I have no idea what my day will hold. This isn’t unusual, but today’s uncertainty spans state lines. Liam came down with what may be the dreaded norovirus yesterday, and it’s hard to know whether to fly directly into the face of it, or wait a few days. It’s Valentine’s Day, and of course I want to be in the arms of my love. And put on a little nurse’s hat and dab at Liam’s brow, make him cinnamon toast. Deliberately challenging a successful virus (its clever shape defies hand sanitizer, very well done!) sounds a bit stupid though.
Gail and I went to Gate’s Pass yesterday to see if there might be any pods or good seeds about, and there were not, but we had fun.
Joe Pagac is repainting the wall outside of Hub and the Playground on Congress, and so no more angel and devil street shots. I’m sure that he’ll give us something else extraordinary… Joe isn’t one to paint dull walls.
Bryan Ferry is giving ten thousand interviews this month (I feel sorry for him) as his new Jazz Age record just came out. It must be hard to do when you get an interviewer that interrupts as much as Bob Boilen. I am sympathetic to enthusiasm and I accidentally interrupt people too, which makes me shake my head at myself. Someone needs to take Bob Boilen aside and have him listen to his own interviews.
Anyway, if you can handle Bob (and the Shirelles, very grating) here is a link. I heard a new thing today, which is that Ferry is taking the “rock band” on the road with him as well as the jazz players. Which makes the shows in Europe this summer and autumn kind of a must-see instead of an “I hope he brings that to the US” sort of thing.
Also, huge thanks to the person who sent me this photograph in the mail. I framed it immediately. So sweet. Identify yourself!