TAKING A BREAK A FEW DAYS AGO FROM THE NEVER ENDING REBUILDING OF MY ALBIN VEGA'S INTERIOR allowed me to enjoy a rare tiny moment of sanity (or maybe some rare forgotten ability to see the forest from the trees in regards to this life dominating obsession) by hopping the RIPTA 60 bus from Newport to Providence.
Where the 60 RIPTA bus passes through the northern end of Barrington or the southern end of East Providence (near a Mobil gas station) an ornery dude smelling of cheap ornery producing booze gets on the bus carrying a cardboard sign with scribbling's I could not read or didn't dare to stare at too long (I'd guess it was a beggars sign, the old stand at the side of the road with the cardboard give me money sign) because this guy had already snapped at two or three people who's feet got a little in his way as he searched for a seat while also hollering at his sidekick who sat somewhere in the back.
Ornery dude sat a seat or two ahead of me on the other side, half hanging out into the aisle with an unlit cig hanging from his mouth and the cardboard sign under his arm. We still had about 15 minutes before Providence. As my nose smelled the nasty booze, the corner of my eye watched him pull cash out of his pocket. A wad of crumpled ones and fives he begins to neaten from one pocket. Then another pocket yields a wad of crumpled tens and twenties, quite a wad . "This nasty SOB's doing alright at this begging game." I thought as the bus rumbled along.
The bus finally arrived in Providence and the interior of my Albin Vega is all but forgotten as I purposely walk in a different direction from the ornery drunk beggar with the fat wads. From one dimension to another I make my way to the Newbury Comics in the Providence Place Mall.
I need some music and notice that the CD and DVD collection at Newbury is greatly diminished along with a big push towards vinyl LPs. I glance at the LPs, enjoying the album art that seems to have taken a big back seat as the recording mediums have shrunk over the years (LP to 8-track to cassette to CD to MP3 and soon the entire Library of Congress along with most of the worlds major libraries will fit within a speck of dust).
I'd love to get into the LP retro thing, but a record player wouldn't work too well on a sailboat. So it's on to the back of the store and the shrinking CD collection.
After coming to some realization that my jazz collection was too small I mozied over to the all too tiny jazz CD collection and spot Miles Davis AT NEWPORT 1958. That's it! Just what the doctor ordered.
In this world of ornery bank making beggars and unfinished Albin Vega interiors I needed a dose of one of the coolest cats to have ever lived.
I wasn't quite ready to return to Newport 2016. Instead I made way for Newport 1958. Newport 1958 via the liner notes, some strong coffee and the backdrop of a giant map of the western hemisphere. Maybe some of you know of this spot in Providence.
Immersed in the liner notes my eyes read the band member list. Miles Davis on trumpet, Cannonball Adderley on alto saxophone, John Coltrane on tenor saxophone, Bill Evans on piano, Paul Chambers on bass, and Jimmy Cobb on drums. 1958 looked like a good year to be in Newport and then I remembered that 1958 was also the year the America's Cup Yacht Race returned after a long hiatus.
Okay, I'm returning to 2016 and the never ending rebuilding of my Albin Vega's interior. The never ending rebuilding with a little help from Miles Davis AT NEWPORT 1958.
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
Where the 60 RIPTA bus passes through the northern end of Barrington or the southern end of East Providence (near a Mobil gas station) an ornery dude smelling of cheap ornery producing booze gets on the bus carrying a cardboard sign with scribbling's I could not read or didn't dare to stare at too long (I'd guess it was a beggars sign, the old stand at the side of the road with the cardboard give me money sign) because this guy had already snapped at two or three people who's feet got a little in his way as he searched for a seat while also hollering at his sidekick who sat somewhere in the back.
Ornery dude sat a seat or two ahead of me on the other side, half hanging out into the aisle with an unlit cig hanging from his mouth and the cardboard sign under his arm. We still had about 15 minutes before Providence. As my nose smelled the nasty booze, the corner of my eye watched him pull cash out of his pocket. A wad of crumpled ones and fives he begins to neaten from one pocket. Then another pocket yields a wad of crumpled tens and twenties, quite a wad . "This nasty SOB's doing alright at this begging game." I thought as the bus rumbled along.
The bus finally arrived in Providence and the interior of my Albin Vega is all but forgotten as I purposely walk in a different direction from the ornery drunk beggar with the fat wads. From one dimension to another I make my way to the Newbury Comics in the Providence Place Mall.
I need some music and notice that the CD and DVD collection at Newbury is greatly diminished along with a big push towards vinyl LPs. I glance at the LPs, enjoying the album art that seems to have taken a big back seat as the recording mediums have shrunk over the years (LP to 8-track to cassette to CD to MP3 and soon the entire Library of Congress along with most of the worlds major libraries will fit within a speck of dust).
I'd love to get into the LP retro thing, but a record player wouldn't work too well on a sailboat. So it's on to the back of the store and the shrinking CD collection.
After coming to some realization that my jazz collection was too small I mozied over to the all too tiny jazz CD collection and spot Miles Davis AT NEWPORT 1958. That's it! Just what the doctor ordered.
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| Album cover for "Miles Davis AT NEWPORT 1958". |
I wasn't quite ready to return to Newport 2016. Instead I made way for Newport 1958. Newport 1958 via the liner notes, some strong coffee and the backdrop of a giant map of the western hemisphere. Maybe some of you know of this spot in Providence.
Immersed in the liner notes my eyes read the band member list. Miles Davis on trumpet, Cannonball Adderley on alto saxophone, John Coltrane on tenor saxophone, Bill Evans on piano, Paul Chambers on bass, and Jimmy Cobb on drums. 1958 looked like a good year to be in Newport and then I remembered that 1958 was also the year the America's Cup Yacht Race returned after a long hiatus.
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| 1958 winner of the America's Cup "Columbia", US-16, today continues to sail the waters of Newport Harbor. Photo by Captain Bill Podzon. Sailing Hither and Thither. |
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| 2016 Newport Jazz Festival lineup. |
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| 2015 Folk and Jazz Festival Stage at Fort Adams State Park. Photo by Captain Bill Podzon. Sailing Hither and Thither. |
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
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