Thanks to my pal David Jensen, I got to attend the Yanks-Mets game at Citi Field last Sunday night. What a lot of fun we had! The night was perfect, the seats were great, and the crowd was congenial. What we ended up seeing was in game in two parts: sic innings of a tight pitchers’ duel between Matt Harvey and C.C. Sabathia, which Harvey won 1-0, and a three inning blowout in which the Yanks slaughtered the Mets’ bullpen. Well, I went home happy, even if my host did not. But both teams, I think, are going to the playoffs.
Top: Dave and me, a pair of graybeards. Center left: The Mets’ ace Harvey, warming up in the outfield. With his pitch count limited, Harvey pitched five innings on one-hit ball, and struck out seven; Center right: Yanks’ rightfielder Carlos Beltran, the steady star who knocked in two runs. Third tier: Unconquered and unbowed through his struggles this season, the veteran Sabathia strikes Met slugger Yoenis Cespedis as the Yanks’ rookie first baseman and budding star Greg Bird looks on. Bottom: Yanks’ second sacker Dustin Ackley crosses the plate after hitting a three-run homer in the sixth inning.
Last Saturday Ginny and I marked (almost) forty years of wedded bliss with our friends and loved ones at Trattoria 160 in Pleasantville. Front row: Dave Jensen, Ginny, me, Cara Malanowski, Molly Malanowski. Top row: Paul Lindstrom, Anne Lindstrom, Cathy Gallagher, Tim Hart, Susan Schmidt, Greg Schmidt and Shawn Kelly.
Dave Jensen and I attended the Steve Winwood concert at the Capitol Theater in Port Chester. Winwood put oin a great show, performing hits from every phase of his long career, opening with “I’m A Man” from his Spencer Davis band period. He went on to do “Can’t Find My Way Home” (Blind Faith), “Low Spark of High Heeled Boys” (Traffic) and “Higher Love” from his solo period. The band was excellent, very tight, with a terrific drummer and percussionist. For an encore, they performed “Dear Mr. Fantasy,” during which Winwood played a blistering guitar solo, and then the venerable sixties chestnut “Gimme Gimme Some Lovin”’, in which Winwood thrilled everyone with his return to Hammond B3 organ. What fun.
Thanks to a lucky drawing (and, I suspect, lousy ticket sales, ) Dave Jensen and I got to to go to Town Hall to see “A Night of Improvised Round Robin Duets,’part of the Red Bull Music Academy Festival. What we saw were 17 gifted musicians playing a series of duets. The music was mostly jazz and electronica, and the musicians were, with the exception of the venerable Allen Toussaint (who was practically a classicist in this crowd), were unknown to me. The performances were, in no particular order, interesting, boring, entertaining, beautiful, >unstructured, impenetrable. Some of the stuff was tired–brass players speeding up and down the scales, guitarists atrangling strange, Hendrixian cries of anguish from their instruments. The bits were often best when drummers were involved and providing some structure. The greatest revelation was the singer Petra Hagen, whose voice is powerful, glistening, supple. She is someone I want to learn more about. Pictures: Top: closing jam. Middle pair: Karsh Kale, Kaki King and Jamie Lidell; Petra Haden and James Carter; Bottom four: Trumpeter Dave Douglas; Shigeto; Wadada Leo Smith and James Carter; the great Allen Toussaint.
Dave Jensen and I saw Phil Lesh and Friends at the Capitol Theater in Port Chester last night. Pretty good show, undermined by a gabby crowd that kept yakking whenever the band turned mellow, jazzy or trippy. Lesh, the bassist for the Grateful Dead, was accompanied by John Kadlecik, Jeff Chimenti, Joe Russo, a fabulous violinist whose name was something like Tynsdale, and our friends Larry Campbell and Teresa Williams. Highlights: Friend of the Devil, Tennessee Jed, Not Fade Away, and Teresa’s powerful River Deep, Mountain High.
My friend Dave Jensen and I had a terrific time last Friday night at the Tarrytown Music Hall where we say a program of songs of The Band, performed by Jimmy Vivino, Byron Issacs, Jim Weider, Randy Ciarlante, Amy Helm, and as a special treat, the immortal Garth Hudson, and as a very special treat, Sister Maud Hudson. Maud really shone on her performance of “It Makes No Difference,” and Garth’s playing was jaw-droppingly spectacular. I especially liked hearing “`King Harvest (Has Surely Come),” “This Wheel’s On Fire,” and “Rockin’ Chair”. Again, thanks to Mr. Vivino for the tickets.
The happy parents of Cara Malanowski and Jay Jensen brought their families and friends to dinner at Orofino’s on Friday. Congratulations Cara and Jay! Well done! Now on to Kentucky and Rensselaer. (That’s a photo of Cara and Jay as babies on the cake.)