Good news for those of you that like to read this blog on Apple devices – I finally learned how to correct the picture orientation so that it works for both Windows and iOS devices. You no longer need to stand on your head to view the pictures.
I flew to New York again on Monday to attend work meetings for a few days. On Monday night I met up with a few work colleagues for dinner and then Darrell Crane took me to a jazz club called Mezzrow. This was a very nice surprise of a place. During breaks in the music they played classic albums on a turntable by the door. Our table was so close it almost felt like we were in the 3 piece band – piano, bass and drums. Several different drummers sat in with the band playing only high hat and snare drum with brushes since the venue was so tiny.
On Tuesday night, I was fortunate enough to get a ticket to see Chick Corea perform at the Blue Note. The show was part of his 75th birthday celebration and on the night that I attended he did a tribute to Miles Davis. The concert was sold out and there was quite a line when I got there but I was still able to get a great seat with an excellent view of the entire band. And an all star band it was! Mike Stern, who played guitar with Miles in the early 80s, Marcus Miller who co-wrote and played bass on Miles’ Tutu album, Kenny Garret who played saxophone with Miles in the late 80s, Wallace Roney who inherited Miles’ trumpet, and the amazing Brian Blade on drums.
The show didn’t start until almost 11pm but was really a one of a kind treat and easily worth the loss of a few hours of sleep.
My favorite piece was “Someday My Prince Will Come” – the saxophone solo was excellent.
I’ve been exploring Chick Corea’s massive body of work and really enjoying it. I recommend “Light as a Feather” as a good place to start as well as the solo piano albums.
The 10th annual boys’ weekend is here and for the first time it’s not in New Orleans. We tried something new with the 23rd annual edition of the Telluride, CO Blues and Brews festival. Three days of music and beer at high altitude in Colorado. We flew into Grand Junction and then drove to Telluride with a short stop in Montrose for refreshments at an interesting dive bar (Niko’s).
Here’s a picture of Telluride village from the cable car that runs over to Mountain Village. The festival was held in the park at the end of the village on the right had side of this view.
After the long drive, all we could muster for on Thursday night was a cocktail at the bar downstairs from our condo.
Friday began with a trip on the cable car over to Mountain village and a kick-off bloody Mary.
Then it was back over to the village for the festival. A huge highlight for me was Jason Isbell who played a varied and spectacular set. Joe Walsh closed the day and was as zany as ever. Here’s his tribute to Glen Frey, “Take it to the Limit”. It got very cold very quickly when the sun set behind the mountains – many layers needed.
After a quick rest back at the condo we headed out to the New Sheridan bar to listen to some excellent reggae music. The place was totally packed and the music was great.
Saturday began with the first of a couple of torture sessions that I was in store for – a hike 1200 feet up the Beaver Creek trail to some waterfalls. Breath doesn’t come easy at that altitude and climbing that quickly. And for pure humiliation I was passed by a 3 legged chihuahua on the way up and down. The views were excellent though. There was no time for lolly-gagging on the trail since the Grand Tasting started at the festival at 11am. This is an event where 30 or so local breweries provide tastings of their brews – and it’s included in the price of admission and so not to be missed.
After the tasting we saw performances by the California Honeydrops (recommended), North Mississippi Allstars (mixed reviews), Anders Osborne (pictures below and a good performance with just a bit too much noodling and fiddling with overdrive effects), and Gary Clark to close out (great start to the set with Bright Lights). It quickly got too cold for much more of the fest.
In the evenings the festival puts on “Juke Joint” events at small halls throughout the village. We caught performances at both the Sheridan Opera House and the Elk’s lodge just down from the condo where the Delgado brothers put on an excellent show for a small number of blues fans. I last saw them at Biscuits and Blues in San Francisco and they were equally good at altitude.
Sunday started well with a trip on the gondola back over to Mountain Village. The plan was to have brunch and enjoy the Cowboys game. That went well for about an hour and then the deadly duo (Denny and Sean) were able to arrange a mountain biking tour they really, really wanted to do. So back over the mountain, pick up bikes and gear, load into a transit van and head up to 10,500 feet to start the Galloping Goose run. This was advertised as a perfect “intro” mountain bike ride suitable for kids.
It started out well with wide, easy trails and these gorgeous views. My first challenge was a puncture about a half mile above Trout Lake pictured above. The crew was completely oblivious to my issue as I walked down to meet them at the lake. Puncture repaired, we headed on down. Some road riding was fine, and then the torture began. Narrow and very steep trails through the woods and streams, and then a couple of miles along the side of a cliff on a narrow pathway. I’m not good with heights – particularly steep drop offs – so there was some walking for me. 17 miles later and a 2200 foot descent and the torture was over and I was ready for a drink and something good to eat. My fist mountain biking experience is behind me. Lesson learned – investigate the reality of the trail before starting.
Monday was a short drive back to Montrose airport and a quick flight home. Montrose has 3 gates but has a TSApre line – something not offered at DFW terminal B with 30 plus gates.
Another excellent boys’ trip in the books. Time to start planning to make Cuba a reality next year.
Ahhh Paris again – the food, the wine, the cafes, the beautiful picnic spots, the architecture and the atmosphere. I would move here in an instant if there were no constraints on my life (like making a living and being able to afford a nice place to live).
We stayed at the lovely Westin hotel on the Rue de Rivoli which has a great central location and excellent views of the Louvre, the Tuilleries gardens and the Eiffel tower.
On Monday night we walked to the nearby Bar Absinthe for a nice outdoor meal on the square – I had a very tasty sea bass.
The next morning, after a multi-course breakfast buffet, it was off to Montmartre for one of our favorite meals. We almost worked off our breakfast climbing the never ending stairs from the Abesses metro station to Montmartre but weren’t quite ready for lunch. Stopped at a great open air cafe for a Bloody Mary and the crossword. Then on to Cafe Bruant for their amazing duck and foie gras salad and a huge pot of moules frites.
After lunch some exercise was definitely in order. We took the metro over to the Bastille area and searched for something called the Promenade Plante. We eventually tracked it down and it was worth the effort. Similar to the HiLine in New York this is an old elevated railway viaduct line that has been reclaimed as a green zone with walking path and an excellent variety of gardens and plants. The arches under the viaduct have been turned into artists studios. A great use of a disused railway.
And after all of that it was time for a refreshment. We walked to the relatively nearby (getting our exercise today for sure) Moonshiner speakeasy. It’s always great fun to walk through the pizzeria fridge back into a 1920s style speakeasy.
A late dinner at La Coupe D’Or (the corner bar to the apartment we stayed at for my 50th birthday) consisted of escargots (with no garlic or butter:)) and steak tartar. All served by the excellent Pasquale who’s been at this cafe for 3 years now.
Wednesday started with a quick visit to the local supermarket to pick up wine, pate, and a baguette – all for much less than they would cost in the U.S. From there we rode the bateaux bus (a taxi service on the Seine) up to the Eiffel tower and had a very relaxing picnic. Then we relaxed in the sun and read our books for a while. It was disappointing to see all the new security measures around the Eiffel tower but understandable given the recent news in Paris.
Dinner that night was at a new restaurant that we found online. “Pirouette” is located in the Les Halles area and we really enjoyed the young and vibrant atmosphere of the squares around the restaurant.
Thursday was much like Tuesday and Wednesday, which is a very good thing. We took the metro over to the St Germain neighborhood (one of our favorites). We had coffee at a cafe and gave our brains a modicum of exercise with the crossword. Then we found a local market with very helpful staff to select wine, pate and cheese for our next picnic. The location du jour was the Luxembourg gardens. More formal than our prior picnic spots but very picturesque with colorful flowers and the Versailles style gardens.
Our last (sniff, sniff) dinner in Paris was at another new restaurant called Juveniles. We were able to get some exercise walking there from the hotel for about 20 minutes. Juveniles is a very small family run place with a small menu focused on local, fresh produce. It’s also a local wine shop and had great wines at good prices. The foie gras (yes again – and not feeling even slightly guilty) appetizer was outstanding as were the entrees – Diana had tuna and I had guinea hen with the tastiest parsnips that I’ve had.
And another perfect stay in Paris comes to an end. Time to make plans to come back soon.
I arrived in New York on Monday afternoon to a heavy thunderstorm. Circled La Guardia for a couple of hours before landing and then took over an hour to drive to the hotel due to the weather. The travel woes were quickly forgotten as I headed to the Village Vanguard jazz club for an evening with the Village Vanguard jazz orchestra. This is a 16 piece all star ensemble that plays most Monday nights. The celebrated their 50 year anniversary in February.
I sat next to a middle school music teacher from Chicago who plays drums in a local big band. He was a great source of comments on the drumming and the band in general and has several students who have gone on to have professional music careers. What a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
It was interesting to see the Village Vanguard in a documentary called “Becoming Mike Nichols” that I watched between catch up naps on Saturday – apparently he and Elaine May performed there in their early days as an improv duo. The documentary was about Nichols work up to and including “The Graduate” which was his first movie at age 36. It was also Dustin Hoffman’s first movie – Nichols had seen him perform at an off-Broadway production.
Tuesday and Wednesday were long work days at 180 Maiden Lane in the Wall St area. 80 folks locked up in an auditorium with rotating speakers, panels, and group discussions.
Wednesday night was another excellent music adventure. I took the subway up to the Times Square area and saw Joe Ely performing at B.B. King’s club. This club is set up like a supper club with good food, drinks, and great seating/views. I remember seeing Joe Ely for the first time at an outdoor amphitheater in San Antonio over 20 years ago – Ian Moore was the guitarist in his band. He is a great singer/songwriter, originally from Lubbock, TX. His stories and songs were very enjoyable – particularly in the solo acoustic setting. Here’s a movie I made from a few clips I took during the evening. My favorite song of the evening was “Live Forever” by Billy Joe Shaver. I didn’t get a video of that one but it did remind me of the Bugs Henderson song, “I wish I could write like Billy Joe”; a tribute to his stellar songwriting skills.
Here’s some Bugs Henderson – I really miss seeing him live since he passed a few years ago. A trademark Bugs solo starts at 2:48.
Thursday was another work day in New York and then travel back that evening – another weather delayed flight that got me back home pretty late.
Friday night was pizza and wine night with the Wahba’s at their home – trying to distract Patty from her bad news.
On Saturday I made my first Blue Apron meal in a while. Catfish with ponzu and red pepper sauce, ginger toasted peanuts, garlic infused rice, and sesame seed zucchini.
I finished the book “Just Mercy” by Bryan Stevenson this week. This is a mind blowing account of the racial injustices of the judicial system in the South (particularly Alabama) told through stories of many cases that the author, a Harvard lawyer who has never really earned much of a living, has worked on over the last 20 years. The progress that Stevenson has driven almost single handedly over the years with many Supreme Court hearings is phenomenal.
I spent most of Monday in the air to Tokyo (13 hours). The flight was smooth, I watched a couple of movies and slept for about 6 hours. The first movie was “Eddie the Eagle” – a bit silly but I really enjoyed it. There’s a scene where his Dad asks not to be interrupted as he watches “It’s a Knockout”. This was a real trip down memory lane for me as I remember well watching that show and making a family trip to watch it live in Greenock (I think it was Greenock anyway). I laughed at Eddie’s comment that he was “a bit queasy” going down the 70m jump right before he attempted the 90m. This also reminded me of a family vacation in Austria where we visited the Innsbruck Olympic ski jump – I remember being shocked at the length and height. One of my colleagues in Japan is from England and we had a good time reliving the Eddie Olympics over dinner.
Lunch on the flight was duck with a curry sauce which was surprisingly good for an airline meal – I knew I was taking a bit of a risk with duck which can be very dry in the best of places. My afternoon movie was “London has Fallen” – an action drama about a terrorist attack when world leaders attend the funeral of the Prime Minister in London. Gerard Butler does his best James Bond act. A good airline movie but not as entertaining as Eddie the Eagle.
I read a good article in the New York Times on the plane about the actor Paul Giamatti (one of my favourites). His Dad was the Major League Baseball commissioner when he was growing up – which I did not know. Apparently Paul didn’t care for baseball growing up and still doesn’t really have much interest.
Tokyo arrival time was 2pm on Tuesday afternoon. Customs was quick and easy and I managed to get a nice afternoon swim in the hotel pool. I stayed at the Andaz which occupied the top 5 floors of the Toranomon Hills tower (a pretty swanky building in a nice part of Tokyo). The views from the pool/health club and the restaurant were great. The building that looks like the Eiffel tower is an old cell phone antenna tower.
Wednesday was a very busy day of back to back meetings and I sampled a LOT of excellent Japanese food. First was a massive bento lunch box with delicious selections of sushi and sashimi.
Dinner was a ridiculously good feast at a French style restaurant. We sat at a bar that was essentially a large hibachi grill and ordered the chef’s choice menu. This consisted of an amazing array of beautifully prepared and presented dishes. My favourites included the langoustine, foie gras stuffed burger, and the pistachio mousse desert. The mousse reminded me of the dessert at Lilette in New Orleans that Anne reshaped after taking a bite when I went to the restroom – also a pistachio mousse. The care that the Japanese chef put into the sauces and presentation was very impressive – all the more so as we were sitting watching everything he did.
On Thursday night a group of us had a traditional Japanese dinner – the kind where you take off your shoes and sit on the floor in your own partitioned room. Again lots of courses but nothing to compare to the excellent Wednesday night feast.
Thursday was also our friend Pride’s (175 lb Great Dane) birthday. Here he is being tortured in his 3 year old (legal drinking age for a dog) hat and tie.
I woke early on Friday, had a short workout and a nice feast from the hugely varied breakfast buffet before heading to the airport for the 11 hour flight back to Dallas. I thought about attending the Porsche meeting that I saw at the hotel. There was a tempting option as I got to the gate for the Dallas flight – right next door was a flight to Paris. The flight was a smooth 11 hours, arrived early and customs and the drive home were quick and painless.
Diana did a great job of making sure I didn’t nap too long on Friday afternoon and keeping me up until normal bedtime. This meant I didn’t really have too much jet lag over the weekend. On Friday night we watched the Olympic trials with a huge highlight being the Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte 200m medley race. It lived up to all the hype with a fantastic race and Phelps just edging Lochte.
There wasn’t much time for music this week. Some great saxophone jazz at the Andaz bar on Thursday night was about it. I did find that there’s a Blue Note jazz club in Tokyo that had some big names – will have to check it out if i ever make it back.
Alicia did have another “gig” on Saturday morning at the downtown McKinney farmers’ market. She did an excellent combination of flute pieces and guitar/singing and did very well with tips this time.
We watched the movie “Broadcast News” from 1987 on Saturday night. I’d forgotten how good it was. Holly Hunter, Aaron Brooks, and William Hurt are all excellent and look so young.
I finished “Shame” by Salman Rushdie this week. It was a very strange novel set in a country that is “not quite Pakistan”. I had read good reviews of the book but thought it was really just a bunch of nonsense with an interesting setting. I think the New York Times got it right with their review stating that – “It is probably easier to play croquet (as in ”Alice in Wonderland”) with flamingos as mallets and hedgehogs as balls than to give a coherent plot summary of ”Shame.”
Sunday was a relaxing day – a workout followed by coffee and crosswords and some time out by the pool (getting some sun so that I won’t burn in Cozumel).
This was a much quieter week than the last two. On Monday, Diana took Kris and Cat to the airport for their flight back to San Jose with a stop at Pappadeaux en route for oyster fest.
Early Tuesday morning I headed to Houston for a couple of days – managed to avoid the majority of the heavy rain and flooding. That night I went to my favorite music restaurant, Sambuca. The music was disappointing – a weak cover band doing Beatles songs and the like – way too heavy on the bass and nothing much to keep my attention. Thankfully, the chilli rubbed scallops on risotto coins was as good as ever. I read some of my book and tried to ignore the music as much as possible.
I made a couple of Blue Apron meals – Spiced Lamb and Beef Tagine with Lemon-Garlic Couscous and Labneh, and Chicken Picatta with Fusilli Pasta and Garlic Chives. Labneh is a kind of yogurt that went really well with the lamb. This was our favorite week so far of these meals – both had great flavor.
I signed up for the wine pairings from Blue Apron and those have been very nice. They send you small bottles that are just right for 2 people and pair with each of the meals for the month.
On Wednesday night, the Golden State Warriors defeated the Cleveland Cavaliers very handily. On Sunday they completely destroyed them – made the Lebron James squad look like a college team. The performance from the Warriors bench players in both games has been amazing with different players stepping up in each game. I looked into tickets for game 5 in Oakland – but decided to pass on $700 a seat for the nose bleed area.
We watched the movie, “A Walk in the Woods” – Robert Redford plays Bill Bryson, the travel writer who wrote the book about his months on the Appalachian trail. I really enjoyed the book and the movie gets a solid B- as reasonably mindless entertainment. Nick Nolte as Bryson’s traveling companion was entertaining but completely divergent from the book.
New music this week was from Marc Broussard. He’s playing at the Granada theater on Greenville Avenue later in the year and I wanted to check out some of his music to see if it was a good pick to attend. I saw him briefly at One Eyed Jack’s in New Orleans a few years ago but we were late and didn’t get too much to judge from. I liked his music a lot and bought tickets. Here’s one of my favorites, “I’ll Never Know”. His phrasing is very similar to Chris Stapleton on several songs.
We have the Ian Moore concert at the Granada next week and I’ve been revisiting some of my favorites from him. Really looking forward to the show. Ian sings like an angel and is a fantastic blues guitarist.
I made a last minute trip to New York on Monday for a 6 hour meeting that ran from 1-7pm. It was difficult to find a flight that got there in time, so I tried Virgin America for the first time. Virgin was a pleasant change from American Airlines – the seats seemed a bit larger and the in-flight entertainment was good – including the ability to order food and drink from the seat back entertainment screen. I watched a remake of the movie “Point Blank” on the flight – it was like a Warren Miller ski/snow board adventure film – great stunts and scenery with a weak plot and acting – good material to pass the time on a plane. Here’s what I thought was an over the top demonstration of law enforcement as I was pulling up to my hotel to change for the meeting.
The conference room that I was confined to for 6 hours at least had a very nice view.
After the meeting I attempted to visit the Village Vanguard jazz club in Greenwich Village. On Monday nights the Village Vanguard Orchestra plays – they and the club are celebrating their 50th anniversary this year and are world renowned. When I got there the show was sold out but there was a short line for no-shows. I got in line and unfortunately was the first one in line that didn’t get in – the last group of 4 taken was right in front of me.
Here’s a video of the orchestra so that you can see what I missed.
I was pretty tired at this point (car service picked me up from home at 5am) and so just headed back to the hotel with the help of the New York subway iPhone app.
On the walk from the subway station to the hotel I passed “bookend” restaurants for my time with Mark DeBenedictus at AIG. Bailey’s is where I had breakfast with Mark when he first pitched me on the idea of leaving HP and joining AIG. Giardino D’Or is where we had Mark’s last supper on the evening that he left AIG.
Tuesday began with a few meetings and then a flight back to Dallas. I read a bit of my “All the light we cannot see” book – the setting has now moved to St Malo which reminds me of our family vacation in Brittany and several visits there. I also discovered some new music on the Virgin in-flight music channels. Here’s some things I enjoyed listening to:
Hearing the band “Pearl Django” made me think of the jazz music played at cafes in Paris – apparently it’s known as “French Jazz” or “Gypsy Jazz”. The Pearl Django music is inspired by the jazz guitarist Django Reinhard. Here’s some of their music and an excellent French Jazz playlist that I found on Spotify.
Guy Clark, a classic Texas songwriter, famous for “Desperados waiting on a train” and “LA Freeway” passed on Tuesday. I remember watching a great cover of this at Tolbert’s restaurant in downtown Dallas over 20 years ago – can’t for the life of me remember the name of the musician performing it. Here’s Guy Clark’s original version. I also recommend the versions by The Highwaymen and Jerry Jeff Walker. It was interesting to read that Guy was also an excellent guitar maker and made a living doing this while writing songs in LA prior to his move to Nashville and the release of his classic albums.
Wednesday was a quiet work from home day. I managed to catch up with a few backlogged crosswords as well. The Blue Apron delivery arrived and I made Red Curry and Coconut Shrimp Stir-Fry with Rice Noodles and Pea Shoots for dinner.
On Thursday I braved the commute to Roanoke after a few meetings at home. A pleasant stop on the way was at the coffee shop in Grapevine where I finished the USA today crossword in reasonable time.
I escaped for a quick lunch at my favorite local New Orleans style restaurant, “Bayou Jack’s” – a bowl of their delicious crawfish bisque. I heard a number of good new musical artists on the commutes. Snarky Puppy is interestingly from Dallas and is playing at the Granada theater tonight.
I have to do some research to find out the name of the drummer on the Joey Defrancesco track – he sounded amazing.
I switched from Jazz and the Jam_On Sirius station over to B.B. King’s Bluesville station and came across Eric Bibb – sounded a lot like really good Robert Cray.
I arrived home to find the pool busy draining all its water out into the street. We’re having the re-plastering redone to remove the streaks and inconsistent staining.
Another Blue Apron dinner on Thursday night. This time soy-glazed meatballs with jasmine rice, Swiss chard, radish and scallion. Another great tasting meal.
On Friday we headed out to the Four Seasons golf course in Irving, TX to watch the 2nd round of the Byron Nelson golf tournament. We try to head out for at least one day each year. It’s not as luxurious these days since EDS isn’t the sponsor – no luxury boxes, food and drink. Here are Diana and our friend Vinod enjoying the action on the 17th green.
We walked most of the course, educating Vinod on the basics of golf as we went. We watched Ernie Els, Sergio Garcia (getting ready to tee off below), Matt Kuchar and several others along the way. Sergio ended up winning on Sunday after a sudden death playoff with Brooks Koepka from Florida. It was an exciting finish with several players having a chance to win.
New albums were released this week by 2 veterans – Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan. So far, I much prefer the Bob Dylan classic song covers. Eric Clapton’s is pleasant with great musicianship but doesn’t keep my attention the way his older albums still do. It’s very much of a J.J. Cale tribute continuation with 2 covers and several of the Tulsa musicians that played on all J.J.’s classic recordings.
Sunday dinner was the last of the Blue Apron deliveries for this week – Seared Chicken and Verjus Pan Sauce with mashed potatoes, mushrooms and kale. I had to look up Verjus Blanc (white grape juice) – the tart, fresh juice of unripe wine grapes. It is a culinary ingredient indigenous to the world’s wine producing regions that is used in sauce making, for poaching fish and meat, and to dress lettuces, vegetables and fruit.
I was finally able to track down a near pristine used copy of an album that I loved in University – “Bright Size Life” by Pat Metheny.
This was released in 1976 and was one of the first recordings by both Pat Metheny and my favorite bass player, Jaco Pastorius (of Weather Report fame). I used Jaco’s solo album to audition hi-fi speakers – 90% of them rattle during his “Portrait of Tracy”. This album is for Pat Metheny what “Kind of Blue” is for Miles Davis. All music lovers should hear this music. The collaboration of Pat, Jaco and Bob Moses on drums is amazing. The music has a lot of empty space that highlights the way Jaco plays electric bass like a lead instrument and really enhances Metheney’s playing (which almost has a country twang sound in places – a sound rarely heard in jazz). Moses’ explosive but very detailed drumming is quite unique and adds a very interesting texture to the music. There’s a new documentary out about Jaco that I’ll have to watch soon.
I worked in New York from Monday through Wednesday this week on business. Home base was the Hyatt Regency in Jersey City. The water taxi is a great way to get from the hotel to Wall St.
The hotel bar/restaurant area has a great view of the new Freedom Tower that sits very close to Ground Zero. Here are the night time and early morning views:
The extensive travel allowed me to read quite a bit, listen to some new music and revisit some old favorite music. I finished reading Kate Atkinson’s “A God in Ruins” – an enjoyable novel centered around the life story of a WWII bomber pilot and 4 generations of his family – I’ll be posting a detailed review later this week. I started reading Anthony Doerr’s “All the Light We Cannot See” and am looking forward to digging into it.
On the music front, I’m really enjoying new releases from Keb Mo’ and Sturgill Simpson – see my separate post in the music category.
I stumbled across a great video deconstructing Steely Dan’s “Deacon Blues” – again more detailed in my separate post.
The same “Daily Music Break” that led me to the “Deacon Blues” video also reacquainted me with Ry Cooder’s excellent early albums – particularly “Paradise and Lunch” and the song “Jesus is on the Mainline”. I’m off to write a separate post on that song and his albums from the same early 70s period now.
The flight back from New York on Wednesday night was smooth and on time (albeit a bit hot and stuffy on board). I watched the movie “Pawn Sacrifice” to pass some of the time. The plot was a bit slow (since we know the outcome) but a good historical perspective on the Cold War told through the 1972 World Chess Championship. Tobey Maquire (always get him confused with Jake Gyllenhal) and Liev Schreiber both give strong performances as Bobby Fisher and Boris Spassky. The most interesting part was watching Bobby and the Peter Sarsgaard character play mental chess – all the masters are apparently to carry the picture of an active chess board in their minds and manage multiple moves ahead without the need for a physical representation.
On Thursday our friend Tim was in Plano on business from Pennsylvania. He treated us to dinner at Harry’s on the Harbor and then we hung out on the patio, caught up on families and listened to some music. It’s been around six months since I was able to catch up with Timmy in a relaxed environment – a very enjoyable evening.
The magnolias in our back garden are in a blooming frenzy – several new blooms open up every morning.
I was reading a New York Times article about Paris and this picture of the blossoms made me wish I could head there for nice long weekend at this time of year – not until August.
Saturday was our normal morning dancing lesson. I worked really hard to get the “cross body lead” step in the Bolero down – it feels really unnatural and awkward. After some practice at home in the afternoon it’s getting better. We also learned how to do a 180 degree turn in the Texas two step and then how to flip back the other way. Our instructor, Kathleen, commented that I had a “predisposition to small circles” for the two step. I explained that comes from avoiding various pieces of furniture when we’re practicing.
On Saturday afternoon we went to see the move, “Sing Street”. We really enjoyed it and were reminded of “The Commitments” from 20 or more years ago – also based on kids in Ireland and music.
It’s directed by John Carney who did “Once” and “Begin Again” – both movies that I really enjoyed, “Once” being a top 10 movie for me. The main character, Conor, starts a band to impress a girl who claims to be a model. The relationship between Conor and his older brother is one of the highlights of the film – particularly as Conor is educated on the best new 80s music that we grew up listening to. The other highlight is the music videos that the kids create to accompany the new songs they write – all very clever and funny.
I should watch “The Commitments” again this coming week – it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed it.
Sunday morning was quite busy. I made us one of my signature veggie omelets with special additions of some sliced Brie and pancetta. Then headed to my health club for a swim, a soak in the hot tub, and a steam. After that we made a Home Depot trip for various light bulbs and some flowers for the front garden. We spent a happy couple of hours getting everything arranged and planted. Thankfully we’ve had a lot of rain and the ground is very soft and easy for planting.
My 6’5″ nephew, Struan, earned his Queen’s Boys Brigade award and it was presented to him in St Columbas church in Stewarton today.
From the Boy’s Brigade website:
The Queen’s Badge is the highest award that may be gained by a member of The Boys’ Brigade. It’s a real opportunity; it aims to challenge and equip the individual, provide new opportunities and expand horizons while remaining accessible to young people of all abilities.
A young person wishing to work towards their Queen’s Badge must first have completed their President’s Badge. The Queen’s Badge offers the chance to engage with the local community, take on responsibility, set personal goals, build self confidence and experience a sense of achievement.
In 2014, young people completing their Queen’s Badge contributed over 75,000 hours of volunteering within The Boys’ Brigade and their wider community.
On stage at the Seaenger Theater the last Saturday night of Jazz Fest, April 30th, Was, holding with his bass guitar and wearing a most funky felt Fedora-style hat, was introduced as musical director for The Last Waltz New Orleans, a celebration of the fabled farewell concert (and landark rock-umentary) by The Band occasion of its 40th anniversary. A Grammy-winning musician and producer, Was served as musical director last Jazz Fest for “Nevilles Forever” at the Saenger plus, in tandem with Blackbird Presents, similar all-star tributes to Dr. John, Gregg Allman and Kris Kristofferson.
Despite some disappointment over the announced “special guests” not including special guests in town for the last weekend of Jazz Fest—original Last Waltz performers including Neil Young, Mavis Staples, and Dr. John—Was and Warren Haynes and company, equipped with superb musicianship, love of the material and a swinging joie de vivre, succeeded in evoking the timeless sound and mythic vibe surrounding seminal roots-rock The Band’s swan song held over Thanksgiving 1976 at the Winterland in San Francisco.
Renowned for absurdly complex arrangements in a sprawling, organic rock groove, The Band made music for the masses and the sophisticates. To tackle this considerable canon, Was teamed up with Haynes (Gov’t Mule, Allman Brothers Band) to recruit a band consisting of New Orleans native Terence Higgins (drums), John Medeski (keys), Michael McDonald (keys, vocal), and for that “Down South” flavor crucial to The Band—comprised of Canadians but anchored by the soul of the late Levon Helm, born in Turkey Scratch, Arkansas—Jamey Johnson, an outlaw-country crooner and guitar-shredder. A superb horn section highlighted by local trombonist Mark Mullins was featured throughout the show. As befitting a Last Waltz tribute, marked in stage décor by two large, elegant chandeliers hung above the stage, a parade of special guests continued throughout the night.
Jamey Johnsoon, unfamiliar to many in the preppy hippie, neo-groover crowd, showed he came prepared and ready to rock when he took lead vocals on the opening “Cripple Creek.” Haynes declared, “I know we’re in Louisiana, but it’s still appropriate,” before a cover of Ray Charles’ “Georgia”—one of a handful of tunes not in the original Last Waltz—with McDonald and McDonald trading verses on lead vocals. An expected, but most exuberant, “Down South in New Orleans” by Bobby Charles followed, propelled by guests Cyril and Ivan Neville and which featured the night’s first explosive jam. Willie Nelson’s son Lukas Nelson (in town with Neil Young’s back Promise of the Real) sang “It Makes No Difference” next. Haynes then described how they approached the Band’s song with the intent to mix up arrangements, proving so with up-tempo gusto as Dave Malone’s voice and axe-handling on the early-Elvis romp, “Mystery Train.” With Johnson back on vocals, a thunderous “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” closed.
Organ/piano maestro John Madeski led a chunky, funky keys jam to drive “Rag Mama Rag” to open the second set. Nelson soon returned to lead on “Helpless,” in honor of Neil Young’s haunting contribution (edited-out coke nose notwithstanding) to the Band’s final gig, which fell flat if for other reason than Young’s looming absence and was bludgeoned by McDonald, well, McDonalding all over the vocals. Coming on the 33rd anniversary of Muddy Waters’ death, with promises to “wake him up,” members of Waters’ old bands took the stage for a blistering “Mannish Boy,” with local bluesman Smokey Greenwell fervently working his harmonica to reach both heaven and hell. An annoy euphoria clouded the crowd sing-along of “Forever Young,” a trait that continued in subsequent songs “Caravan” (no Van Morrison), “The Weight” (what was Mavis Staples doing that night?), and the concluding “I Shall Be Released.”
Taking the stage for the encore, Haynes said to the crowd, “I’ve been told this is the last song The Band ever played,” before sailing into a rollicking “Don’t Do It.” A plea for mercy from the one you love, the song sent the sold-out Saenger audience out onto a Canal Street Saturday Night, smiling and satisfied to a heartfelt tribute to the Band they love and miss that, despite a few shortcomings, was northing short of life-affirming.
Setlist:
Set I: “Cripple Creek,” “The Shape I’m In,” “Stage Fright,” “Georgia,” “Down South in New Orleans,” “Ophelia,” “It Makes No Difference,” “Mystery Train,” “Wheels on Fire,” “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” (67 mins)
Set II: “Rag Mama Rag,” “Life Is a Carnival,” “Helpless,” “King Harvest,” “Mannish Boy,” “Further Down the Road,” “Forever Young,” “Caravan,” “The Weight,” “I Shall Be Released” (65 mins)
Monday was our last full day in New Orleans. I suppose all good things must come to an end. We had an early lunch at St Roch Market.
“St. Roch Market is a southern food hall featuring a diverse lineup of food and beverage purveyors. Open daily, we offer a unique dining experience along with great shopping and an excellent craft cocktail bar. For entrepreneurs, the Market represents the ultimate platform to grow a food brand and build consumer exposure.”
We had some excellent Bao and a quinoa salad. The Bao on the left is the Duo – Stir fry mushrooms, cucumbers, pickled roots, cilantro, fried onions, spicy ponzu. On the right is the Chairman – Roasted pork belly, cucumbers, pickled roots, cilantro, spicy ponzu.
After St Roch we headed over to the Louisiana Music Factory on Frenchmen Street. This is a local music store that specializes in local Louisiana music. The Creole String Beans were just starting a concert in the store and played through their new album.
From the music factory we embarked on the traditional French Quarter ramble. First stop was at Miss Molly’s for a frozen Irish coffee. Then stops at Diana’s favorite New Orleans themed stores – Razzle Dazzle, Roux on Royal etc. We picked up some chocolates at Sucre and then headed back to Frenchmen St via Tableau.
For our last meal on Tuesday we had lunch at a relatively new Israeli restaurant on Magazine Street called “Shaya”. The annual James Beard restaurant awards were presented on Monday night and this restaurant won “Best New Restaurant in the U.S”, a very prestigious award.
Shaya is an innovative restaurant with a warm and welcoming approach to the dining culture inspired by Chef Alon Shaya’s Israeli upbringing. Chef Alon sees modern Israeli food as a grand mosaic, drawing influence from North Africa, the Middle East, Eastern Europe, Turkey and Greece. The food of Alon’s heritage represents a country rich in diversity of cuisine and culture, inspired by years of tradition while also looking to its contemporary future. The menu at Shaya reflects the ongoing evolution of Israeli food, while celebrating the abundance of Louisiana, and Alon’s close relationships with local farmers, fostered by his ongoing work with the Crescent City Farmer’s Market. In keeping with the the ethos of all of the Besh restaurants, Shaya uses seasonal, responsibly- and locally-sourced ingredients.
Similar to Alon’s other establishments in New Orleans, the wood-fire oven is central to both the menu and the dining experience, starting with the incredible homemade, wood-fired pita. To create the menu, Alon looked to his past (many recipes are those that he cooked with his grandmother), and his recent travels; in 2014, he spent time in Israel immersing himself in the vibrant culture and cuisine of his homeland. Many of the dishes on the diverse menu are meant to be shared.
We sat on the back patio and enjoyed one of the few pleasant and dry days during our visit. I had the falafel sandwich and Diana had a delicious lamb kebab (my favorite after the lamb ragu hummus.
On Wednesday we received the next Blue Apron delivery and continue to really enjoy the meals and the cooking experience. On Wednesday we had crispy cod tacos with chipotle cabbage slaw. I added all of the pepper sauce to the coleslaw and it was a bit too spicy for comfort.
Saturday was Pork Tteokbokki with asparagus and spicy black bean sauce. It also included Korean rice cakes which had a chewy but crisp consistency like the Korean Bao sliders from a few weeks ago. This was my favorite of the three meals this week. On Sunday we made Spring Chicken Fettuccine with sauteed asparagus, kale, and rosemary. Alicia commented that the kale tasted much better than she expected and for a while she didn’t even notice the asparagus that she was eating.
We had a surprise guest for the weekend. On Thursday night Diana heard from Paul Castle Dine (PCD) in Australia. He let her know he was coming to Dallas from Sydney for the weekend on his way to Raleigh, NC and was hoping to stay with us. PCD worked for Diana when she was in Australia and they became great friends.
We learned when Paul arrived that while he was in the air for 16 hours from Sydney to Dallas, his Raleigh plans had changed and he was to go directly to London. He is taking a new job with Cisco in London supporting a huge new deal with Barclay’s bank and is moving there from Sydney sometime soon.
On Saturday morning I took PCD for a haircut and then a beer at Delaney’s (our local Irish theme pub). We sampled the Franconia beer made locally in McKinney.
Then a late lunch at Rye in downtown McKinney. I tried the barrel aged Negroni cocktail which was much smoother and tastier than I was expecting.
On Sunday we had Tari and Bill over for a mother’s day brunch. Tari was PCD’s boss in Australia immediately before Diana – so he had his two “chiefs” together. Tari and Bill are in the midst of a downsizing move from their home in Allen to a private lake community in Gainsville.
What we anticipated to be a quite week after returning from New Orleans, picked up steam over the weekend. It was great to host PCD – he’s such an easy guest and hilarious company.