Wednesday, June 17, 2015

FOLK CITY: The Exhibit opens in New York








If ever there was a good (no, GREAT) name for an exhibit touting the one-of-a-kind homogenization of Greenwich Village art, poetry and music from the mid 20th Century, it would have to be FOLK CITY. 

The name was first coined in May of 1960 by a trio (perhaps a duo) of New York Times music critic and Gerde's watering hole supporter, Robert Shelton and Charlie Rothschild.

Safe to say, Mike Porco, my grandfather and the owner and operator of Gerde's Restaurant, did not think of it himself. He never took credit for the name. All he did was keep the place running on all cylinders for 20 years after music became the focal point there on W. 4th and Mercer.

Porco always referred to Gerde's as 'us' and that 'we' discovered a lot of talent. There was no "I" in Gerde's. Mike also continually gave credit to Charlie Rothschild for coming up with the name itself and for taking over the booking duties after Izzy Young vacated that post in May of 1960.

Charlie may have never envisioned such a grand tribute to the phrase FOLK CITY back then. But here it is! Today was the day for the opening of a spectacular collection of artifacts, manuscripts and art that made up the Village scene.

Better yet, the collection of LIVING ARTISTS AND PEOPLE in attendance for the opening made the whole extravaganza simply astounding. I am fortunate to call many of Mike Porco's friends my own. And I was there, too. Grandpa would be proud that his flesh and blood experienced and enjoyed the mere mention of he and his club in such a prestigious exhibit.


A newly retired guitar with a few autographs

Me and Betsy Siggins-Schmidt

John and John

John and Izzy

Bob and Charlie Rothschild

Marc Silber, David Bromberg and me











Leadbelly's guitar

Noel Stookey, Fred Hellerman, Tom Paxton






Monday, June 15, 2015

IZZY YOUNG- Back in the New York Groove

Izzy Young arrived today from Sweden for the opening of the FOLK CITY exhibit tomorrow at the Museum of the City of New York. Is he happy to be back "home," you ask? Does the pope shit in the woods?
The tire that almost fucked up the whole trip 

Damn glad to be here! With Dave Peller


Bronx Boys




Holding court in Newark, NJ


Rollin'


Lunch with Marc Silber




Wednesday, June 3, 2015

THEY GO BY THE NAMES ELLIOTT AND GUTHRIE

First names Ramblin' Jack and Sarah Lee.

Heard on stage last night:

"I learned this song in the car. Woody was driving. I was riding shotgun. Cisco was in the backseat."


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At some unplanned date in the distant future, I'll be residing in another city. I can't imagine where. Can't imagine why. WHY would I leave NYC? Where else could I meet and see Garth Hudson and Garland Jeffreys and David Johansen and Larry Johnson play one night (see blog post from yesterday) and the next night, spend the evening being entertained by Ramblin' Jack Fucking Elliott and Sarah Lee and Johnny Irion? 


And the kicker: Ramblin' was as sharp as ever and was happy to see me. I'm blessed.

I wouldn't be as blessed in Akron. LeBron would say Akron rocks. Fuck LeBron. Some one else would say LA rocks. Austin? London? Pardon my yaaaaaaawn. Goodnight!! 

(Miami?...maybe Miami)