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Sadly leaving Monday but thank you.

Okay, I remember being obsessed with Rachel Ward.

One week today I will have seen the best live band in the world five times (and also have eaten elk at Lonesome Dove). On Sunday night I will be wandering around in a warm glow looking for bars with good music.

As a kid I go back to Dr Kildare. Made him a huge TV star. Anyone else?

Oh no, no. They are just super fit. They certainly eat.

Yes, and I have witnessed it more than once.

Watched that a few times and then reached back to the original when they were still called Deers, and they are so young!

I wonder if she's ever dropped Carlotta.

I understand that, but it's personally frustrating. As a solo diner, I am likely to spend more than that first-date couple who order a salad and an entree both to share and two glasses of wine.

While "decluttering" I came across a file of articles I pulled from various magazines in my early days in the city. Among the gems, much work for Time Out by a young guy called Pete Wells. Some funny stuff in there. For example his notes on an all-night cafe where all customers, he says, are referred to as "Poppy." That is possible, I grant, but my money is on "Papi."

Strongly in favor of brown food. Brown food on a white plate.

Thank you. I read one of Susan Howe's collections, but it was a while ago. Reading Artsybashev right after Andreyev confirmed my distant recollection that the latter is a way better writer than the former. But Artsybashev is certainly rambunctious. I'll move Broch's Sleepwalkers up the list to coincide with my round trip to Austin: it's quite long so I'll get through a lot of it on the flights. Speaking of long, Don Quixote is not far off. Maybe I don't read that beginning to end; I remember it pretty clearly. 11. Cervantes, Don Quixote 12. Conrad, either Nostromo or Lord Jim (maybe the latter, I've read Nostromo more than once) 13. Döblin, Berlin Alexanderplatz (quicker to read than to watch the TV adaptation) 14. Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment 15. Dostoevsky, Brothers Karamazov Mm, speaking of long...

Thanks @hollywood for the Echoplex clips. That is a storming verdion of "Castigadas."

This is so beyond even I just don't know... Yesterday I posted in the What Are You Watching? thread that a marvellous Mumbai movie was using Emahoy in the soundtrack. I have posted about Emahoy here more than once. And guess who is using the unbelievable Emahoy as an IG soundtrack? https://www.instagram.com/stories/hindsband/3594764135599720248?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&igsh=MWQxajdzMml5dHBybw==

And the beat goes on.

Superstar has been pushed later in the set list. Makes sense, always gets the longest ovation.

Jealous! Ana lifting Cisi on her shoulders was put on hold during the broken foot months, but she's lifting weights in the gym now that are much heavier than Cisi. Their merch has always been crap or I would doubtless own a lot of it. Hotel Vegas in Austin two weeks from tonight.

Member previews this week for a blockbuster that fills the whole of the sixth floor. A chronological survey of Jack Whitten's career, essentially in abstract art. Every decade, roughly, something important in his practice changes, and yet there's a consistent through-line, experimenting to find ways to convey thought and mood through abstract art that permits of "accidents." Also, he never stops with the acrylic. Definitely a show to visit twice as there's really too much to take in. From this first visit, I loved the earlier, richly colored canvases; found the monochrome phase clever but less lovely; and was in two minds about the late "mosaics." The sculptures are great, clearly referencing traditional Nkondi figures covered in nails. It's not the only party in town. There's a week left to see Futura 2000 at the Bronx Museum. I went out of curiosity, expecting the work of a graffiti artist with many music scene connections. Not so: Future developed into an adventurous abstract artist. As with Whitten, works are often on a very large scale. Much wilder than Whitten though.

All We Imagine as Light on Criterion looked like my kind of move, and it is. Set in Mumbai and the subtitles actually indicate all the different languages being spoken. But the real thrill: as I am watching the credits at the beginning I think I see the name Emahoy. And indeed, the movie is wrapped in her deathlessly brilliant piano playing.

To play guitar? They always do that. ETA: And women only. I used to be surprised that there was always someone in the audience that can play that song until I realized it's the same chords as "Louie Louie" and hell I can play "Louie Louie." 😄

Travel costs not down that I can see. Inexpensive hotel five minutes walk from the venue. Excited now. If they announce New York dates next week...

I last did that by email and it did take two rounds of photos before they were accepted.

Nice photo. I don't have a clear memory of Wuthering Heights although I've had matching copies of it and Jane Eyre since I was a kid. Since I do clearly remember Jane Eyre, it's possible I gave up on Emily. By coincidence, I picked up an early poetry collection by Anne Carson last week. It contans "The Glass Essay," a poem that comments extensively on Emily Bronte's poetry. That led me to take a look in the library and I had no idea she had written so much. Done with Andreyev, moving on to Artsybashev -- contemporaries, both Russian, close together on my shelf, but very different. Sanin may have serious philosophical intentions, but it reads as a challenge to all good taste of the time. Early Russian punk.

I still win on that one. 36 hours Nashville to NYC. Broken plane, broken replacement, then into holiday travel with everything booked.

Thanks Evelyn. I may have time only for one.