Feeling slightly better, though exhausted. Begin the long process of transferring all the old Encore files from old computer to new via email (certainly there are faster ways), eventually turning all into pdfs and posting at Scribd to embed in markalburgerworks.blogspot.com. Transfer through Opus 7 Interrupted Interludes. Also begin publication orchestration of The Creation, then out the door with Harriet to a jazz party for
Ken Bullock's 58th birthday
after an hour commute in relentless rain (oh, yes, before this there was also the scope of a local church doing a Sex and the Bible series, but, alas they prove to be of the fundamentalist / megachurch / electric-folk-don't-read-much-sheet-music stripe... ["with his stripes?"...]), at
Cafe Royale in San Francisco (also the location we learn from a Google image search of a
recent public
reading).
The scene for the birthday boy (here with a friend of Indre's) is initially a
mellow
one
with a
post-bop trio (although several of us "sit in" from our seats on various bestowed percussion -- as for me, when given sleighbells, I tend to use them), a scene harkening back
to Keroauc, with many of us seemingly of that generation,
seeing and
being seen ("I could see whores on that balcony," says Harriet, thinking Threepenny), all
watched over by
capable staff.
The band joins in the increasing festivities, as the place starts to fill up, with hearty greetings from Maggie Tennenbaum's boyfriend and Jeff Kaliss (the latter, lamentably, only by phone), but, alas, it is our appointed hour across the
Golden Gate, over the
Headlands,
Route 37 marshes,
Napa River
Bridge, past
Vallejo
Cliffs,
St. John Mine Mountain Ranch,
Sentinel
Peak,
approaching
Cordelia
and
home, where it turns out the sunniest weather is ("well, did you learn anything, Dorothy?"), for page 7 of Song of Solomon: IV. Pulchra es (You Are Beautiful). Also find ourselves watching more videos (as it takes the mind off of other issues), including, in the past 24, Dances with Wolves ("Don't let them cut off my leg" "As God is my witness, you'll keep your leg"... heck "Don't hurt my mules"...); Gandhi; and documentaries on Mt. Katahdin, Pikes Peak, and human bodies (perhaps not what you think).
