The world's gonna end soon, so you may as well end it all with laughter. The weekly Comedy Night at Hotel Andaluz will be hosting the show Fresh Faces of 2017 on Feb. 2, focusing on local comedians like the incredibly energetic Royal Wood and supporting acts Greg Ziomek and Axiao Daniels. Hosts (and comedians) Holly Byrd and Kevin Baca get the lelz rolling in the gorgeous Casablanca Showroom at 8pm every Thursday for free. Hotel Andaluz • Thu Feb 2 • 8-10pm • Free • 21+ • View on Alibi calendar
Sunday, Feb 5: Family Science Workshops: What is a Scientist?
You Just Got Served
Saturday, Feb 4: Self Serve's 10 Year Birthday Bash • Milch de la Maquina
The Beat of Time
Saturday, Feb 4: A Journey Through Black Music
Friday, Feb 3: OBO: Or Best Offer Opening Reception
Educate the Educators
Saturday, Jan 28: APS Board of Education Candidate Forum
Saturday, Jan 28: Underdog Pet Parade and Adoption Event
Grab Your Blue Suede Shoes
Saturday, Jan 28: Elvis Impersonation Contest
Saturday, Jan 21: Women's March on Washington
Robot Dinosaurs: A Menace
Friday, Jan 20: Toughest Monster Trucks
Science + Art = Molecool
Friday, Jan 20: Collected Works: Michael Wallace Opening
Sail on, Sail on, Sailor
On Saturday night the bell on my landline went off and damn it all if it weren't the Sailor, ringing me up to hear more about Duke Ellington and his way with the piano.
"Come on over, August," he breathed gruffly and grandly into the handset, "and show me again how those first 16 bars go, because I have an idea on how to fit a harmonica over that bit, plus which I believe I can lay a fine shuffle under that storm and so we will be on our way to being a fine jazz band, after all."
I'd already had a couple of drinks of Wild Turkey by that time though and told him I didn't fancy driving through the student ghetto just to lay down some clumsy riffs on his Yamaha electric, but he disagreed.
"Go on and walk over then, Mr. March and I will mix you up a creme soda with Jameson's in the bottom of the glass."
I could not resist and so spent the next 3 hours rambling through "East Saint Louis Toodle-oo" while the rest of the boys followed along blithely. My wife called about 10 and told me I better get on home if I wanted any spaghetti. "Who could resist that," I told the Sailor as I dropped my charts onto his desk, grabbed my cane and ambled toward the door. I flashed him the peace sign and said I'd see him Tuesday for practice.
That was the last time I saw the man folks here in Dirt City called by a nautical name.
I'd known him since I was a kid, and him being 20 years my senior did stop us becoming fast friends. He was part brother and part father; we hiked, smoked, drank, jammed and regaled each other with stories of where the other had been on the Earth.
He was the only man I knew that had seen more of the planet than me. I'd been on all the continents, excepting Antarctica; his tale of seeing the Ross Ice Shelf rise up on the horizon set my brain on fire and besides that we always had a laugh about the after-midnight goings on in Singapore, the lights of the north star and the aurora way up north or how it was impossible to understand the dialect of the Peruvian seamen who landed in Guayaquil looking for a good time.
When he broke his hip late last year, my wife and I sat with him at the hospital, brought him dinner from Los Cuates on the weekends and made sure his walker was ready to go when he was. The pain was bad he told us, but nothing like the time he got burned putting out a fire on an oiler outside of Osaka.
Just last week, we spent an afternoon listening to the Rolling Stones new album, a blues thing. And I complained that Charlie Watts was about an eighth note behind Keith Richards when it counted but he said to take it easy because we were all getting old.
On Tuesday morning the bell on my cell phone went off and god damn it to hell, it was the Sailor's neighbor who was weeping on the line when I answered and then told me the news.
"Mike got up early this morning and now he has died."
I went home early that day, staring into the sky as I drove. I sat at my piano and played until my hands hurt, thinking about the time the Sailor told me how Polaris was possibly the center of the universe—blinking timelessly, brightly while the rest of the sky rolled and spun chaotically around and around.
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