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Five o’clock exact – Dave and Jim show up – all of us ever pressing time – they, eating fiddlefaddle and calling out for wine. We hug, up from Union Square, natty drakish doorman in red and pontoons – there is a Dump Bush Demonstration in the Square -- pretty much like old days but for four or five helicopters hovering overhead. It is night of State of the Union. “Up for the demonstration?!” say I. “No, dinner!” is the answer. And we are off. Sent on our way in the Francis Drake Derby.  To read the rest of the story ... 

I call this Sensible Bob because my friend Gordon Thomas said: What's with this guy being so sensible all of a sudden?" It is a wonder - wonderful we have it as he tells more about how he views art and business than in any one place. Bob Dylan's MusiCares person of the year acceptance speech begins: I'm glad for my songs to be honored like this. But you know, they didn't get here by themselves. It's been a long road and it's taken a lot of doing. These songs of mine, they're like mystery stories, the kind that Shakespeare saw when he was growing up. I think you could trace what I do back that far. They were on the fringes then, and I think they're on the fringes now. And they sound like they've been on the hard ground.  Full transcript Bob Dylan's MusicCares Person of Year Speech 2015 - LA Times And here's a neat addenda with Bill Flanagan - I was sure he was getting big laughs with the "Why Me Lord" stuff and this co...

His brother Roy cowrote I still miss someone. In the school morque there was the Herald with news of Burroughs and Mexico. These things came together, were hung on a ribbon. THus it took form Remembrant of scapula we’d buy in 2nd grade to get to heaven and I gave this to Jeff DeMark a year ago to honor his art and his heart.

About a year ago I began a Data blog (called DataDataData) to expand on things I was learning in my day job. Technology has always been of special interest to me, and data seems to be the front lines for technology again in  the age-old scavenger hunt to find the humanization of science. Just as often as I have written there about data - it seems - I have returned to feedback, cybernetics, AI and other technology areas, all of which seem to have some bearing on the new big data moment. Here is a recent piece...Sometime ago I read a review of a book - "The Information: a History, a Theory, a Flood" by James Gleick. The review was by Sam Anderson and appeared in NYT Sunday Magazine June 26, 2011. That whole year was a blur, lately I am discovering, and I find it hard to believe I totally missed this thing. Cause it sees like a semi-mystical tome about technology, which is one of my suits. More

I remember hearing ''Dust My Blues'' -- on the grey Kent 45 thanks to Norman Wilde, who would select my free 45 to accompany an LP I'd buy at Soulville Records next to the Veneitan theatre on Main Street in Racine in 1967.  Norman was supposed to put promos in the LP bag, and there were some good ones, but he would find actual 'oldies' of Wolf, Jimmy Reed, Elmore James. I've put a lot of miles on, and seen many ramifications and enhancements and extrapolations. But I've come back to that chord of Elmore James as  if it is the only harmonic. Jack and Norman (shown here) were hipster gurus of life and blues and jazz. They made Soulville, a narrow dark store full of record covers, a truly extraordinary place. Norman set me on a path with those genius 45s, that he passed on to me as Jack was good naturally looking out the window. Recall I saw George Wallace with three Secret Service men go into barbershop next door one day. To get haircut downtown on...