Dear Gentlemen or Ladies Who Might Enter My Apartment, Uninvited, During My Absence,
Some thoughts to make your lives easier.
- Please watch your step. There are cardboard boxes of Louis buttons all through the living room.
- If you accidentally knock over a pile of CDs or books, I would take it as a great kindness if you would — to the best of your ability, and time permitting — put it back as it was. Nothing upsets a homeowner more than an ungracious burglar.
- On that same note, please put the seat down when you are through.
- Help yourself to whatever you like in the refrigerator, but (again, time permitting) please wash whatever plates and utensils you might use.
- There is very little of monetary value in the apartment, so if you look in my sock drawer for stacks of currency or gold coins, I fear you will be disappointed. There are quarters on the kitchen counter, for laundry and the parking meters. Feel free.
- I would very much appreciate if you would leave me the autographed jazz photos on the wall. You don’t want the avenging ghost of Sidney Catlett to plague you, do you?
- There is a Banner 78 of BELIEVE IT, BELOVED, by Henry Red Allen on one of the turntables. Please, only take it if you have a turntable yourself and a proper stylus. Otherwise it is not worth the effort of properly wrapping it in bubble paper for your getaway.
Why am I writing this?
I will indeed be away from my apartment from October 25 to 29, more or less, at the Jazz Jubilee by the Sea in Pismo, California. Why? To enjoy the festival, to meet new friends, and to hear and see my beloved friends make music. (I’ll have a video camera or two as well, should you worry about such things.)
I know that I will be showing up to enjoy the work of Larry Scala, Dawn Lambeth, Marc Caparone, Dave Caparone, Carl Sonny Leyland, Steve Pikal, Danny Coots, the Au Brothers, Three Blue Guitars, the Creole Syncopators, Chloe Feoranzo, Bob Schulz, Katie Cavera, the Shake ‘Em Up Jazz Band, and more. I might pay a call on a few others, although if people reading this post expect me to make a full longitudinal video survey of the festival, neither my legs nor my aesthetic inclinations allow for such breadth. (At any point in the festival, five groups are playing simultaneously in five locations. Choices must be made.)
You’ll have to get out of your chair and be there in person your ownself — a radical thought for those of us accustomed to having the world come to us through cyberspace and for free.
For more information, click Pismo Jazz Jubilee by the Sea.
And a postscript for the burglars, or at least the one portrayed above. I admire the striped shirt, but once one attains a certain girth, perhaps a nice paisley? Horizontal stripes, alas, are not slimming at all, even if they are traditional.
Here’s the Red Allen 78 (or at least the music) I’d like to keep:
Here’s the flip side (now a completely archaic phrase):
May your happiness increase!