After Acadia

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Acadia Cafe went surprisingly well. So wrapped up in nailing down a place to live these days, there simply wasn’t time to sufficiently rehearse. But, like I said, to my surprise, it went well. Also Joey Shaheen showed me a thing or three with his fine singing and strong songwriting. I ain’t just sayin’ that ’cause he invited me down to perform. Kind of a cross between David Crosby and the Hollies, bright, shimmering sound. His daughter Becky Shaheen and her friend Laura Schmidt performed, too. Their quartet The Wrong Omar weighed in with a fine outing. Seven or eight songs into it, though, I had to get home. Noticed on the board Matt and Nate Stevens played the night before. Would’ve loved to cover that.

There’s enough to do, changing apartments, getting the next installment of domestic abuse/rape column Hobbes in the House out in MN Spokesman-Recorder. Lining up next month’s Sounding Off On Sound music stories for Twin Cities Daily Planet. There’s the new play, Ella Stanley, about a female owner in the old Negro Baseball Leagues. Needs another draft. The book of essays Something I Said is in the works at Papyrus Publishing.

It looked for a hot second like playing e-mail and phone tag with theater and even producer Judy Cooper Lyle to throw a benefit for North Minneapolis tornado victims must just pan out. Fancy Ray, “the best-lookin’ man in comedy,” agreed to headline. Scholar, historian and community griot Mahmoud El-Kati (who, I’ll have you know, wrote the foreword for Something I Said) agreed to be supporting headliner. Band leader Stan Kipper was ready and waiting to commit Afro-Cuban rock aces New Primitives as featured guests. Alicia Wiley, the haunting, jazz-tinged chanteuse her own self, wanted to perform. Singer-songwriters Phil Berbig and Michael McElrath were interested. The timing, alas, was from hunger. I’m trying to nail down a new lease on a hard-sought, finally secured apartment. As well, meeting deadlines and squeezing in at least some rehearsal for Acadia Café. Judy Cooper Lyle’s fielding family obligations. Before she and I can get on the same page, there’s a high-profile benefit set for the State Theatre with a knockout line up. Can you say Soul Asylum, Sounds of Blackness, and Robert Robinson? With that drawing power, folk’ll attend, have a great time, feeling good about contributing to the cause and, no, probably won’t champ at the bit to dig in their wallets again for another show. After all, for even the best reason, you can stretch a buck only so far these days. Was a great idea (that I got from comedian K Jay). On the bright side, the mission gets accomplished, if it is by somebody else.

So, it’s go from here. To exactly where, I’m not thinking about. A good night’s rest sometime soon is enough.

Singer-songwriter Dwight Hobbes with special guest David Daniels at Corner Coffee, July 8, 514 No. 3rd St. in Minneapolis’s Warehouse District. No cover, all ages. 7 p.m.