I started tonight listening to Darin Bergsven play some jazz tunes. I was there with Darrin and another member of Tangier 57, a local band that has both talent and a sense of humor. They push the same buttons in me that Combustible Edison used to… but not all members of the band knew the reference. What can you do?
At the table was my friend Liz Wright, who recently published an essay about The Negro Motorist Green Book. The Book, “with its list of hotels, boarding houses, restaurants, beauty shops, barber shops and various other services, can most certainly help solve your travel problems. It was the idea of Victor H. Green, the publisher, in introducing the Green Book, to save the travelers of his race as many difficulties and embarrassments as possible.” Liz does fascinating work in the rhetoric of race and gender, and this project seems really exciting to me.
Also at the table was Elias Mokole, a local vocalist whose work I am only starting to understand and enjoy. (Classical music eludes me. And someone who works in as many languages as Elias is crazy rich and complex as an artist.)
When I left, I wandered downtown for a bit — a trip to Rogue Robot, for starters, and then to the Electric Fetus, where I bought the “She & Him” Christmas album for $6 in their 20% off Halloween sale. Oh, Zoey Deschanel… please visit me in Duluth.