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<DIV>The writer lives in Liverpool NY, not Liverpool England.</DIV>
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<DIV>This article appeared in an upstate NY newspaper. It is a review of the
Jazz Festival which took place in Pismo Beach, CA the last weekend of October,
2016. </DIV>
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<DIV>Star Review </DIV>
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<DIV>Livin’ in Liverpool: As the snows blow here, Californians pray for rain
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<DIV>I love Livin’ in Liverpool. So I don’t travel much. In fact, I own neither
a passport nor an enhanced New York state driver’s license. Whatever trips I
take these days are limited to the 50 United States. </DIV>
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<DIV>Late last month I endured the many discomforts of flying cross-country —
cramped seating, delayed flights, missed connections, lengthy layovers,
overpriced in-flight food — and finally arrived in sunny California to visit my
brother’s family and attend an ocean-side jazz festival. </DIV>
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<DIV>It was a merry mix of business and pleasure, bunking at my brother’s pad in
Paso Robles and driving 25 miles daily to Pismo Beach for the 40th Anniversary
“Ruby” Jubilee by the Sea. </DIV>
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<DIV>Jubilee by the Sea </DIV>
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<DIV>Framed by rolling white sand dunes and green-leaved eucalyptus trees,
Jubilee by the Sea is staged on California’s Central Coast, just a few miles
south of Morro Bay in San Luis Obispo County. Once known as “The Clam Capital of
the World,” Pismo Beach is now a bustling resort town of 8,000 inhabitants.
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<DIV>Although clams are no longer harvested there, Pismo Beach remains proud of
its seaside heritage, and we celebrated it with a Saturday evening meal at the
Cracked Crab, a bustling restaurant which serves buckets of boiled seafood
including clams, mussels, lobster, red king crab and Dungeness crab from Alaska
along with wild Gulf shrimp. </DIV>
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<DIV>But jazz was the soundtrack of my long West Coast weekend. Every October
since 1976, the Basin Street Regulars (aka the Central Coast Hot Jazz Society)
have hosted a world-class traditional jazz festival and this year festival goers
heard the zoot-suited High Street band perform “Minnie the Moocher,” clarinetist
Bob Draga teamed up with drummer Danny Coots and pianist Jeff Barnhart on “Basin
Street Blues” and British boogie-woogie boy Carl “Sonny” Leyland pounded the 88s
while belting out “My Gal Sal.” </DIV>
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<DIV>‘Midnight at the Oasis’ </DIV>
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<DIV>I was pleased to meet headliner Maria Muldaur and veteran San Fran singer
Pat Yankee and her equally experienced keyboardist Bob Ringwald. Bob, father of
movie star Molly Ringwald, recalled that when his daughter was assigned by her
second-grade teacher to report on a famous American, Molly showed her classmates
how Bessie Smith sang “Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer.” </DIV>
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<DIV>I dipped my toes into the Pacific, visited the adobe Mission San Miguel
Arcangel established by Franciscans in 1797, and sampled high-end vino at the
Tobin James Cellars. The winery’s spectacular 1860s’ Brunswick mahogany bar is
said to have been transported from Blue Eye, Missouri, to Paso Robles,
California, by the legendary Frank and Jesse James gang, who had traveled west
in the 1880s to heal their gunshot wounds in the area’s hot springs. </DIV>
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<DIV>Lingering drought </DIV>
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<DIV>But what most impressed me about my recent visit to the Golden State was,
well, how golden it was. </DIV>
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<DIV>It was dry as a powder house. Grass barely grew. Those few blades that
sprang stubbornly from the soil were not bright green but the dull color of hay.
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<DIV>The first day there, however, the skies grew dark and rain was rumored to
be in the forecast, which was bad news for the Pismo Beach jazz bash, but great
news for the parched landscape. I joined my brother, James, for a friendly game
of poker at the humble Paso Robles Casino, and the talk at the table never
strayed far from the weather. </DIV>
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<DIV>As the bets were placed and raises called, the sky slowly opened up, and
card players regularly left their chips on the table to run outdoors and confirm
the moisture in the air. Of course, I took credit for bringing the rain with me
from wet and wooly Upstate New York, and I graciously accepted the dehydrated
Californians’ heartfelt thanks. </DIV>
<DIV> The columnist can be contacted at russtarby@aol.com.</DIV>
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