Posted by keithosaunders on February 24, 2017
A few days ago I went out to a Japanese ramen restaurant with my ex-wife and son. I perused the menu looking for an interesting soup, but most of the soups seemed too bland. Finally I noticed a soup called fire chicken and decided to try it.
When I ordered the soup the waitress asked me, “what level?” I hadn’t noticed levels but when I looked back at the menu, sure enough there were five levels – 2, 4, 6, 8, & 10. (I don’t know what happened to the odd numbers)
I didn’t want to be one of those wimpy Americans with a fear of spicy foods so I opted for a level six. The waitress looked down at me and with a stern voice informed me, “Most people order level two.” I downgraded to a 4.
When the soup arrived things did not bode well. First of all, the broth was an unnatural shade of red; a shade not found in nature. It was a bright crimson, like the color of Ohio State’s uniforms.
When I tried it my eyes immediately began gushing tears and I coughed as if I had just taken a puff of my first cigarette. I broke out in dry heaves and my hair fell out in clumps. But it actually tasted pretty good if you ignored the ancillary effects.
But this begs the question: What is a level 10 and who are the humans that can ingest it?
Posted in life, Uncategorized | Tagged: fire chicken, Japanese reestaurants, Ohio St, ramen | Leave a Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on February 16, 2017
The subject of my post is, admittedly, wishful thinking, but anytime I have the opportunity to quote the great Knick, Michael J. Richardson, I jump at the chance.
Less than a month into the Trump administration it is in a disarray of epic proportions. Just perhaps, and I’m going out on a limb here, it might have been best to hire people who had some actual experience working in government. At any rate, this miserable group of generals and billionaires are by any measure rotten to the core and we, the people, are going to have to batten down the hatches to make it through the next four years. Is there a class I can take in battening?
With Michael Flynn’s resignation the first domino fell. He was on the phone with Russia more often than I call my bookie, but I’ve said too much! There isn’t a chance in hell that he acted on his own but the question is will a public grown accustomed to suckling on the teat of 140 character tweets have the attention span for a Watergate-esque scandal.
Just to be on the safe side I’m brushing up on my Prokofiev sonatas.
Posted in Politics, Uncategorized | Tagged: Dis Ship be sinkin, Donald Trump, Michael Flynn, Michael J Richardson, New York Knicks, NSA, Prokofiev, Russia, Twitter, Vladimir Putin | Leave a Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on February 6, 2017
Stick a fork in the football season. This was the worst football post season I can ever remember. The Giants laid an egg, the Raiders lost their QB to injury, and every game was lopsided. The Super Bowl was a piece of garbage. Why do they even let any team from Atlanta in that game? You would think, with a 28-3 lead the Falcons would at least run some clock. Would that have been asking too much?!
How fitting, in this era of Trump, that cheaters such as Brady and Belichick are rewarded with accolades and Super Bowl victories. They lucked into it this year by playing the ultimate chump team, and they lucked into it two years ago when Seattle, for some fix-is-in reason, neglected to hand the ball off to Marshawn Lynch FROM THE HALF YARD LINE.
I hate all sports.
Posted in football, Uncategorized | Tagged: Atlanta Falcons, Bill Belichick, football, Marshawn Lynch, New England Patriots, New York Giants, Oakland Raiders, Seattle Seahawks, Super Bowl LI, superbowl, Tom Brady | 13 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on February 2, 2017
I realize that it’s strange and somewhat ungrateful to complain about the cold when I’m living in California, but it’s my blog so clear the field, here I go. It’s been a rainier and colder winter than normal. The rain is good as it appears that our drought is all but over, but I’m sick of playing gigs with freezing hands.
It’s true that in the Bay Area we do not get bitter cold, sub-freezing temperatures, but it has been in the 40s consistently since November. That still counts as cold in my book, especially when most of the clubs and restaurants keep their doors and windows open. Why do they do this? They don’t know from vestibules here.
Don’t restaurant owners understand the ‘open’ sign concept? You hang the ‘open’ sign over the front door and then people know that you’re open.
Let me tell you something, there’s nothing charming about outdoor eating, even when you have heat lamps. Do you like your food garnished with a sheen of exhaust? Then outdoor eating is for you!
Even in the summer months it never gets that hot here. Especially in the summer months! Close the damn door already.
Posted in San Francisco, Uncategorized | Tagged: Bay Area, rain, San Francisco, vestibules, winter | 2 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on January 31, 2017
This is actually a real thing, created by Mad magazine artist, Don Martin. Each year my buddy from New York – sax player extraordinaire and general bon vivant, John Tendy – and his friend, Dan DiPaolo, produce a video extravaganza to be released on January 31st.
Every year the production values increase as Dan and John strive to bring you the utmost in quality content. You can search some of their previous years efforts on youtube under Ibar Fridays or National Gorilla Suit Day.
Enjoy, and remember…stay safe!
Posted in life, Uncategorized | Tagged: Dan Dipaolo, Don Martiin, ibar fridays, John Tendy, Mad magazine, National Gorilla Suit Day | Leave a Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on January 30, 2017
Let’s have a live look-in on NPR’s winter pledge drive!
This year why not take the plunge and become a gold member. You’ll receive 2 tickets to SF Jazz, our magazine – Boredom Weekly – and the brand new Keillor-Blocker.
This state of the art console attaches to your listening device to automatically block disturbing Saturday programming such as, A Prairie Home Companion, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, & Look Ma, No Hands.
In their place you can choose from among the following:
Game 6 of the 2003 World Series
Noam Chomsky reads The Pickwick Papers
Keitho sings A Love Supreme [in the shower]
Finally it is safe to drive a vehicle on a Saturday.
Hurry! There’s a limited supply.
Posted in media, San Francisco, Uncategorized | Tagged: 2003 World Series, A Love Supreme, A Prairie Home Companion, baseball, Charles Dickens, Garrison Keillor, John Coltrane, Miami Marlins, New York Yankees, Noam Chomsky, NPR, pledge drive, The Pickwick Papers, Wait wait don't tell me | 3 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on January 26, 2017
We’re less than a week into Donald Trump’s presidency and it’s clear that we have elected a madman. He continues, without a shred of evidence, to assert the lie that millions of people voted for Hillary Clinton illegally. He appears to want to make good on his promise to build a wall along our southern border even though it will cost billions and do little to prevent illegal immigration. It looks like he’ll do his best to gut the EPA and inhibit efforts to contain global warming. All in less than one week!
The folks for whom I reserve my greatest contempt, however, are the Republican Congressman and operatives. Unlike Trump, these people know what they’re doing. They’re gutting our countries natural resources, selling out the younger generation, feeding the rich, and taxing and imprisoning the poor. All for their own benefit. They can rot in hell as far as I’m concerned.
Posted in Politics, Uncategorized | Tagged: border wall, Congress, Donald Trump, EPA, Hillary Clinton, immigration, Republicans, Trump wall, US | 6 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on January 15, 2017
Today my father would have turned 90. He died just 14th months ago at the age of 88. He was born in 1927 in Brooklyn, New York. He grew up during the depression, served in the army as a private first class at the end of World War 2, and went to college at a small school in upstate Plattsburgh near the Canadian border called Champlain College.
He was a huge Brooklyn Dodgers fan. He endured the terrible teams of the 30s only to see them emerge as the dominant National League club of the 40s and 50s. He suffered through the the ignominy of Bobby Thompson’s home run and five World Series losses to the Yankees, but experienced the exultation of Brooklyn’s first ever World Championship (against the Yankees) in 1955.
He married my mother two months later after a whirlwind three month courtship and they stayed together for 45 years until my mother’s death.
Dad was as liberal as they come. He opposed nuclear weapons, working in the 50s to have them abolished. He was against the McCarthy hearings and he helped form a local political group called AQI – Associated Queens Independents. I am glad that he will not have to experience the Trump years.
My Dad hated pomposity. He couldn’t stand John Robinson when he was coaching the Rams. He called him ‘The Blowhard.’ He also loathed the Dallas Cowboys owner, Jerry Jones, who he referred to as ‘The Pipsqueak.’ (Nobody knows why he called him that. Jones isn’t that small)
My Dad’s favorite Brooklyn Dodger was Jackie Robinson. When I was growing up he used to tell my brother and I how Jackie Robinson was the most exciting ball player he had ever seen. His favorite move was The Bridge Over the River Kwai. He had a top ten movie list. Some of the other movies on the list were, The Lady Vanishes, The Best Years of Our Lives, and Fiddler on the Roof. It used to confound me that Fiddler made the list.
My Dad was one of the funniest and personable people I have ever met. When he was in a good mood there was nobody else you would rather spend time with. He was smart, witty, passionate, liberal, and self effacing.
He was a self made man. He moved his family to California – my brother and I were toddlers then – with no savings and no job. He found work, an apartment, and sent for us. He struggled for many years before finding great success as an independent rep for juvenile furniture lines. He and my mother were able to travel all around the world once my brother and I were older and on our own.
Dad, we miss you!
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged: Bobby Thompson, Brooklyn, Brooklyn Dodgers, California, Champlain College, Dad, Donald Trump, Fiddler on the Roof, Jackie RObinson, Joseph McCarthy, New York Yankees, Plattsburgh, The Best YEars of Our Lives, The Bridge Over the River Kwai, The Lady Vanishes | 2 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on January 3, 2017
Folks, here is concrete photographic evidence of a clear and present danger in the Bay Area: An alarming lack of vestibules.
When people observe jazz in their overcoats they are not enjoying the music – they are counting the minutes until they can be reunited with their heater. Head colds and gig-related illnesses are predicted to spike in future years.
Stop the madness. #vestibulesnow!
Posted in life, San Francisco, Uncategorized | Tagged: Bay Area, gigs, jazz, life, San Francisco, vestibules | Leave a Comment »