is that arlo?

I see famous people everywhere.  Not really the famous people, but people who look like famous people, and I think it’s amusing to point out a guy with a braid and a headband and say stuff to Banjo Man like, “Hey, Willie Nelson’s driving that taxi!”

My friend Pat started doing this years ago at auctions, so it’s her fault that I think this is so darn entertaining.

So Banjo Man didn’t pay much attention to me when we walked into the Saxon Pub last Thursday night and I said, “Hey, Arlo Guthrie’s in that corner booth eating a sandwich!”

Banjo Man:  Where do you want to sit?

Me:  Down in front.  Really, doesn’t that guy with the white hair look like Arlo Guthrie?

Banjo Man:  Yeah, sure.  Watch where you’re going.

We had spent all afternoon listening to music at Opa’s and, after a hairy trip to East Austin the night before, we’d decided to stick closer to home and enjoy the evening at the Saxon Pub.

A duo named “Folk Uke” would be up first.  Then Johnny Nicholas (originally from Westerly, RI) with Cindy Cashdollar (one of the world’s best slide/steel guitarists).  If we were still awake at 10 PM we’d stay to hear Bobby Whitlock, a 70’s rocker.  The SXSW lineup was called “Texas Legends”, so we figured we couldn’t go wrong.

We settled in to our seats in front of the stage and eventually Folk Uke–two young women, one with a ukelele and the other with a guitar–took center stage.  The “Arlo” guy sat in a chair onstage to the right and picked up a guitar.  The sound man stepped over some cables and shook his hand.

Me:  He’s shaking hands with Arlo Guthrie.

Banjo Man: That’s not Arlo Guthrie, but I’ll give the guy credit: he really does look like him.

Cathy (the young woman with the ukelele):  I’m sure some of you who’ve seen us before are wondering who else is playing with us tonight.  [I held my breath.  She introduced a young banjo player from Australia, a handsome bass guitar player not-from-Texas and then gestured towards the older guy with the wild white hair].  And my dad.

Me:  Who the hell is her Dad?

Several people in the bar took pictures.  I hadn’t brought my camera because I’m an idiot, so I used my cell phone camera and took this photo:

Folk Uke sang a hilarious song.  And another, and another.  Deadpan humor, sweet voices, outrageous lyrics, delicate harmonies.  “Dad” took a few solos but never said a word.  The banjo player looked nervous and blurted out, “I hope someone’s taking a picture of this!”

The bass player dropped his guitar during the second song.  I’m not sure he ever played again.

I continued to study “Arlo”.   He caught my gaze a few times and his eyes twinkled.  He seemed to be having a really great time.

Me to Banjo Man:  That really is Arlo Guthrie.

Banjo Man:  Why would Arlo Guthrie be at the Saxon?  Wouldn’t all these people in here know it was him?

Me:  I saw him at the Newport Folk Festival the first time he sang “Alice’s Restaurant”.

Banjo Man:  That was 45 years ago.

Me:  I went to his show in New Orleans.  An Evening with Arlo Guthrie.  He sat on a stool on the stage and told stories and sang songs for a few hours and he looked just like him.

(Of course you know that the end of this story is that Arlo Guthrie was at the Saxon that night.  According to the next morning’s newspaper, there was a Woody Guthrie tribute downtown that same evening, with Arlo scheduled to speak at midnight, introduced by his daughter Cathy.  Hundreds of people showed up and hundreds more were turned away.)

Son #2, Will, met us at the Saxon around 11 PM.  We dropped Banjo Man at the condo and then went up to the Magnolia Cafe for a late night meal.  I told my Arlo story, to which my stunned son replied, “Are you kidding me, Mom?  He does have a daughter and she sings.”

We googled when we got home.  Folk Uke is comprised of Cathy Guthrie, daughter of Arlo, and Amy Nelson, daughter of Willie.

You can’t fool a child of the 60’s.

Posted in austin, music | 6 Comments

sunday dinner in texas

One of the “real people”,  son number one.

Posted in austin, food | Leave a comment

right through these doors…

I love Austin. We’ve been spending a lot of time this week at Opa’s, a coffee/wine/beer/Greek food bar on South Lamar. They’ve been hosting a Pennsylvania radio station’s 3-day broadcast of Americana music and we’ve seen some great musicians.

Sometimes we walk past this pizza place.

You have to love the doors.

Posted in austin | 3 Comments

only in austin?

Posted in austin | Leave a comment

no camera, darn it

I didn’t get to take a picture of the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen on a plate.

The most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen on a plate that I eagerly ordered in a restaurant.

Boudin sausage.  It was a “get the pooper scooper and clean up after the dog” moment.  With saltine crackers and mustard.

Banjo Man ate it.  I gagged and then ordered a piece of key lime pie.

We were at a new local eatery for a SXSW day party:  the sun was shining, the crowd friendly, the music great.  Our first SXSW afternoon, so we decided to kick back with an appetizer and enjoy the ambience.

I think I’ll stick to bbq and tacos from now on.

 

Posted in austin, food | Leave a comment

introduction to fiddle–is it ever too soon?

Maybe.

Today I babysat my 18-month old grandson.  He has quite an ear for music and he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t like.

He loves Bruce Springsteen.  He will not go to bed at night until he watches a certain song from a certain live concert in Spain on youtube.

One of his first words was, “Bru”.  We know who he means.

So…I had the brilliant idea of hauling my old fiddle to Texas and introducing the little guy to the sound of the violin.  He loves his father’s guitar.  I knew he would be impressed when Grandma made her own magic.

When I pulled it out of the case he was awestruck.  When I tuned it he came close and stood at my feet to listen.  I showed off with some double-stops and he smiled.  I sat on the couch and let him pluck the strings.   He was so thrilled he kissed my arm.  Then he crawled into my lap so he could hold it himself.  He wanted to hold the bow, so I helped him saw it back and forth across the strings.

Which is when things went wrong.  The sound was squeaky and horrible.  He turned to me and frowned.  Gave the bow back.  Scooted off my lap.

I played “Faded Love” for him, trying to prove that the fiddle could indeed sound good and live up to his musical expectations.

And the little boy who had not left my side for two and a half hours ran out of the living room, into his bedroom and shut the door.

I didn’t tell him “Bru” is in Austin this week.  He’s stuck with Grandma instead.

Posted in grandmother stuff | 1 Comment

a good saturday night in texas

It’s not all tequila, guitars, honky tonk, fiddles, beer and bbq.

Some times you have to kick back and relax on the couch with your favorite guy.

Posted in austin, family, grandmother stuff | 3 Comments

boys in the bar

You can’t beat the happy hour at the Continental Club, especially on a night when Hot Club of Cowtown is playing.  Some of you remember when Elana James, with her dog and her fiddle, came to The Towers in Narragansett.

Here’s a photo from Hot Club’s website:

Here’s the photo I took:

My photo skills are practically nonexistent.

Here are a few more Hot Club/Happy Hour fans.  I think they invited us to their ranch this weekend.

Posted in austin, music | 4 Comments

day 2: preview

Boy, do  I have a lot to tell you!  SXSW hasn’t even started yet and we’ve already has the best night yet, starting at the Continental Club and ending at The Rattle Inn downtown.  It involves guitars, song writers and a voice mail from Delbert McLinton.

Really.  Delbert.

We had our picture taken to send to him.  I’m sure I looked young and thin and very peppy at midnight.

Details and photos tomorrow….

(I’ve been getting up early and spending mornings with my brilliant and handsome grandson, who has decided that having Grandma around is a pretty good deal; meanwhile Grandma has decided that naps are a pretty good deal.)

Posted in austin | 1 Comment

day one: boots on the ground

boots on the ground

plumber in the bathroom

library books in the van

taco* in my belly

*fried avocado with spicy ranch sour cream sauce

Posted in austin | 2 Comments