Saturday 10/01/2022

Pretty much music all day. The first stop was the Eagle Inn, an historic building in fancy Victorian carpentry style that has recently been restored.

This band played standards and was ok but not great. On to the old art museum for Groovus, which was another version of Coots and Holland but with a bass player and a singer. Fun. Someone sitting next to us at the Eagle tipped us that there was a pizza by the slice place next to the Eureka Theater, which was next to the art museum. So we popped out for a slice of very good thin-crust pizza for lunch.

Back to the art museum for Then in the same venue for Katy Cavera and the Lost Boys, which turned out to be a pick-up band of Kata Cavera, a very personable guitar and banjo player, and most of the people from Clint Baker’s Jazz Band of yesterday. Anyway, good music.

While at the art museum I looked again at those ink-on-canvas drawings and picked one I could really enjoy owning, and emailed the artist about it. No reply yet.

At this point my butt was sore from sitting through three hour-long concerts so I suggested we go back to the hotel for a break. We met again at 4:30 and caught the shuttle back to the Eureka Theater for two more shows, a blues band and Tom Rigney with special guest, famous cajun fiddler player Michael Doucet. This was a good wrap-up to the whole thing.

Back to the hotel and then around the corner to the local restaurant for a late supper.

Friday 09/30/2022

Music didn’t start until 1pm so I had a lazy morning in my motel room, mostly reading. About 12 Jan and I walked around the corner to Katrina’s restaurant, a quite nice family kind of a place, for lunch. Then we took the car to the community center for the opening acts, as the free shuttle didn’t start running until 3pm.

Opening act, Cornet Chop Suey, was entertaining. Here’s a brief clip.

We drove to a different venue, the Veteran’s Memorial building, a 1932 structure recently renovated in spiffy 1932 art-deco style. We heard Clint Baker’s Jazz Band, a really sharp talented group with great musicianship. Unfortunately the auditorium in the Vet’s building had been restored with hard plaster walls and ceilings and the acoustics were very bright and echo-ey, not pleasant.

So we headed on to another venue, the Morris Art Gallery, another 1930s era building but with some interesting art exhibits that I got a brief look at. One room was a showing of works by Kay Harden, who does nature scenes using tiny little pens to make zillions of marks in ink on canvas. I really liked her stuff and who knows, someday I might buy a piece. Anyway the music here was Brian Holland and Danny Coots, who I went to see at a house concert just a couple months back. They also are really good.

It was now 5:30 and I noticed Jan looked a little bothered — turned out he had a headache — so we headed back for an hour’s break at the hotel. We rejoined for a quick supper at 6:30 and then got the hotel limo to drive us down to the community center for a great set by a group I’ve been following for more than a decade, Tom Rigney and Flambeau. They rocked out on their standard numbers and ended getting a well-deserved standing O from a large crowd. Here’s 5 seconds of them heading into “Orange Blossom Special”.

Yeah, I didn’t feel right recording any more. Look ’em up on youtube.

Tomorrow is a fuller day. However, we have decided to head home on Sunday. I’ve gone back and forth on this. To get home in reasonable time we need to start by, say, 10am, which would mean seeing none of the Sunday acts. Or staying the whole day and another night so as to have Monday for travel. OK, we have decided there’s nothing Sunday to keep us here. But tomorrow we will get pretty much a full day of music.

Thursday 09/29/2022

Watered the plants, had breakfast in the dining room, and at 9am joined Jan in the garage. Briefly familiarized myself with his 2021 Prius Prime and off we went. It’s a long damn drive, but a nice one. US 101 has been repaved from Ukiah on north fairly recently and it’s just a pleasant drive. I took the first 2 hours, up past Santa Rosa. We stopped for a coffee, then Jan drove a couple of hours. He’s 87, although still in pretty decent shape. Lunch in Ukiah? I think? And on to the finish, arriving just when the GPS had been saying we would for at least three hours, at 4:10.

(I am not as much a fan of the Prius Prime as I expected to be. The car itself is ok, somewhat bigger and maybe a little nicer on the freeway than my 2012. It has a huge screen but the user interface is … not friendly. A real mess for the driver to get anything done. Not great for the passenger, either, but at least the passenger can look at it long enough to figure out what it’s doing.)

Got checked in to our rooms and took a break. Then at 5:30 we went out to wait for the supposed festival shuttle. The hotel has its own limo and the driver was just hanging around the desk. She didn’t think the shuttle was running yet (turned out, it was) but volunteered to drive us to the first venue, a big community center on the waterfront. Got our festival wrist-bands which we have to wear all weekend.

The first band to play when they started at 6:30 was a rockabilly trio that Jan didn’t care for, nor me very much. So we got on the shuttle, which was operating, and rode around to the only other Thursday venue, the Red Lion hotel. There was a fairly amateurish dixieland group. We listened to them for a few numbers, then walked up the street to an Indian restaurant and had quite a decent supper. Walked back to the Red Lion and listened to a rather better dixieland group for a while and decided to call it a night. Shuttle back to the hotel and that’s it.

Wednesday 09/28/2022

Went for a walk in the morning. At 10, our head nurse Izzy came around to do my annual wellness checkup. She makes sure she has info on my medications; asks a few questions about abilities for activities of daily living; asks a few psych questions.

In the afternoon I tidied the apartment anticipating that it would be cleaned tomorrow as usual, but I wouldn’t be here — because, big excitement, I am going on a road trip tomorrow morning for a long weekend in Eureka. I expect I will probably blog from there also.

In the evening I ran a zoom simulcast of a lecture in the auditorium. This went pretty smoothly although I had a couple of glitches that were apparent only to the Zoom attendees and didn’t affect the presentation to the live audience.

Tuesday 09/27/2020

Well not much of a day. In the morning I went down to the gym and did the round of the machines. In the half hour before the writers meeting, I hastily wrote a four paragraph reminiscence which I will put in below.

At 2 I decided to go out and fuel up the car and get it washed, assuming I would be driving it to Eureka Thursday. But as I was pulling out of the garage, Jan, the guy I am traveling with to the music festival, pulled in, and stopped to talk and make plans. He drives a two-year-old Prius Prime and although he is a gentle-spoken soul, clearly would prefer to use it. So ok, why not. We will meet in the garage to depart, Thursday morning.

Later in the day I used Google maps to print a nice page showing all the convenient restaurants to our hotel in Eureka. Eureka has a whole lot of restaurants! Also the Festival sent out their final program including info on their shuttle service. There are nine venues for music and the shuttle will run to all of them every 20 minutes. The nice thing is, one of its stops is our hotel, the Best Western Humboldt Bay.

Here’s the thing I quickly wrote for the writers group. The theme we were to use was “Ceremonies or rites”. I don’t think I have the pastor’s name right.

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Services at the Benston (Washington) Assembly of God church were usually pretty staid. Opening hymn, announcements, another hymn. Our pastor, brother Levin, would preach one of his soporific sermons. He had a rabbity manner and a thin, reedy voice. All I remember of his talks is his habitual phrase, “And so we find…” introducing some predictable and ponderous conclusion from a scriptural reference. Well, I was 12 or 13 during his tenure, and not a sophisticated literary critic. All I knew was, he was boring.

Then another hymn and a long closing prayer. When a few years later I was introduced to Catholic services I was very slightly miffed to find out that all their leaders’ prayers were pre-scripted and read from a book. Heck, at least the Pentacostals had to improvise their prayers.

Revivals were different. I can’t say how the pastor and the board of elders would decide it was time for the series of special services that comprise a revival; nor do I know how they found and booked the visiting preacher who would come in to lead these events. Maybe the Assemblies of God headquarters (in Springfield, Missouri) maintained a catalog from which you could order a revival preacher. All that was over my head as a quietly resentful teenager.

Revivals were deliberately exciting. More hymns, up-tempo ones like Power in the Blood. Louder praying before a sermon by a guy who was definitely not rabbity or reedy. The sermon would be emotional and designed to inspire guilt, to make you fear the after-life you were sliding toward in your willful disregard of your sinful nature, to make you feel as if you had profoundly disappointed the suffering Savior, that you had really hurt Jesus’ feelings by rejecting his generous call.

And then the Altar Call. If you aren’t saved, or if you aren’t “right with God”, if you want to ask his forgiveness and get “right with God”, if you need healing, if you are troubled in mind — come to the altar, kneel, let us pray with you. Five minutes or more of such continuous urgings and pleadings, the preacher’s voice rising above the congregation singing Only Believe or The Old Rugged Cross.

I was an annoying teenager; I could recognize a naked appeal to emotion and scorn it. Usually. But once or twice they got past my defenses. Once or twice I joined the handful of others who would “heed the call” and come down and kneel at the alter. And feel the preacher’s warm hand on my head, twitching as he called out “Jesus help this young man to know you! In the name of Jesus we call for your sins to be forgiven.” Look through my fingers folded in front of my face and know that the only thing I felt was deep embarrassment combined with guilt. Not salvation, not liberation. Just a great desire to get it over with.

To the best of my recollection my parents never followed up on this, never asked what I might have felt, or how I was changed, by my altar experience — for which I’m grateful. Life went on.

Monday 09/26/2022

Went for the walk in the morning. Afterward, followed up on tech squad call to help my newest neighbor, Lil, who moved in down the hall from me last week. She was having some trouble using her house phone. I pretty much straightened her out I think.

Then down to FOPAL to process 8 boxes of computer books. Five boxes of rejects to the bargain room, the rest went on the shelves. It took 2:20.

In the afternoon I had an email from Caroline, a staff member, asking if the AV team could support a memorial on the 11th floor, and the family wanted a zoom simulcast for remote family members. I told her I’d get back. We have never done this. We do zoom simulcasts from the auditorium. It would be pretty similar on 11, but with different equipment. I am very wary of over-burdening my volunteers. So I sent an email querying the team’s opinions. That took a while to compose.

Sunday 09/25/2022

After the usual Sunday morning stuff I thought about what I could do to get out of the house. I decided to walk over to Stanford and visit the Cantor Museum. I ambled around and looked at stuff and took a few pictures.

That was about all the excitement for the day.

Saturday 09/24/2022

Went for a short walk. Mostly just hung around the house doing nothing useful but feeding hummingbirds. I have three different projects I feel a need to work on, and just can’t seem to apply myself to them.

At 1pm I joined 5 others to go to a play at the Pear Theater. I and Lois drove, so two blue 2012 Priuses. The play was Bull in a China Shop, about the life and loves of Mary Woolley, while she was president of Mount Holyoke College, early in the 20th century. (Article about the play and the author who was a Holyoke alumna.) This was performed by the same cast as in Collective Rage which the same group went to a couple weeks back (3.273).

Friday 09/23/2022

Took the standard walk in the morning. Then basically idled the day away like a couch potato. Until 4pm when the AV committee met. A successful meeting in that we assigned all the upcoming events to somebody. That was about it.

Oh, on my walk I came to a decision. I’ve been way too timid about traveling. I decided that by gum, I am going to get some traveling done. Next year. In December I will choose book and pay for some kind of a trip in spring 23.

Thursday 09/22/2022

This started as an uncommitted day, but I was bored. So I checkedandsure enough, nobody had signed up to do museum tours today. So I signed up for the noon tour. I printed one bridge picture. Then changed to my docent shirt and went to the museum. I ran the noon tour. Then I decided to be a hero and also ran the 2pm tour. Got home about 3:30.

At 5, I met with Nancy because she had a musician she has booked, who wanted to see the auditorium. That was about it for the day.

Well, not quite. Back about 2005 I set up a website, tassos-oak.com, to showcase my wonderful writing. About 2012 I decided to let it go and allowed the domain registration to lapse. Some prick immediately re-registered it and loaded it with my content, presumably scraped from the site before the domain lapsed. I only noticed this a year later.

At that time I paid a lawyer to write a letter and the site was taken down. A couple of years later I checked and it was back up. That time I went through the DMCA takedown process of the hosting service they were using, and it was taken down again.

Just for fun yesterday I checked again and a sadly truncated scrap of the old site is back up under the old domain name. They’ve dropped the screenplays and ebooks, keeping only a couple of pages and two old, short essays. The only change to my original content is a link to an advertising consultancy.

So I did some research on DMCA takedown notices. I would really like to make these sleazeballs pay but that probably isn’t in the cards.