Slow start today and now I have to rush. Yesterday that cost me seeing The Hot Jazz Jumpers at the New York Vintage Train Underground Swing and Jazz Festival. I was able to get myself out of the house to see Scott Wolfson and Other Heroes at the newly reopened Café Bohemia. It’s been far to long since I’ve seen SWaOH and that provided the impetus to get there by 7:30. It was also enough to get Bob, Richard, Barbara & Gordon to the show. My brain works in mysterious ways. The way I remember Barbara’s husband’s name is not because it’s the same as mine but because together their name is Batgirl’s Barbara Gordon. As Scott is a big Batman fan that’s especially appropriate. No matter what the ostensible subject matter, I’m also writing about my brain.
I always have so much fun talking to Scott and the other heroes, Chris, Skyler, Kirk, and Matt, that I sometimes suspect it’s why I love the band. Then the music starts, and I realize, no it’s because of the music. Maybe I only like the guys because I like the music. That would explain a lot. It has nothing to do with the fact that they can do Bob Newhart routines from memory and know Addams Family trivia that I don’t. It’s both, I love the people and I love the music. Scott Wolfson and Other Heroes is a folk-rock band even though they don’t sound like other folk-rock bands. They live in the Folk World but with the electric guitar, drum kit, and keyboard they rock out. They give you the visceral rush of rock along with the thought-provoking lyrics of folk. And then Scott croons. Scott’s the last person you’d take by personality to be a crooner, but he’s a great crooner. He could have a career doing standards. He could have a career as a sensitive singer-songwriter. The band does all these things at shows. I always find myself dancing in my seat.
After the show I went out for dinner. I was going to just stop at Papaya Dog but saw there was a Five Guys down the block and went there. It was late and near closing and I got a drink on the house and tons of extra fries. I made a good choice. Order the Cajun fries if you go.
Now I have to run. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist. We’ll talk about my brain too.
Wise Madness 