I Guess This Means No

 Whole Foods' response to my email: Music doesn't work with grapes I guess.

Thanks Dan!

Sounds cool!  We are always looking for talent in our community for events.  We will keep your info in mind for any events that we do in the future.  Thanks

laura Martino                                     

Marketing Supervisor

Whole Foods Market ~ Santa Monica

(310)-315-0662

laura.martino@wholefoods.com

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From: Dan McNay [mailto:mcnay@mosis.com]
Sent: Tuesday, April 12, 2011 5:04 PM
To: SP SMC Marketing
Subject: Looking for space for beginning musicians

Hi,

I was interested in setting up a acoustic beginners' jam a couple of times a month on Thursdays. Something like a circle where everyone has agreed upon music and you go around the circle and everyone gets a turn to pick and everyone can play. No plug-ins or mikes. Thought I'd call it: "Anything With A Banjo In It" Maybe put up a Meet-Up for it. Make it free.

I wondered if your store might be interested in hosting it?

Let me know.

Thanks

Dan McNay
310-448-8215

Misc Reading

Just finished a friend's book of poetry about this guy. Good stuff- though not published yet. Sort of a poetic exploration of the creature, Mary Shelly, her sister, the characters in the book. Makes me want to go back and reread the book. I also have Mary Shelly's letters, which I've never read. If I don't give them to the lady that wrote these poems, maybe I read them finally.

 

I had the one of the Mummy when I was kid. Don't think its changed in forty years. Glued it together myself and painted it. Wonder what happened to it. Probably in a landfill somewhere. There was a kid whose father helped him build one of those transparent men things.

Always wanted an old man like that.

Naulins Music

Saw this guy at this place in San Jose.Junkie and they made me run upstairs to use a credit card for drinks. The food was trash poor New Orleans fare.

The Latest

Mandolin Orange - Running Red from Alex Loops on Vimeo.

Forgotten Things

At nineteen I was climbing Mt. Logan with a couple of buddies. I was carrying a camera to take photos from the top for my wife who couldn't climb mountains because of her knee. The marriage was ending. She would go out without me. We barely talked. She went to a shrink with me once- declared that she had been very hurt by me, and wouldn't discuss why and that was it- no more therapy to work anything out. The other two guys on the mountain with me were experienced mountain climbers and this was a day lark for them. I was very tired and at one point was entirely willing to lie down and act out that scene from "Women In Love:" where the guy goes to sleep in the snow- to freeze to death. They came back and got me and got me to go the rest of the way. We were just below the summit it seems. Coming down was a lot easier. I didn't take one picture. Told her I was too exhausted to get it out. (Is that a metaphor or what?) Anyway, was talking the other night and realized that I did know what that feeling was like: lying down to die. It's a whole lot easier to feel that way when you are young. There is no love like the first one for unleashed passion and agony.

Writer's Ed- The Best There Was

This was posted a lot time ago of parties we used to have at the Venice house. The little building with the two windows was our little one car garage that I remodeled into a studio space for me- a place to go write and paint. We had a Writer's Group- Workshop that met there once a month I think- maybe twice a month? David Carren, Rex (that guy standing in the doorway) Jim Badham sitting in the maroon sweater there, me with my hair and baby on knee, Jim Anderson, and Elena and Diane Williams and I tried to get Lorraine and Bobbie Goodwin, but it didn't quite work for them. Anyway, we read everything ahead of time, analyzed and critiqued and made suggestions and tried to help people get where they wanted to go. It probably was the best workshop I've ever attended and I learned a lot. All the folks are off somewhere else now except for Rex and me. The baby on my knee is graduating from college next month and I did finish the novel that I started in this group and self-published it. Those were the days, huh? We're not done yet. I have six pages into my four days working on the first draft of a brand new book. A new song that I'm practicing to get the kinks out- that has a thirty year old chorus that I made up in the shower and brand new verses to make it good. I've given up on the GLAWS writing group. Reached my burn out point. I need people to hold my feet to the fire. 

The Perfect Place

Looking for a new Writer's Group and a new music jam group. Hit up a friend to get a lead on the writers. Called another friend to see if her church would want to host a jam group for beginners. "Everything that has a banjo in it" -hows that for a title. Emailed "The Talking Stick" a coffee house about the music group- haven't received a response. Left a message with Santa Monica Parks & Rec- haven't gotten a call back. Try some more today. If you don't have what you want- go get it- or make it yourself.
Or read "A Winter's Tale" by Mark Helprin - Its a book about building a bridge to no where.