The man who couldn't afford to orgy doesn't have to be Jewish

A week ago Sunday, Dana and I went to Lula Lounge to see John Cale. It was an amazing show — Cale, with guitarist, bassist, and drummer, was pure punk. It was so exciting to see a guy in his early 60s rip the place apart like that. And what a contrast to the last time I saw him, probably nearly a decade ago, at the Diamond, when he did a solo show as elegant gentleman at piano. Lots of new songs this time around, and very little pandering to the audience with hits. His rave-up on Pablo Picasso was mind-blowing.

This past Sunday, Dana and I went to Massey Hall to see the first-ever stage version of You Don't Have To Be Jewish. I'd totally forgotten about this phenomenon until Dana brought the vinyl of it over a few weeks ago. Suddenly all those punch lines came back to me: "I'm hiiiiiiiding... in the front cloooooooset!" The stage version featured Jamie Farr, of M*A*S*H fame, and four other actors. They were all really capable performers, and likeable too, but man was it ever corny. It was pretty much word-for-word loyal to the two LPs of the 60s. Which I liked. I liked its corniness.

Going to see live things is a nice break from reading online news 24 hours a day.

Over and out.