Yup, that’s fog with Kim Deal driving the whole damn thing!! Thanks to The Pixies for gleefully exploiting their legacy and absolutely tearing up Doolittle for the giddy audience. It was a great show, if very specifically controlled. The background imagery was terrific, tongue in cheek, and pointed. I’d have loved some more wildness, but I appreciate The Pixies being kind of amused and distant from the crowd of hipsters all there because the band is seminal and influential, but who had to ask each other what album ‘where is my mind” was on.
Not to say they were ungrateful. At the end of the original set, all of them went to the edge of the stage on each side and waved to the crowd like they were waving at a train-full of joy and affection.
Turns out that my aversion to rum in sweet drinks can be offset by serving said drink in a porcelain coconut. Here, the Good Luck Bar’s “secret” (i.e. there’s no room for it on the menu but everyone asks for it, including the dude sitting next to me) Dark and Stormy. The homemade Ginger brew it’s made with also went a long way towards winning me over. But mostly it’s the coconut.
Swiss chard and barley soup courtesy of Marcella Hazan’s Marcella Cucina. Second recipe tested. Mom substituted rice for barley. I used pinto beans for canneloni beans. Result= earthy, warm, spicy and satisfying. Do not skimp on the black pepper, add garlic and serve with fresh Parmesan. The chard stands out beautifully.
A Friday night at Wurstkuche, sitting inside and the leaves sillhouette against the outside of the frosted windows like a tintype, backlit by a nearby streetlamp. I had a veggie sausage and Allagash White Ale and tried to feel cool and exciting instead of tired and distracted by leaves.
This is NOT what a Colorado fall day is supposed to offer up. (taken 2 weeks ago during a visit home and a record low of 16 degrees)
Johnny Cash & Bob Dylan
Seriously, what else is there to say? Swoon.
Roseanne Cash sings Dylan’s “Girl From the North Country” on her new album, bringing that song full circle from Johnny Cash’s cover. As the saying goes, my love for all of them cannot be textually rendered.
I’ve never read anything about Jonathan Lethem’s background, hence, I never knew that he - like myself - went to Bennington for a brief time before leaving. (He dropped out, I transferred).
I rarely feel kinship with authors, outside of how their words make me feel, but there’s something about Lethem talking about how he decided to go to Bennington, about how he had to be pulled into reading contemporary authors, how he so specifically wanted to write books with a point (not a theme, but a point. When he talks about wanting to find that exact point where Philip Dick and Raymond Chandler intersect, I just want to swoon), that makes me feel like I did that first year at Bennington: hopeful, lost, and full of that melancholy beauty that signals endless possibility.
It could just be the rain. Or my writers-crush that I always have on him because he’s so good at words and atmosphere and that rush of clever mixed with lust of feeling and not so good with tying up plot and I feel like I, a definitely lesser writer, can so relate. I feel like I understand something about how and why he writes, what he writes.
But it’s probably the rain.
I agree with Eric. This is definitely one of the coolest looking dishes on the menu. Oh and it’s delicious too.
Went to “The Bazaar” in Beverly Hills last night. I wish all my food came in a hollowed out egg.
The food at Bazaar is amazing, works of visual art as well as artistic reinterpretations of classic tastes. However, I needed to be sedated after the onslaught of design elements and terribly young people there to be seen and not to eat.
Tonight marked the fourth time I heard “All Along The Watchtower” performed live this year. To be fair, tonight it was Bob Dylan doing it.
I’m fairly sure that Liz wishing to hear “All Along the Watchtower” was in fact what made Bob Dylan and his band play this as the final song of their encore. It was, in fact, amazing. No one can say the man lacks the ability to put on one hell of a show!
