Tuesday, November 11, 2025

carlos murphy's

for whatever reason the restaurant, Carlos Murphy's, popped up in my mind tonight as i was collecting the photos i posted earlier.  those pics are the result of a long walk i took in the early evening a couple of weeks ago thru midtown/downtown listening to Halloween radio on my phone.  but why Carlos Murphy's?  i dunno exactly.  it specialized in a fusion of irish-mexican fare.  located across the street from Cal Expo, home of the CA State Fair, it was a chain restaurant that had locations, i just learned from a quick google search, in Emeryville, & other cities.  i admit that i never ate at Carlos Murphy's.  have no excuse why not.  i think it had a reputation as an older crowd's dating scene.  i could be wrong about that.  my parents never bothered to take the family there.  & by the time i was old enough to go on my own my interests often led me elsewhere.  but just the idea of a marriage between mexican & irish dishes sounds interesting.  even its name is a hybrid, like so many things that are of CA & American culture[s].  Carlos Murphy's folded in the late '80s or sometime in the '90s.  the building sat derelict for many years.  until it was torn down.  now the whole area is rebuilt with medical buildings, apartment complexes etc etc.  my memories are not as keen as they used to be.  partly due to age, i guess.  i recall reading online a bit of advice.  take pictures of everything.  because everything changes & when they do you will have your memories of places, people & things preserved.  how often have you driven past some place & asked yourself, what was there before this?  because our memories fade or self-delete we often forgot even the very things we would look at for years.  until they are gone.  replaced by something else.  so Carlos Murphy's is now a memory of a restaurant that i'd see so often i took it for granted.  an 'irish-mexican cafe' because why the hell not.  

peace & love  

new world co.

 


bard's eye view

 


Saturday, November 08, 2025

it's saturday nite, you got the america blues, so you wanna hear a rock&roll protest song by brandi fucking carlile!

Friday, November 07, 2025

an old home movie on videotape

put in the videocassette & press play
you hear that old familiar click & rattle
of the VCR when onscreen the scene is

a moment in your travels in sweden 
at the viking burial mounds outside Uppsala
the summer sky peppered with huge white clouds

an ordinary swedish summer day 
& the mounds are ancient 
things that take your breath away

when a tour bus pulls into the parking lot
stops & tumbles out is a group of elderly americans 
making their own holiday 

funny loud & typical you hear one man say
'i've heard two things about sweden
its smorgasbords & its beautiful women

i've seen its women now where are the smorgasbords!'
the tape stops at that final declaration
of naivety & industry 
 
of a man who knows nothing 
but then everything centers toward him
as a stay against decay & death

death holds sway 
which holds its resolve for everyone
under the bright clear swedish summer sun
 

Thursday, November 06, 2025

don't let the sun go down on me

 

i love live performances.  i watch a lot of it on youtube.  be it music & poetry readings.  i prefer going to see bands/musicians in person, of course.  the energy one gets from the band that then feeds the band to take it higher is like going to church.  in the phrase of the late sly stone, live music can take you higher.  poetry readings too.  except that i find my poetry reading nourishment more on youtube than in person.  but nothing beats a good poet reading well in person.  it can take you higher.  so then, i have a couple of live performances to look forward to this month.  my mother-in-law & i will see humorist david sedaris this sunday.  i have been a big fan of sedaris for well over 30 years.  i remember the first time i read his essay, 'Diary of a Smoker' about the history of cigarette smoking in his family.  when he said that he had a picture of his mother breastfeeding his sister, while pregnant with another sister, then leaning forward toward the held zippo to light the cigarette between her lips i busted out laughing, & i felt seen!  i come from a family of smokers too.  later this month anna & will head over to the Crest Theater to see andy bell, the singer for the wonderful technopop duo, Erasure, who will perform solo.  dude has a magnificent set of pipes.  but i am bummed that the great rockabilly band, The Stray Cats, have cancelled their tour because of brian setzer's chronic illness.  we had tix to see the Cats later this month at the Hard Rock in wheatland.  i am, as i've stated before, at heart a greaser/hippie/punk, & i love, really love, rockabilly.  i saw the Cats, with my brothers, in 1983 at the Memorial Auditorium.  the doowop group, 14 Karat Soul, opened for them.  it was a killer show.  here's to brian setzer getting well soon.   praise be for live music & live poetry readings.  which have sustained me & continues to nourish me as i stare at my years of a, so far, not so short a life.  i am, after all, looking down the barrel of 60 years on this green & blue rock.  so, in the words of elton john, don't let the sun go down on me.  not yet, at least.  for their will be another show to see.

peace & love 

street song

dressed in work clothes he gets out of his car
in the Safeway parking lot 
holding a can of something
beans or soup? 

it was a long day at work
i just walked 2.5 miles home
thru downtown/midtown
my old muscles & bones feeling it

i pass him as i walk across the lot
excuse me, i say, when i pass
no bother, he says, then
hey are you homeless, he asked me

no
are you a teacher, he followed
i chuckled, no, perhaps i have that look
ok, you take care of yourself, he concluded

still with his can of soup or beans
in his hands standing
outside the entrance of Safeway
hope against hope married to the futility & beauty of living

Wednesday, November 05, 2025

belated halloween greetings from supercat jack

 

meeeow!

Friday, October 31, 2025

a final kiss of halloween 2025

a 2:00 AM stroll in salem, ma
boo!

today is halloween!

however, you boils & ghouls celebrate this high holiday, whatever the state of the world we live in, mr. pumpkin & i tip our hats to you, your family & friends, that we might live in a better, saner world soon enough, & that this Spooky Season be its start, for here there be tygers, oh my, i wish you all a very merry not-so-scary HAPPY HALLOWEEN!


boo!

Thursday, October 30, 2025

everyday is halloween!

 house on haunted hill [1999]

there is a look, a style, an aesthetic in these old movies from the late 1990s/early 2000s that i didn't appreciate when they were current & oh so new.  but with a perspective of a couple of decades, with the '20s as we observe them now, there was a sheen to this turn of the millennium horror films that define their era.  a slickness of production, certainly.  a kind of mad haunted house design too.  a cast of very pretty people as well wearing the coolest clothes.  the lighting & editing too that screams of a style so common to films of the late '90s.  you gotta see 'em to get 'em!  

but you might wonder why this remake rather than the original william castle pic?  as much as i love castle's movies i have a hankering for that turn of the millennium vibe so well executed by this remake.  a haunted house movie par excellence.  here goes: geoffrey rush is a madman millionaire theme park owner cum designer.  he's been trying to murder - why? - his wife, played by famke janssen.  & the best way to kill her is to invite a few people to her birthday party in a former insane asylum that's been shuttered since the 1930s when the inmates took over & killed the staff.

oh boy!  but the asylum has its own plans.  somehow it hacks into rush's email & sends out RSVPs to a group of strangers that include taye diggs, ali larter & peter gallagher among others.  why them?  because the house wants revenge & will take it out on the relatives of those that had once done harm to the long dead insane asylum patients.  so far so good.  oh yes, rush's character offers each of these invitees 1 million dollars - i feel the need to put my pinky to my lips & laugh maniacally a la dr. evil in the austin powers movies - if they can survive the night in the asylum now house.

well now, we get ghosties, creepies, ghoulies, & all other sorts of nasties that torment our guests.  this was a time in horror movies when one of the creepies, to prove how fucked up they were, would violently spin their head in a fast blur while everything else in the frame stayed still.  creeeeepy!  at any rate, this is a fun film for the Spooky Season directed by william malone, from a script by dick beebe [original story credited to robb white] & with fx by gregory nicotero et al.  

& but who survives?  the house?  one or two of the guests?  the hosts?  does it matter since we are all in for a treat of a movie that asks us to drop all our conceits & critical acumen, grab a beer or two, maybe smoke a bowl as well, & a big bucket of popcorn & strap in for the ride.  yes, this halloween movie is that much fun!

boo!