tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post92623928029845739..comments2023-10-18T03:06:25.107-07:00Comments on The Daily Growler: Goin' to New York...The Daily Growlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15052460567863294528noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-56179953767747198972008-10-16T14:31:00.000-07:002008-10-16T14:31:00.000-07:00About Language Hat: I always thought that when th...About Language Hat: I always thought that when the man was a policeman he wore his policeman's hat, and when he was being a fireman he wore his fireman's hat, and when he was busy being the pope he wore his pope's hat, and when he was being a language expert he wore his language hat. I figured Language Hat had many hats (careers) and language was just one of them. I'm glad he wears an authentic Greek fisherman's hat, too. That fits my image of him-- which I'm sure has nothing to do with reality! ( I must admit that I can't really see him as a cop, a fireman, or the pope!)Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-5829247042453044802008-10-14T10:53:00.000-07:002008-10-14T10:53:00.000-07:00And speaking of the alluring stench of the French,...And speaking of the alluring stench of the French, well, it's not their stench that's alluring, I just saw MAN ON WIRE, Philippe Petit's documentary about his wild, daring, and glorious high wire act on the cable his strung between the towers of the WTC in 1974. He was a regular customer at an Irish bar/restaurant that I worked in back in 1978. It was called Morgan's and it sat on Reade Street in lower Manhattan in what came to be known as Tribeca. The first time I waited on him I was struck by the intensity of his eyes. When he paid with his American Express card I looked at the name on the card, which is something I usually never did, but I was curious about him, and "OH, no wonder his gaze is intense, he's that guy!" He used to come in pretty much every evening and drink Heinekens with his loft mate, a guy named Jim Moore. I got to know Jim better than Philippe and from Jim I learned all the details of that escapade in the sky. It was a great story and a wild and magnificent thing to do. I liked those guys and their movie, all these year later, is fun.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-8588667174821488032008-10-13T12:38:00.000-07:002008-10-13T12:38:00.000-07:00And, besides, you made me laugh again, you goof-ba...And, besides, you made me laugh again, you goof-ball. That's all I need: Chet Baker and a good Growly post.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-71665449789360187092008-10-13T12:32:00.000-07:002008-10-13T12:32:00.000-07:00Holy fucking shit Mr. Wolf-man if the Chet Baker a...Holy fucking shit Mr. Wolf-man if the Chet Baker album I'm listening to these sad post-death of everybody I love (well, almost everybody) days isn't the same exact one you are listening to. Goddamn! Yeah, with Bill Evans, Pepper Adams, Herbie Mann, Kenny Burrell, Paul Chambers, Philly Joe Jones (Miles's rhythm section) and Connie Kay! On Orrin Keepnews's label. Recorded in NYC Dec. 30, 1958 and January 19, 1959. Yeah, Alone Together, How High The Moon, It Never Entered My Mind, etc., etc. I have the copy with the bonus track Early Morning Mood. Well, I'll be damned. We keep the same good company, don't we? Fuckin' great album. That's a wow, or a watooth (What Are The Odds Of That Happening?), as one of my friends calls it. Happy to be listening along with you on the opposite coast.Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.com