Thursday, June 24, 2004

Come As You Are - Complimentary Shade


Dear Lost Souls,

Let’s keep this short and sweet . . .

Friday Night Cocktail Hour is on for this week.  Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm . . . when the Haberdashery’s natty Cabana Boys will be on hand to fulfill your fluid desires.  In the spirit of our egalitarian community, endless shade will be provided for all.

As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger indefinitely in a glow of low expectations.

Yours,
Greg

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Come As You Are - NO COCKTAIL HOUR THIS WEEK


Dear Lost Souls,

There will be No Cocktail Hour this week as I will be off in the Windy City conducting critical Haberdashery research. Please be assured that on Friday evening I will pause to hoist a cocktail in your collective direction. I ask that you do the same.

Yours,
Greg

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Come As You Are - Up On the Roof! - Birthday and Goodbyes


Dear Lost Souls,

This coming Saturday, June 12th, we will be having a special Haberdashery bonanza for a number of special occasions including:

1.  The birthdays of two founders as well as a number of other Gemini Haberdites . . . Including a very special toast to our newest son: Hardesty True Dolge (born May 27th, 2004!)

and:

2.  A send off from the Bay Area (and the United States) for three of our cherished regulars; Austin, Timppa and Minna. Make sure that you stop by to say Goodbye and wish them well.

We have the roof terrace at Triple Rock reserved for Saturday afternoon. We’ll be hanging out at Triple Rock (up on the roof terrace) starting at 3pm. Bring your sunscreen! At about 6:30pm we will drift over to the Hab to fire up the barbecue. There will be some communal grill items, but please bring along your favorites to throw on the grill. Beyond that, the schedule gets a bit fuzzy . . .
Of course, Cocktail Hour is still on for Friday evening, so if we don't see you at both events, we'll hope to see you at one or the other. In the words of a great man:

“But, but, but . . . . . . I wan' BOFE of 'em!” - Biscuits

Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm.  As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger indefinitely in the comfort of our low expectations.

P.S.For the greener among us, our little community oasis is located at 2107 Hearst Avenue in Berkeley; at the northeast corner of Hearst and Shattuck (three blocks north of downtown Berkeley BART); next to Liason Bistro . . . kitty-corner from Triple Rock Brewery

Yours,
Greg

Thursday, June 3, 2004

Come As You Are - JACKETS REQUIRED; In the Name of Ray


Dear Lost Souls,

This week’s Cocktail Hour will be dedicated to the memory of Mr. Ray Charles. I will not (in hind sight) claim to have been truly dedicated fan . . . like I was . . . say, Tito Puentes . . . but, I have to say that the world just seems a little more empty since Mr. Charles has left it. So, in his honor, the Haberdashery is gonna tip its hat to the Man.

I'm a firm believer in God himself, but that's as far as I can go. I'm not any denomination. I'm not Catholic or Presbyterian or Baptist or Methodist or  Jewish or Muslim. I'm none of those things. And I'm sure that's just fine with God. (see rest of article below) - Ray Charles (1930 - 2004)

Yes, my Merry Mourners, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. And as part of our weekly covenant, we will be hoisting our glasses in honor of a dearly departed champion of peace, love and music. Ray was no angle . . . but you can bet your patushka that the angles made sure he ended somewhere they can still hear him doin' his thang. Please bring along CD's you have of Ray's music. In addition to the eternal music Ray, we will also venture into the wider realm of a little place called Motown. Also, in special reverence to Mr. Charles, we ask every Woman and Man and child alike to wear their favorite sport coat or jacket . . . thinking outside the box is encouraged. The weekend begins at the top of the stoop.

Your Cocktails will be served at 7:30pm, when our Blues Brothers will be on hand to fulfill their mission from God. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to your chose Friday venue, or to linger indefinitely under the dappled shade and shadow of our lower expectations.

Yours,
Greg

P.S.It all sounds so simple when Ray says it: Music is about the only thing left that people don't fight over. People couldn't understand why my mama would have this blind kid out doing things like cutting wood for the fire. But her thing was: He may be blind, but he ain't stupid. I am my own engineer. I remember one night we did a thing with Duke Ellington. He was on an oxygen tank until they called him to come out onstage. But he went out there and you'd never have known there was anything wrong with the man. That's what music can do. If you're sad, you can go home and play some records and make yourself feel better. If you're in the hospital and you're sick, music can be soothing. I know I'm gonna get shot down for this, but I think music is the greatest art form ever, bar none. I know that people who are into movies or into sculpture or writing or whatever are gonna say, “Ray, you must done lost your brain.” And they probably right. But I still think that music is the greatest art form ever. They say war has a purpose, but I'm not sure I agree. I've always thought that people want you to be one of two things: They either want you to be a clone, meaning just like them, or they want you to be their footstool, so they can control you and tell you what to do. Sighted people sometimes forget that blind people have a mind. I don't analyze myself. I just do what I do. You better live every day like it's your last day, 'cause one day you're gonna be right. I'm a firm believer in God himself, but that's as far as I can go. I'm not any denomination. I'm not Catholic or Presbyterian or Baptist or Methodist or Jewish or Muslim. I'm none of those things. And I'm sure that's just fine with God.

I did drugs because it was my pleasure. Nowadays they say you need to get a special chip to put in the TV so the kids can't watch this and that. In my day, we didn't need that. My mom was the chip. End of story. The piano is the foundation, and that's it. All my kids know me. Addiction can be very, very bad. But addiction in itself isn't bad; it's a question of what you're addicted to. That's where the chickens come home to roost. You can be addicted to good habits, you know what I mean? You can be addicted to your woman. Addiction in itself is kind of like money. It ain't bad or good. It's what you do with it. When you write a good song, it will be good even if it's sung by somebody with a bad voice. We always gonna have racism. With singing, the name of the game is to make yourself believable. When somebody hears you sing a song and they say, “Oh, that must have happened to him,” that's when you know you're transmitting. It's like being a good actor. You make people feel things, emotions and whatnot. But you gotta start with yourself. You got to feel it yourself. If you don't feel it, how do you expect someone else to? I don't remember much about what it was like to see. The main thing I remember is my mom, how she looked. And I remember colors. I've always been the kind of person who, if there's anything that can kill me, I want to know something about it. People say: “Ray, you a genius, Ray, you a cornerstone, Ray, you this and you that.” Those are nice accolades, and I certainly appreciate it when people think well of my music and what I've tried to do with it. But in my heart, I mean . . . I don't kid myself. I know I'm not a genius. A genius is somebody like Art Tatum or Charlie Parker. I don't come close to those guys. I just happen to be a guy that can do a lot of little things and do 'em well. It would be a real bitch if I ever lost my hearing. I know I couldn't be no Helen Keller. That would be worse than death. Vision is something that you have in your mind. This is a girl's bike, man. Why would I be riding a girl's bike? You didn't think I was gonna notice that, right? You guys are trying to sucker a blind man!

 - Ray Charles (1930 - 2004) Esquire Interview; August 2003