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Sunday, January 24, 2021

It was 60 years ago 1961-2021

IT WAS 60 YEARS AGO





What if…


What if Bob Dylan arrived in New York this date 60 years ago and turned in for good night’s sleep? Lucky for his fans, Bobby had no where to go. So he went to the Wha? (Not a question. Café Wha? Has a question mark. Gerde’s has an apostrophe. We carry on.)


What if Bob Dylan arrived in New York City on a different date from 60 years ago today?


What if he pioneered his sound on the West coast instead? I frame it that way because decisions had to be made by many people in Dylan’s bio. His mother, his father and Dylan, of course. Then, many others in New York and East Orange helped him with future decisions. 


What if he traveled South from Minnesota and took a right instead of a left? He talks of having already decided before packing up to go to New York instead of the other way. He had heard about Gerde’s. 





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Gerde’s Restaurant was up and running with music since late 1959. It became Folk City in May of 1960 right after Izzy Young and Mike Porco dissolved their handshake deal to originally run folk shows at Gerde’s. The Folk revival became a national sensation.


Dylan, like many others, got wind of opportunity and eventually hitched his way to NYC via Chicago. 


Izzy and Mike had many other things to do on their respective paths than to wait around for other people. 


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Later that year, The Beatnik Riot


What if Izzy Young never saved free speech in 1961?


All those writers and poets that came would have to wait decades for Facebook to be invented to express themselves.


Civilization is predicated on what was once known as free speech. 


The first amendment in America includes free press, assembly and worship.


It has been noted by historians that anyone with a printing press has a right to print and express ideas protected by the 1st Amendment. Debate and discourse within the public arena or even within the mind of the individual would decide an idea’s acceptance.


The ‘idea’ itself had no box drawn around it by the Government as stated in the bill of Rights. It’s a personal interpretation. Create your own interpretation.


Later ‘yelling fire in a crowd’ was rightly declared unprotected and harmful speech.


Church, Temples, Mosques are all protected.


Copy machines, Facebook posts and open letters are covered.


Now that millions of people have cameras in their pockets, video ‘reports’ of events anywhere in the world are protected making the owner of that camera a citizen journalist. Publishing their experience is covered under freedom of press.


Singing is an extension of speaking, said Izzy on April 9th, 1961.


Fast forward to

2021:

Singing in a crowd is a super spreader event, says the team of experts in now.


How much more fucked can we be?


I hope we never find out. Yet we wait until…..



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SUNDAY is an astounding document on the events of April 9th 1961. It’s offered by Drasin to the public here on Youtube.


Dan Drasin

SUNDAY




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxAZXuDaO84




This is journalism of its day. Captured then edited perfectly (listen closely) after the fact and released at the time to inform the viewer of the seriousness of the event. It’s become a museum piece. The parks Commissioner at the time- Morris- had declared free assembly and singing in the Square to be off limits on Sundays. Too noisy. Too much congregation. Too free.


The Square was Izzy’s for a day. He was the only real ‘grown up’ and adopted daddy.


They sang a ‘little folk tune’ called the Star Spangled Banner in unison because it was all about being able to sing in the first place. 


If you gather musicians outdoors they are going to play and sing just as if you took beavers into your living room they will chew your furniture.


After some court visits, Israel G. Young and pro bono legal ‘experts’ helped Izzy get legal permits to sing once again. Izzy told me that the City of NY just got tired of sending their own attorneys to appear over the matter. It took a reported 5 months worth of appearances.


In the end, Izzy saved the expressive RIGHTS for all Greenwich Village artists. That’s fact. Those fukkers with the chalk drawings for the last 60 years? Yeah them, as well. That includes the professional musicians who were just hanging out with the crowd. That includes the professional and would-be pro musicians who were creating in the clubs. That includes the message(s) that eventually spawned out of the clubs and onto the radio and into the streets. 


Izzy saved everyone’s ass. Said ‘everyone’ wrote songs to save America’s collective ass. Dr. King joined forces with the words of the musicians to create legislative change for the entire country. Again, that’s my interpretation of what happened before I was born. Make of it what you will. Blowin' in the wind had to be written by somebody. It wasn't going around the world on its own.


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What if Izzy never saved free speech in 1961?


Perhaps it was only a delay. Perhaps it was only a 60 year long speed bump in the progression to where we are today.


Only later that day on the 9th of April 1961, Bob Dylan was probably doing a rehearsal for his first ever pro event. Quite possibly, he was with Mike Porco at the Local Union hall paying his dues and getting his NYC Cabaret card to perform professionally. Only Bob knows, now. Mike Porco signed as his legal guardian that day, fronted Zimmerman the dues and most certainly fed him for the next two weeks as Bobby (not yet legally Dylan) opened up for John Lee Hooker at Gerde’s.


It was a tiny room, Folk City was, but it was Hooker and Dylan’s for a week. Because of the packed house shows, they were held over for another week. Mike never charged musicians for meals. Dylan’s union dues and Cabaret fee is another story. Usually, musicians were welcome to eat dinners with the staff before showtime and expenses were trimmed off the top of the musician’s $90 weekly payday. My estimation, a $25 yearly Union fee and $8 for a Cabaret license was Dylan's haircut. This is not including the $3 given to Dylan by Mike to get a haircut for the picture. The 3 bucks was a gift. Haircut result…?…unknown.





If Izzy was busy doing all that Union set up with Dylan, he wouldn’t have been able to be at Washington Square Park on April 9th when he saved Free Speech.


It was saved once. Can it survive in 2021?


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Exactly one year ago today, I had the privilege of hosting the Gerde’s Folk City 60th Anniversary Concert. We honored Dylan and Ochs and every musician that ever played Grampa’s Italian restaurant. 


Here’s my lot of footage from that evening:


Gerde’s Folk City at 60

1.24.20




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaUOiP4q05g


Yes indeed! You see that right. The date of the show was 2020. Just look at all those super spreaders. Something positive came out of 2020, at least. It was a few days after the pandemic was declared globally. 


Notice the musicians were joking around during soundcheck about ‘this corona thing in China.’ Not to be dismayed we gathered anyway. Packed like sardines, singing out loud, spitting on the first two rows and their wives and dinner…it was GLORIOUS.





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How far have we come since then? How far have we come since 1961?


How far has songwriting and public concerts come since Dylan arrived?


1.24.61 to 1.24.21


What would a time traveler do on West 4th and Mercer today?

There would hardly be anyone at Gerde’s. Mike was a carpenter by trade and would have, as many fine establishments do, outdoor shacks/yurts built for customers out on the sidewalk. Ya know, the sidewalks in the freezing cold of January serving one or two tables if at all. Today, Folk City indoors would be able to hold about 35 people, spread out, no music. Including kitchen staff and Mike, 42 persons would be legal. If caught with 43, he could be shuttered. 





The kitchen staff would be unable to social distance as they worked.No one really needs to see everything that goes on in a basement kitchen. No one is supposed to know what goes on down there as long as the food is 180 degrees. 


Need I remind you, there would be no singing indoors. It’s not illegal yet but it is deemed selfish, inconsiderate and dangerous to spread droplets around the room. 


That’s where we are as I type. Music can only happen if it’s incidental, if at all. Which is to say, the club may not advertise events but if the musician is able to alert 35 people to hear him play an incidental concert out around the corner by the fire hydrant on Mercer, the show may go on. 


That’s where we are until…until…until…


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What if Izzy Young never saved free speech in 1961?


One tiny park in the whole country once tried to ban people congregating and singing on Sundays. Israel G. Young and 3000 Beatniks were’t having any of it.


IZZY- Well we’ve assembled for 70 years without a problem.

IZZY- We think the police are derelict in their actions. Commissioner Morris says that Folk Music brings degenerate people and it’s not so.






Where have we gone in 60 years, I wonder?


Free Speech not only refers to free expression of verbal ideas but written ideas, freedom to assemble, freedom to worship any god and freedom to report to others as in Press.


Free flow of data, emails, texts and phone calls. Free information. Free social calls, shopping etc. Free assembly is/was my favorite. We all remember a lifetime of not having to ask some unseen authority to visit our loved ones on Easter, Passover, funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas, purim, New Year’s, Valentine’s day, birthdays, Easter, Passover, Yom Kippur, Christmas, New Year’s, Birth, death, birth, death. 


Singing outside of one’s own home. That was another favorite memory of mine. How they used to sing, and sing and sing… list, oh, list!


Now I sing to myself at home and watch too many others sing at home to their computers, also. I wish we could just begin again or go back in time and encourage the lysol and the vitamin D ahead of time on this one. There would be singing in the club and theaters by now if we did that. 


The general uncertainty of timeline and lack of reopening schedule are going to continue to hurt those without. I made a YouTube vid in March using Dylan’s lyrics to describe the troops on the streets and walls between us created by 2020. He wrote the words in the 80s but I heard 2020 in the description. The only passage missing is ‘they’re killing nuns and soldiers on the border.’ It’s the only thing missing, but the moment they start killing nuns on the border, I’ll consider myself correct! For now, the headlines write them selves. { ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF 15 DAYS TO STOP THE SPREAD FAST APPROACHING}


Dylan does talk about having to ‘take my temperature, baby’ and ‘climbing the walls’ and ‘uttering idle words’ all day long. This sort of dystopia was brought to life by the film Masked and Anonymous. Graffiti, gulags and Mad Max-ville towns fill the view of a nondescript country ruling its people through fear. Technology and advanced prosperity were absent in that film.


Today, our experience can be described 7 billion different ways. The shared witnessing of a global shutdown is unspeakably difficult to fully explain to a space alien. Can’t even make a good sentence out of it. 


Poems, maybe. That’s for the poets and writers to do. I’m only a witness.


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Izzy Young, founder of music at Gerde’s, saved free speech. 


Since then…

Wha happened?


As sure as I sit here I can state that Izzy Young almost single handedly saved free speech and the right to assemble for all New Yorkers later that year on April 9, 1961. 


What if he didn’t?


Luckily for Dylan and every other songwriter, their ability to get their message out in song was protected. Their words could reach the radio and eventually reach around the world. Izzy saved Phil Ochs and Tom Paxton and every musician you can think of.


Imagine if Izzy and the Beatniks failed?


Imagine if carousing and singing out loud (without masks) was outlawed in 1961? Imagine if Phil Ochs never got his chance like he did in 1962?


What if he never had a chance to open his mouth and sing his song? Imagine his anti-war rants and raves and messages were never expressed. Imagine if he had lived til today and had spent 2020 writing songs about not being able to sing in public for fear of germs. Imagine if germs stopped Bob Dylan, Phil Ochs and Joan Baez from gathering groups to sing and stamp out oppression and March for peace. Imagine Phil in 2021.


Imagine Phil Ochs. Imagine his anti-establishment phrases. Imagine his ideas not flowing from his mind into peoples ears. Imagine Phil never having a platform.


No Phil Ochs YouTube channel. No Phil Ochs Twitter handle. No Phil Ochs antiwar marches. No Phil Ochs Pentagon levitation. No playful digs by name to the sitting president. No political banter between his songs at Carnegie Hall. No statements at all. No concerts at all.


Luckily for Phil, he came around when he did in 1962. He began at Folk City with bluesman John Hammond doing two weeks at Gerde’s. He knew how many artists were being discovered there on West 4th and Mercer and he, too, had to go south out of college and hang a left and keep going until he became noticed at the Folk City Hoots.


The open mic/American idol model was invented by Mike Porco. That's a statement for the record. Once Dylan sprang into the spotlight, Mike Porco had zero problems getting talented song writers to play his club for free on Monday. All of them were bucking for an opening act time slot in the future.


For my money I’ll bet that Mike never lost Folk City’s magnetic field when it came to attracting musicians for 20 straight years. He relied on a continuous stream of musicians to pay the bills. Dylan arrived here (I write this in New York City) this date in 1961 exactly sixty years ago today. Phil Ochs and countless others followed. The rest is history.



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What if Phil Ochs saw no reason to come to New York from Ohio? What would have been the point had Izzy Young failed and singing was banned?


What if Commissioner Morris succeeded? What if Robert Moses succeeded and built a bridge over Washington Square? (That’s another story!)


What if Bob Dylan went to the Troubadour instead and Mike Porco was relegated to selling pasta dishes until the 1980s?


WHAT THEN?


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Found this great footage on YouTube

A day in the life 1961




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEa1OtFYeyQ

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

To have and have not




The 60th 2020 Hindsight Rear View Mirror Revue

The set list!

Thanks, Michael Perlin's FB post:
1. Terre Roche : Face Down at Folk City (The Roches)
2. Terre Roche & Richard Barone: When I’m Gone (Phil Ochs)
3. Paul Metsa (from the Iron Range in Minnesota, his home town 20 miles from Hibbing, and the only name I had not known before): Walking in a Woman’s World
4. Terre Roche & Richard Barone & Paul Metsa: Shoals of herring (Clancy Brothers, I think)
5. Rob Stoner (in Dylan’s band for years; listen to the bass guitar solo at the beginning of One More Cup of Coffee; that’s him): If I Can Dream (Elvis Presley)
6. Rob Stoner: Forever Young (BD, in the mode of Elvis)
7. Rob Stoner: It’s a Man’s World (James Brown)
8. Rob Stoner: You’re a Big Girl Now (BD)
9. Rob Stoner: Cryin’ (Roy Orbison)
10. Rob Stoner: Blowin’ in the Wind (BD, but in the mode of Frank Sinatra)
11. Rob Stoner: Been A Long Time (Led Zeppelin)
12. Carolyn Hester: Lonesome Tears (Buddy Holly, whom she said, used to live around the corner from her in the Village (!))
13. Carolyn Hester (with her daughters) on bass and piano: Summertime (Gershwin)
14. Carolyn Hester (with her daughters?) on bass and piano: Get Together (Jesse Colin Young)
15. James Maddock: I Can’t Settle (his)
16. James Maddock: Another Life (his)
17. James Maddock: Beautiful Now (his)
18. Willie Nile (with Johnny Pisano on bass, of course): Seeds of Revolution(his)
19. Willie Nile (with Pisano): American Ride (his)
20. Everyone: One Guitar (Willie Nile)
21. Everyone: The Times They Are A-Changin’ 



Terre’s new cowbelled up “Face down at Folk City” came across with cheer and remembrance of the real-life events at Folk City that inspired the song. Real-life knock down fighting verses and giving it to the girl’s room bowl verse. Did I mention Mike Porco’s famous dollar beer nights?

Her rendition of “The Shoals of Herring“ was tender and just what we needed. Her voice cradled the new-to-her Irish lyrics and she made the harmony hers. She was able to convey the sea life of passion from the song to the audience. 

Richard dazzled with his Phil Ochs tribute singing ‘While I’m here.’ Co-emceeing and rounding out the house band, Richard added some octane to Terre and Paul Metsa’s sets.

Paul spoke of his 1985 debut at Folk City. On the road ever since, Paul brought his seasoned presence to the Ochs song and meshed the stage with Roche and Barone on his own composition.

Stoner’s set was a peek behind the jam session ideas between he and Bob Dylan. Demos of Dylan songs sent to James Brown, Elvis and Sinatra? Worth the price of admission for those stories and songs. He punctuated his set by bringing on Konrad to drum along with a Jerry Lee-style version of Led Zeppelin’s ‘Rock and Roll.” 

And the house fell down!

Carolyn drew the crowd to their feet as she walked on stage. Truly a Royal welcome by those knowing her connections through the years. From Pete Seeger to Buddy Holly to Bob Dylan to this evening. Her godly hair made the green room inhabitants fawn with courtship praise. A Buddy Holly song opened her set. Her daughters joined her on two more arrangements; Gershwin's 'Summertime' and 'Get together' made famous by the Youngbloods. Another standing O followed her off stage. It was obvious to all that this was a Queen’s visit.

Maddock arrived in time to inspire the green room actors again. After being introduced by Rob Stoner as ‘one of the best modern lyricists’ we smooshed into the hall to listen to the man at work. When Willie Nile is singing along with James Maddock’s songs, you know it’s got to be worth the listen. When does Willie have time to study his peers? Three songs and it was done. He held the audience enrapt for 3 songs and it was gone until next time. Impecable. Sublime. 

Willie Nile and Johnny Pisano on bass made their audience holler with affirmation and delight. This is what Willie does. The two of them work so well but welcomed the entire band on stage for his sing along “One guitar.” (Along with ‘Face Down” as the two songs also played at the Folk City 50th.)

For the finale, the entire crew of angels from Folk City’s past brought a couple of modern fellas up there to close the night singing Uncle Bob’s “The times they are-a-changin.” 

Including the audience! Left to right we have James Maddock, Paul Metsa, Richard Barone, Drummer Konrad Meissner (out of view), Amy Blume, Willie Nile, Karla Blume, Carolyn Hester, Rob Stoner, Terre Roche and some random dude. Terre was cool with him so who was I to say.

TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT is just a discrete blog title instead of 'whoopsie'

I’m gonna include here a couple of declarations about the show posted to my own page. This is really how it was seen from the audience!

Mindy:
Willie Nile and me at The Iridian Jazz Club for Folk City’s 60th Anniversary concert! Such an amazing star studded concert. Terre Roche, Richard Barone, Willie Nile, Rob Stoner, James M A Maddock, Carolyn Hester, Paul Metsa and more. Bob Porco, the grandson of Mike Porco, who was the owner of Folk City, produced the concert with Richard BARONE.

Michael Perlin is with Jeffrey Lukowsky and 5 others.

What a jubilant and memorable night of music, last night at The Iridium (51st & B’way), celebrating the 60th anniversary of the legendary folk, folk/rock club, Gerde’s Folk City, in Greenwich Village, NYC. Friends know that I saw Bob Dylan there for the first time as a 17 year old college freshman (with Jeffrey Lukowsky to whom I am still grateful for convincing me to come)!, and I was back multiple times after that (no set lists from those days, alas), so this was one we (of course, with Linda Mason Perlin) could not miss. And are so happy we went! Performers from (literally) then and now, traditional folk music of all sorts, early protest music, recent hard driving rock, an implausible collection of covers (only four Dylans, but his aura and presence were there for every performance), ending in a hard driving, scream-your-head-off Time They Are A-Changin’ (more on that later)). We – no surprise at all – were fortunate enough to run into (and share a table with our friends Gail Prusslin and Michael Yellin and Glenn Last), and as special bonus, got to spend a few minutes with our son Alex Perlin, while in line waiting for the doors to open (he knew we were there and surprised us; it wasn’t a coincidence).
So many high points, but seeing a gorgeous and radiant Carolyn Hester (who will be 83 next week (!) who *opened* Folk City in 1960, singing solo, with (whom I think were) her granddaughters, and then in the concluding ensembles was a once-in-a-lifetime thrill. And James Maddock and Willie Nile were, of course, as spectacular as when we see them as solo acts.
I’ve missed a couple from the set list, but here is most of it (have left out the drummer – Conrad? – and also, Richard Barone was on guitar with many of the others as well)
Intro: Bob Porco, grandson of Mike Porco, who created Gerde’s: Personal Jesus (the only time that Johnny Cash ever covered Depeche Mode, most likely).
1. Terre Roche : Face Down at Folk City (The Roches)
2. Terre Roche & Richard Barone: When I’m Gone (Phil Ochs)
3. Paul Metsa (from the Iron Range in Minnesota, his home town 20 miles from Hibbing, and the only name I had not known before): Walking in a Woman’s World
4. Terry Roche & Richard Barone & Paul Metsa: Shoals of herring (Clancy Brothers, I think)
5. Rob Stoner (in Dylan’s band for years; listen to the bass guitar solo at the beginning of One More Cup of Coffee; that’s him): If I Can Dream (Elvis Presley)
6. Rob Stoner: Forever Young (BD, in the mode of Elvis)
7. Rob Stoner: It’s a Man’s World (James Brown)
8. Rob Stoner: You’re a Big Girl Now (BD)
9. Rob Stoner: Cryin’ (Roy Orbison)
10. Rob Stoner: Blowin’ in the Wind (BD, but in the mode of Frank Sinatra)
11. Rob Stoner: Been A Long Time (Led Zeppelin)
12. Carolyn Hester: Lonesome Tears (Buddy Holly, whom she said, used to live around the corner from her in the Village (!))
13. Carolyn Hester (with her daughters) on bass and piano: Summertime (Gershwins)
14. Carolyn Hester (with her daughters) on bass and piano: Get Together (Jesse Colin Young)
15. James Maddock: I Can’t Settle (his)
16. James Maddock: Another Life (his)
17. James Maddock: Beautiful Now (his)
18. Willie Nile (with Johnny Pisano on bass, of course): Seeds of Revolution(his)
19. Willie Nile (with Pisano): American Ride (his)
20. Everyone: One Guitar (Willie Nile)
21. Everyone: The Times They Are A-Changin’ (each verse led by one of the stars; the anthem chorus lines by all 160 in the audience; hearing the “Come senators, congressman, please heed the call” and “come mothers and fathers” lines was frighteningly chilling).
In all, a memorable night. Beyond memorable. And the last 57 years went by like a dream. Thank you to everyone who made this possible! (listening to Joan Baez sing Sad Eyed Ladies of the Lowlands as I finish typing this.. about as mise en scene as you can get)






Ryan and I were lucky enough to attend the 60th Anniversary Celebration of Gerdes Folk City last night 🎶 A fabulous show and outstanding performances by all , including Rob Stoner , Carolyn Hester , Willie Nile , Richard Barone , Paul Metsa , Terre Roche, James Maddock , and very talented backup musicians...Big thanks to Bob Porco for keeping the great history of his grandfather Mike Porco going !!! 👍👍✨✨✨ Richard Barone’s version of Phil Ochs When I’m Gone made my eyes swell up ~ i didn’t want the show end .




A youtube glimpse:







Alas, the next day Mr. Jones called it ‘A missed opportunity.' Not fake news. Not gonna argue the point.

Yes. I shanked it. Gotta keep moving. At least I'm not Yoko or Meg Markle.

When I played baseball, there was that one guy on the team who strikes out twice on six BAD pitches. Not even good ones. Gotta get 'em off the field. That was me for 14 minutes one day. But just for a day…

Does it make me feel better to publish a mea culpa? Nope. Well, maybe a little. Will a few hold a grudge and want their 14 minutes back? Time reveals all. 

All I did was step on my d!ck. You’ve heard the expression. In basketball talk, I threw up a brick. Made the team look like the coaches shaped the offense around your brick making skills. Try it sometime. First take out you d!ck. Then step on it. 

Like any good team, be it bowling or basketball, a weak member can only help the team get a win if their efforts are supplemented or flat out absorbed. The Guy tossing gutter balls at a bowling tournament needs his teammates to pick him up. A couple of hot hands can make the point moot in the end with extra pins.

In basketball, the whistle blows and the zero sum bitch brick shooting player is escorted from the game. The new set of five players go on to win the game. End of story. Everybody back to work.

It should be the end, but I need to stay to the form I've committed to on this blog and write my own review of shows I promote. I’ve had this blog for 10 years now. Many pictures from my mobile have made it here. Hundreds from the HD camera. I've published screenshot after screenshot of stuff up to and including the GERDE’S FOLK CITY AT 60 event at the Iridium. So my review alludes to my own left footed kick off. No offense to lowly left-footed kickers. 














The pictures tell the story. WHAT A NIGHT! One coherent question I asked was 'does Folk City still matter? Look around.' The performers came with passion. Spilled it all over the stage.

I offered my biggest THANK YOU to those who sold that place out. I started there and should have ended there.

My failure was in not sticking to the plan. My plan was to be in a dark corner while holding Carolyn Hester’s hand watching from a distance. 

Then the plan slid to another plan with no name and unknown details.

Note to self: Stay off the stage. Revert to Plan A which was sit with Carolyn. Stay. Find time to record some video from the audience after the show is rolling, Bob.

I've considered 60 other options that I could have taken. Silence and elevation to the second floor, in retrospect, appears to be the best unused choice. I could have listened from the street until I knew there was a show rolling downstairs. Then watch. But noooo

Parts of Plan A went down. Not in order. Not when it was needed. But I did stay in the back with Carolyn and her daughters, in a full embrace at one point that was hard enough to flatten my pocketed glasses.

There were laughs and also jeers. Heartfelt but rambling, I think the reviewer said.

Yup. Even my apologies. They ramble. 

I still had to wake up the next day and have my own bowel movement. No one else was there to wipe my soiled rear with the two reviews that people bothered to write. I had to do that. I read one review. Heard about the other. Care about zero. No one else rambled like I did. I wonder if Jack Elliott would want me to take the nickname ‘Rambling’ but with the G. Rambling Bob. I wonder. Blogs are good for Rambling. Driving down the road, tryin' to loosen my load, I got 7 women on my mind.

These musicians were willing to put up with me cuz I'm the only Porco in town. The graces I’ve been bestowed never cease. They work with me because they know my heart is in it. And after striking out, they still offered praise. Some. Not all. One performer missed it entirely. Two others didn't care. Another was busy, busy. All were business-like and yet caring, If you can believe it. Striking out didn't change the audience's reaction, standing O's and the fact that not one soul walked out until the lights went back on. Facts.

HAVE and have NOT

My imagined toast to the crowd: To the memories of people who are no longer here. My friends over ten years: Suze Rotolo. Richie Havens. Frank Christian. Jack Hardy. Vince Martin. Bruce Langhorne. John Cohen. Izzy. I HAVE that. Here's to them.

Instead there was too much NOT entertainment in the intro.

As Willie Nile said to me in the green room, Bob, you got us to the dance. “Mike doesn’t need you to do anything from the stage. Just doing this concert and filling the place…that’s all you need to do.”

“Yeah, I froze. I wasn't there. Got us off on a left foot but the music is warming the place up.”

“I’ve been there, man. You don’t have to do anything once the doors open. Mike would be proud just to see this crowd. YOU did that.”

To which I welled up and faced the wall with Willie still in my ear. I’m not saying any tears fell but it fucking felt like it was getting misty. I'm not crying. YOURE crying.

“If you’ve got more of the footage you showed the crowd earlier…that will be Mike Porco’s legacy.”

“Would you believe…that film deal is still alive and conversation about funding…”

“I believe it. Thats for your daughter. Emceeing shows. That’s not Mike’s legacy. That film, his story, that’s what we want to see.” Pausing he said, "That said, James is en route from New Jersey."

I immediately thought of how pleasant and patient the audience was to me.

We smirk a bit. He knows that we held a secret known only to Willie Nile and me Secret Plan A1. That plan was to stall a wee bit early on to enable James Maddock to do his 8pm set in the South of New Jersey and drive to Times Square to do the penultimate appearance for our show. As fate would have it, his girlfriend’s 50 minute drive took him to our door in the exact time he was needed on stage. Whew! was the expression out of Rob Stoner’s mouth. And on he went. And the Musicians themselves oozed with delight at his wordsmithing and delivery. 

Someone exclaimed, “Maddock just pulled a Chuck Berry maneuver. From the curb side with guitar in hand to the stage in tune!”

That actually happened.

The undistinguished delivery of the show's intro was entirely my doing and my first apology the morning after went directly to Stoner. True statement from me: I know I will get a pass from Mike's friends until the check clears. But discord was not my intention. I have no excuses.  

AND STILL It was a special night. The game (was there ever a game to be won at all?) was a victory. Player mentioned above was sent to the Developmental League. There are rumors he’s moved within the organization to accounting. Still dresses up in uniform on game day. No one seems to notice. 

And the band marched on. The Tuba player fell flat of his face but the 2 hour long parade of genius players picked him up and marched past. They marched and marched. The Legacy of Mike Porco lives on. Those who remain sour holding grapes have something not worth keeping. Mike’s name was over used, along with Dr. King, during an opening statement. Not criminal. Some bewildered customers went home at the end without the information about “how exactly did Porco’s commitment to run a cabaret in 1960 meld the best music talent America had to offer into one recognizable species of Rock and Roll within a matter of 3 or 4 years?”

That’s a mouth full. Imagine trying to explain this in Spanish:

Comenzando en 1960 y virtualmente de la noche a la mañana, Folk City se convirtió en el escaparate de estreno para los más aclamados cantautores de Estados Unidos, Blues y artistas folclóricos tradicionales.

Jubilant and wonderful, exclaimed one guest of the show.
Amazing and star-studded, said Princess WOW.
Those are the reviews we like.

"We must learn to stand together as brothers or we shall perish as fools."

The day after the show, Kobe Bryant died. I felt like I got off the hook a little. Paying customers had a second to ‘let go’ of the angst about the 60th Opening oxygen debt. Kobe’s death made men cry. I cried immediately and everyday since. Tears of joy. He went home.

"No one cares what you HAVE or have NOT. Just let the show happen." I admit, I broke a cardinal rule: Leave your luggage off stage.

I am lucky to have Grandpa’s friends as my own family. I do not have stage skills. Malice towards taking people’s stagetime was absent. As was preparation. “You jus’a don’t know any better,” my grandfather might say.

Days after the fact, the Plan AAA that could have been comes into clear view. Terri Thal (Dave Van Ronk's first wife; The Roches and Bob Dylan's first manager) was there. As was Dee Dixon (New World Singers lead who helped Dylan write 'Blowin' in the Wind'). They should have taken the stage to discuss 1960 while I was’a walking’ away.

I could have walked to that dark corner with Carolyn and Terre and try to elevate and listen. Faith. Trust. Silence. Listen. Wouldn’t that have been groovy?! 

I paid myself a dollar just for recognizing the real Plan AAA that would have worked.

I have an opportunity to improve. The Kobe ‘mentality’ in the headlines makes sense today. The NBA players upped their game in the aftermath. The show went on. Teams played that night. The wake of his death is still noticeable on the faces of the NBA players. They say ‘that’s what Kobe would want. Ya fail. Head goes up. Smile. Move on. Work hard. Work a lot. And appreciate those who benefit from your hard work.’

Makes sense.

They/we are still, at this writing, STILL crying. Bryant's death was a shock to the system. Even people who don’t follow basketball teared up. Don’t lie. The helicopter crash was a 9 person 9.11. Sad and random and so young with such great plans to reach more people in the future. And his poor daughter. It was felt worldwide. The first person I thought of was John Lennon. He was 40. Imagine the music and art he ‘would’ have displayed. Imagine the effect Kobe may have had on Hollywood. Unfathomable. 

Just a buck

I have another dollar more today. A dollar Patron on Patreon. My first. I have plans to move on from the flub. I have already moved on- Moving on to sharing my Folk Stash of the Decade with Patrons on Patreon direct. Only costs a dollar to divert me from the stage.

In my studio, I will provide some edited scenes for the Patreon believers. The MOVIE Positively Porco was positively NOT still born. Not by a long shot. Still resonates as loud as ever in the studio. It’s the only REAL project, anyway.

A dollar gets a glimpse of the interviews and other live concert stuff I have.


The rest of the time, I just keep moving. I learned that from Izzy Young. I’m on a first name basis with Izzy. Mike, too. Phil. Vince. Frank. Jack. Cisco. Bruce. John. Fred. Oscar. They send smoke signals every once in a while.

‘Gotta get back in the arena,’ they say. ‘If you want to make amends. Get back in the arena. There’s no room for spectators in this circle.’

And stop being an A-hole. (I said that!)

The day after the 60th, I made a bonfire outside. As hot as heads can get, like the embers in my little campfire, they eventually lose heat. It all becomes ash. One must rise up, leave their charred pit and gather fuel for others within the circle. Faith. Trust. Silence. Day in. Day out.





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