Wednesday, September 28, 2022
To the FreshGrass Festival at Mass MoCa over the weekend. Among the cool things at this event is the Friday night commissioned work series. This year the featured artists were Corner House, Sierra Hull, and Jerry Douglas. As is usually the case with this piece following this performance we hustled over to the Merch store to buy CDs. (As Bruce Eaton says, the best way to support the arts is to buy a ticket; to corollary is that buying merch is also good.)
Other notables: Miko Marks, bluegrass informed by soul (I know. I was surprised myself), and Sierra Ferrell. (The CD we bought, her latest, is her mandolin backed up by Ethan Jodziewicz on bass. I'm looking forward to spending more time with it.) Old Crow Medicine Show always puts on a rousing performance, Taj Mahal is a national treasure. Del McCoury is apparently immortal. Tanya Tucker closed things out, old school Nashville, put me in mind of Robert Altman.
Tuesday, September 27, 2022
I've been practicing law in Buffalo for a long time, and I've actually lived here longer than I've lived anywhere else, but a little piece of me can always be triggered by a reminder that I'll never be from here. Today it was a judge's law secretary addressing my adversary by a friendly nickname.
Monday, September 19, 2022
I would never claim to understand California on any sort of profound level, but I feel as though Greil Marcus and Joan Didion have done their best to explain it.
Friday, September 09, 2022
