The Courtney Janes09 May 2008 12:42 am

We had two gigs in the North Beach neighborhood of San Francisco this week: Little Italy. We played at Maggie Mcgarry’s Irish pub (naturally!) and the Caffe Trieste.

Our first foray into the neighborhood introduced me to Golden Boy Pizza and several other iconic traditions of nightlife in The City. We visited a kitschy music store featuring all manner of used electronic gear. Most of it was junk, but the cumulative effect of all that junk was quite a spectacle. We also went to an espresso bar before the show. “Bad Medicine” was blasting on the stereo when we came in. Dennis commented that it was probably exactly what was playing at an espresso bar in Italy — “Bon Giovi!”

Tonight’s tryst turned out to be quite enjoyable, as well. We sold a few CDs and added some names to our mailing list– always good– and there were even a few dollars in the tip jar at the end of our show. But my favorite moment by far happened when I told the manager I was losing my voice. (This was a great-nephew of the original owner, I understand.) He told me “the old man” gave him this advice when you start to lose your voice: chug a Coke. You can’t do the whole thing at once, but drink enough so that you feel the burn in your throat. Ease off when your eyes start watering. Apparently, the gasses released in the process are capable of killing any bacteria that might be bothering your larynx. I did this and it seemed to have a positive effect. Try it at home for an Authentic North Beach Experience!

F&F12 Mar 2008 12:10 pm

Sam attends a wonderful public elementary school here in Marin County, California. His principal is an involved and caring leader and his kindergarten teacher is terrific. Sam’s class of 20 students is fortunate to have two parent volunteers every morning assisting two full-time teachers. On Wednesdays, there is a third adult volunteer, an active retiree in the neighborhood with a passion for computer literacy.

Yet, even with a 1:4 adult to student ratio, there are some kids in Sam’s class who seem to get left behind, week after week. I volunteer every other Wednesday and I have been gradually stepping-up my support for those sleepier learners as the gap only seems to be broadening.

The morning begins with Circle Time and then the students work on individual projects in small groups. The groups change every few weeks, allowing students to build a range of friendships as the teachers match students who work well together.

The groups are named for colors — red, yellow, green and blue. I have to confess that at the beginning of the year I was trying to determine the hierarchy of colors. I was convinced that the green group had the majority of so-called advanced learners in it and I wanted Sam to be in that group. But I quickly saw the flaw in my approach and I’m grateful to report that Sam’s teachers group the students carefully in order to build a sense of equality in the classroom. After all, no color is better than another.

After morning circle, the groups circulate among three or four activity centers. Mr. B. sat at the computer center; Ms. F. helped the students work on a creative counting book called “I Have 10 Dots”; Mrs. B. sat with students at a reading and coloring center. Mrs. V. and I sat at a sorting center where students sort pictures based on the beginning sounds of the words.

Today they were working on D and Z words: zoo, dog, desk, zipper, zebra, doll, zigzag and drum. The class has been doing the same activity all year, working on different letters each week. By now, most of the students get the hang of the activity and get right to work as soon as they sit down. They put their name on the paper, cut out their pictures, work out the beginning sounds, sort and paste them where they belong and then attempt to write the words using their best guess spelling. I saw lots of wonderful ziprs, descs, dols and zebrus with more than a few beautifully backward z’s.

But a small number of students who approach the table spend much of their time avoiding the work. They will roll their paper into a telescope, or spend their time cutting and coloring to postpone the writing part as long as possible. At first I thought these kids were simply not stimulated by this type of work. “This student needs food, exercise or sleep,” I thought. But a few weeks ago, I saw one of our sleepy students wake up to the activity. He started doing the work as soon as he sat down last time and he did it again this morning.

I realized that student was lacking confidence in his writing ability. Then I started to identify lower confidence among the remaining handful of students who did not take to the activity.

Slowly, I have been working with these kids, helping them sound out their words, helping them identify the letters that make the sound using the big phonetic alphabet on the wall. I even made dot-to-dots for one girl to write her name — a technique I used when Sam started writing his letters two years ago.

The dot-to-dot girl (let’s call her Dot) finished her page today, for the first time. Then she grabbed two colored pencils and proceeded to scribble all over the pictures. Instead of telling her to color inside the lines, I told her I thought she picked great color combinations. Dot was so delighted with her success she leaned over and kissed my cheek!

It is easy to view these activities as busywork, unnecessary for a child of 5. There is even an ongoing debate among parents at our school who question the role of homework in primary education. On the other hand, all of the students in Sam’s class are capable of doing the work with a little support. I also believe that language skills develop through repetition, exactly like musicianship (and similar to many purely physical activities). I am not writing to tout the value of early literacy programs. Instead, I am working out my thoughts about the way we as parents celebrate the successes of those who excel, regardless of the child’s age or the specific activity.

It is very easy to sit at the activity center and give a few instructions to the more confident kids and watch them run with it. As a parent, you feel like you’ve got great teaching mojo when you make a suggestion and a child takes a creative risk and dazzles everyone. But all children are capable of such leaps. I hope we can find ways as a community to share our time and effort with the handful of kids who are feeling less confident.

F&F09 Jan 2008 10:27 am

Dave F. and I achieved accidental near-perfection installing this spalted alder mantel:
alder mantel

The wood was milled from a tree that fell in Mill Valley a few years ago. Lisa and I found it drying over the paint counter at Green Fusion. The owners of the store actually intended to use it themselves, but I persuaded them to sell it to me and I presented it to Lisa for her birthday. It was almost 12 feet long, so I cut it in half and sanded (and sanded and sanded and sanded and sanded and sanded) it until it looked like a mantel. (The left side drifts away from the brick, revealing the “live edge” on back.)

Installation involved three pieces of rebar, cut to about 10″. We used a neighbor’s drill-press to get straight holes about 6″ into the back edge. Then we marked up the fireplace and drilled through the brick (about 3-1/2″). Rebar is not perfectly straight — neither were our holes! We spent a several scary minutes reaming out the holes to compensate for those imperfections. Luckily, the bars pinched inward as the mantel slid back and the top is dead level. It took quite a bit of force to get it into place, so we did not have to use any adhesive whatsoever. The board has a slight bow in it, but the mortar line of the brick is not perfectly straight either. The end result gives the pleasant illusion of perfection!

The Courtney Janes21 Dec 2007 10:46 pm

My friend Dennis and I are booking shows together under the moniker, “The Courtney Janes”.

I met Dennis at an open mic in Novato. He and his music are both instantly likable. He is friendly, unassuming and funny. He’s also an awesome guitar player. We’ve been able to rehearse a lot over the past two months and things are really starting to click, musically.

There is no Courtney Jane. Dennis came up with the band name before I met him, but this is my explanation: It’s a cool sounding name. (Wouldn’t you like to know someone named Courtney Jane?) That’s it.

More relevant to me is that he had the same vision for The Courtney Janes that I once had for Sugar Grove. Namely, that it would be a collective of songwriter/musicians who play in support of one-another.

For now, it’s really working for both of us as a duet.

We plan to do some formal recording soon, so I hope you’ll stick around to hear it for yourself. We’ll be at Marin Coffee Roasters tomorrow. I can’t wait!

F&F10 Dec 2007 02:06 pm

Back in July, my neighbor Jim gave me a shamisen — a traditional Japanese instrument analogous to the banjo.

Shamisen

“Take it home and play with it for awhile,” he said. I was teaching music and stories from around the world, so it seemed novel. The shamisen needed a new string, though, so I ordered some on eBay. They were shipped quickly, but the summer was so busy, I never got around to stringing it up. (It involves tying knots. They don’t look very complex, but let’s just say I never achieved Eagle Scout.) I did not use the shamisen during summer camp, as intended. I tried once to give it back, but Jim would not accept it. Instead, he gave me some instructional material on how to play the shamisen and sent me packing. Afraid of acquiring more, I left.

But a few weeks ago, I was doing some work in Jim’s shop (building a device to suspend a guitar while I sprayed finish on it) and he decided to give me ANOTHER banjo. This one an old American tenor, great for Irish music. “Take it home and play with it for awhile,” he said. There was no label or serial number, but my dad knows a lot about banjos so I sent him some photos and he quickly identified it as a 1920’s S. S. Stewart “Universal Favorite”, worth about $450. (More on that.) I replaced some bent pins, put new strings on it and it sounds awesome.

The focal point of my CD cover is a photo of me playing an old 5-string banjo. The photo was originally taken as publicity for “The Last Hanging in Pike County”, a play we produced in 1996 at Lime Kiln in Lexington, VA. (I was musical director for the production.) My CD was released in 2005, but I had sold the banjo to a friend in 2002. I recently decided to re-acquire the banjo because it is Sam’s absolute favorite instrument. I sent some money to my friend a few months back and he agreed to send the banjo out to me when he could get somebody to carry it out here. That somebody turned out to be my dad. I need to contact Ken at the Fret Mill and see whether he can tell me anything else about the banjo’s origin. (Matt…?)

When my folks arrived with my old banjo, I was immediately struck by the similarities between the two American instruments. They were meant to be together.

Banjos

The Shamisen is a bit of an anomaly, but it fits right in at our house!

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