Each breath is a reminder
I will always love you, my dear, talented, funny, soulful brother. You’re a part of me now, part of the heart of so many of us.
Underlying whatever you might think Tom Clark is doing at the Treehouse every Sunday, with free concert at a lovely loft like space with windows looking down on the East Village like it is Lincoln Center’s Allen Room gone downtown what he is doing is managing the flux of time
And, well, Amber Crisci of Big Picture had told me to watch for Quiet Company, that they were gonna be big and Jahn raved about them. A lively, exciting thriller of a band that Jahn said “Made my week for me.”
Meanwhile, who exactly did play? Just about every living star from the era… no Verlaine, no Hell, no Patti (though yes to Lenny Kaye), otherwise a clean sweep!!! I wanted to see Jahn, Lenny, Bebe, Richard Lloyd, Tuff Darts… really everybody!
When I get the chance (or if I can’t hand it off to someone else) to call New York clubs and figure out exactly what the booking practice is. Aren’t there rules about this stuff? Where’s the Unions?
As Jahn’s words pinpoint, there is a sense of a time and place long gone but also returning in all its splendor and helped in no little part by the CBGB’s Festival