One of a kind. Bill Cardoso once told me a story about hanging out in the alley behind a jazz club in the Boston Combat Zone with Thelonious Monk and his band. They were standing in a group, passing a joint, and Cardoso kept seeing something out of the corner of his eye. He finally turned his head and looked. It was Neuwirth, then about 19 or 20, jumping up and down crying out, "Give me a toke! Give me a toke!" trying to get their attention. Cardoso opened the group and Neuwirth slipped in and got his toke, and they were friends from then on. Bobby told me he learned everything about how to be hip from Cardoso and the jazz guys and beatnik pot dealers he hung out with. Neuwirth walked into a room I was staying in at the Sunset Marquis with Cardoso, and when he saw Bill, he almost bowed down. Cardoso proceeded to take a seat on the couch, pulled a Picayune cigarette out, and held it between his fingers. Neuwirth jumped up and lit it for him. It was a "young" hipster paying tribute to and old one.
Thanks Lucian. I meant to write that Neuwirth was so hip he got to hang out with you! But my editor kept pointing at her watch. I love that "gimme a toke!" insistence that was not to be denied. We need more jazz guys and beatnik pot dealers.
i got to know the sweet sober Neuwirth in the '90s through knowing Paula and their annual SXSW visits to Austin, as well as other times. A different man than the guy in "Don't Look Back," who I thought of as "Dylan's attack dog." But the same guy. Having a father who got sober in 1975 and had a 33-year run without ever backsliding, I get the sober/drinker yin/yang. Fee; fortunate to have known him and enjoy being on a Neuwirth musical kick of late.
Sweet as he was in maturity, he could still slice to the bone, as in this song I love.
One of a kind. Bill Cardoso once told me a story about hanging out in the alley behind a jazz club in the Boston Combat Zone with Thelonious Monk and his band. They were standing in a group, passing a joint, and Cardoso kept seeing something out of the corner of his eye. He finally turned his head and looked. It was Neuwirth, then about 19 or 20, jumping up and down crying out, "Give me a toke! Give me a toke!" trying to get their attention. Cardoso opened the group and Neuwirth slipped in and got his toke, and they were friends from then on. Bobby told me he learned everything about how to be hip from Cardoso and the jazz guys and beatnik pot dealers he hung out with. Neuwirth walked into a room I was staying in at the Sunset Marquis with Cardoso, and when he saw Bill, he almost bowed down. Cardoso proceeded to take a seat on the couch, pulled a Picayune cigarette out, and held it between his fingers. Neuwirth jumped up and lit it for him. It was a "young" hipster paying tribute to and old one.
Thanks Lucian. I meant to write that Neuwirth was so hip he got to hang out with you! But my editor kept pointing at her watch. I love that "gimme a toke!" insistence that was not to be denied. We need more jazz guys and beatnik pot dealers.
i got to know the sweet sober Neuwirth in the '90s through knowing Paula and their annual SXSW visits to Austin, as well as other times. A different man than the guy in "Don't Look Back," who I thought of as "Dylan's attack dog." But the same guy. Having a father who got sober in 1975 and had a 33-year run without ever backsliding, I get the sober/drinker yin/yang. Fee; fortunate to have known him and enjoy being on a Neuwirth musical kick of late.
Sweet as he was in maturity, he could still slice to the bone, as in this song I love.
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