

 

I almost forgot to share a picture from the event.  I had my picture taken with the UT mascot – Bevo.  Turns out this is Bevo XV – who knew there had been so many?

Those cheerleaders seem quite excited to be getting their picture taken with me.  McD’s comment – I leave him unattended for a couple of hours and look what happens.

I enjoyed a nice long walk back home from the event.  Here’s a nice view of the Capital on the way.  Can you believe the tree in front of the Capital is fake?  It’s true – I watch them assembling it level by level.

Diana’s bus wasn’t due for another 45 minutes and so I made a minor detour to Antone’s to listen to some free Blues music – what a deal.

The band included Denny Freeman and Sarah Brown – a couple of our favourites.

I was able to drag myself away from the music just in time to meet Diana arriving on the bus.

We had a delicious dinner with Damon on Wednesday at the Odd Duck.  This is the last time we’ll see him before the holidays.  He was very effusive in describing the Frozen play that his daughters are performing in this coming weekend.  We just heard a recording and he had every right to be proud – beautiful voices.

I watched an inept Dallas Cowboys performance on Thursday night (at least until I fell asleep).  Such a disappointing game from a team with so much talent!

We enjoyed a good Austin evening on Friday – starting with the Rosie Flores Review at C-Boy’s Heart and Soul.  Rosie is 69 and belting it out and playing the guitar beautifully.  I love their cover of the Blind Faith song “Can’t Find My Way Home”:

Diana chatted up Wayde who has a new food truck on the C-Boys patio.  I laughed as he walked the waffle fries we ordered around every table asking – “Did you order these?” – a great advertising trick.  He was quite a talker and turns out a fire fighter when not operating the truck.

Here’s a cover of Springsteen’s “Luckytown” from Rosie:

I really like the feel of C-Boys Heart and Soul.  From there we made our usual stop just up South Congress at June’s, enjoying escargot and steak tartare.  From there it was a pleasant one mile walk back home.

On Saturday we did some minor grocery shopping and some Christmas shopping on South Congress.  There was a nice artist market set up by Guero’s and interesting gifts in some of the weird little stores.   It was a beautiful day to be out and about, with temperatures in the mid 70s.  We enjoyed an episode of “The Crown” in the evening.  This one was set in 1967 and featured Prince Philip’s mother being rescued from Greece and visiting Buckingham Palace – a piece of history with which I was not at all familiar.

Sunday included the usual standards – workout, coffee and crossword, and football.  No Cowboys but an excellent game between the New Orleans Saints and San Francisco 49ers in the Superdome.  San Francisco ultimately winning 48-46 in a thrilling back and forth game.  One of the best that I’ve seen in several years.  Now we’re both working on things we need to have ready for work tomorrow – very boring!

I’ve very much enjoyed “Nine Lives: Mystery, Magic, Death, and Life in New Orleans” this week.  Dan Baum tells the tales of nine New Orleans residents from Hurricane Betsy in 1960 through Hurricane Katrina in 2005.

Baum was reporting on Katrina and fell in love with the city that Hurricane almost destroyed.   His writing on the nine characters from different races, sections of the city, and backgrounds, captures New Orleans very well.  It really is heartbreaking to read the stories of Hurricane Katrina – particularly that the city survived the actual storm but was then let down by the levees and water management system.  Such a wonderful city that still suffers through so many problems.

All this talk of New Orleans has reminded me of the wonderful nights I’ve spent at Vaughan’s listening to Kermit Ruffins (features in the Nine Lives book as a kid at a backyard barbecue).

But let’s start out with a very catchy new song from the Lumineers that I’ve been hearing on the radio:

My Spotify Discover weekly took me to New Orleans also.  This song from Snooks Eaglin – a superb blues artist that I saw at the original Rock N’ Bowl weeks before his death and not too long after Hurricane Katrina.

The same Discover list had me back at the Kessler listening to the unique James Hunter from England.

And let’s have Kermit finish things out this week with a song I heard the same night as I heard Snooks.  Denny and Anne took me over to the broken down shack that is Vaughan’s to revel in Kermit’s genius.  The late, great Henry Butler was sitting in on keyboards.  What a memory.