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Noise, The Column: The Long Echo of Steve Rossi and Stuart Sutcliffe

June 24, 2014

The incredible Josh Alan Friedman, one of the greatest annotators of the spirit of New York City, once wrote that yesterday’s cheers have a very short ccho. But the length of an echo does not necessarily explain the power and cultural resonance of a voice.

In this spirit, I want to mark the passing of a star of the last century, Mr. Steve Rossi. Steve Rossi was probably best known as the smooth crooner who teamed up with light-socket-haired funnyman Marty Allen. Allen & Rossi were one of the last of the great handsome man-and-a-monkey/shyster-and-the-shyster’d couplings that defined comedy for nearly a century (and descended in a straight line from the “Dutch” comics of Bowery Dime Museums of the late 19th Century and Vaudeville, reminding us that much American comedy is based on the immigrant’s experience of confusion and assimilation). Allen & Rossi were so loved that they appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show 44 times (imagine being big enough to host SNL 44 times!), and were so well respected that they were personally chosen by Sullivan to appear on the same shows that the Beatles appeared on (in fact, Allen & Rossi appeared on three of the four Beatles/Sullivan shows). Steve Rossi was a much-loved figure amongst classic Vegas entertainers, and he worked regularly until the end of his life.

There was a time when fame was less a construct of social media and bad behavior, and more the result of artists who worked their asses off, made people laugh and cry, and left them wanting more of both; in many ways, that time is lost forever (though, of course, many artists still work hard for their success, and achieve fame via creating distinct, original, and creative work). We should always honor those men, like Steve Rossi, who stepped into the spotlight night after night after night in nightclubs glamorous and grim, and knew that their survival depended on treating every audience like a fresh ingénue to be wooed, seduced, and conquered. These entertainers, these people like Steve Rossi, are one of the treasured legacies of our culture, and I hope that there will be many, many beautiful journeys ahead for Mr. Rossi, who passed this weekend at age 82.

Today we also remember another star, one who did not live past 21.

Despite the fact that Stuart Sutcliffe achieved virtually no fame during his too-brief life, he is known throughout the world today, and his spirit and style helped shape one of the most ubiquitous creative forces of the last one hundred years.

Stuart Sutcliffe, who would have been 74 on Monday, June 23, was the original bassist for the Beatles; far more significantly, his deep artistic heart and his extraordinary sense of style (specifically his James Dean-meets-Dean Moriarty-meets-Left Bank cool) profoundly defined who the Beatles were and what they were to become; in fact, I don’t think it’s going too far to say that Sutcliffe’s powerful desire to inject the Beatles’ relatively pedestrian (circa 1960) music with the artistic heart of the American beats and abstract impressionists is what created what we came to know as “the Beatles,” and caused them to achieve a creative style and a cultural ambition that set them far, far apart from their Mersey and Hamburg contemporaries who played very similar American-based rock and pop. Sutcliffe, who was John Lennon’s best friend, was also essential in inspiring Lennon to bring a healthy dose of artistry and lunacy into the nascent rock band, and I personally believe Sutcliffe’s spirit was a formative part of Lennon’s personality until the day Lennon died.

In 1960 on the Beatles first trip to Hamburg, Sutcliffe met Astrid Kirchherr, and the two fell in love; Kirchherr (and her ex-boyfriend, Klaus Voormann) set about re-making the Beatles in their own image, turning them into remarkable existentialist hipsters, and most notably (in terms of the band’s long-term imaging) intimidating John, Paul, George, and Stuart into giving up their greaser-style DA’s and replacing them with fashionably sloppy French bowl cuts. Sutcliffe ended up leaving the Beatles to stay in Hamburg with Kirchherr – where he died of a stroke, violently young, in 1962 — but the effect that Sutcliffe, Kirchherr, and Voormann had on the Beatles is literally incalculable; they are minor players in very, very key roles on one of the great stages of history.

The Buddha said that all phenomenon is the result of causes and conditions; which is to say that in the great and massively diverse planetarium we call Entertainment, or Amusement, or the Silly, Serious, Tragic, and Trivial things that Distract us, nothing arises out of the blue. Nothing. A fundamental element of the Beatles’ character lies in the outsider interests of Stuart Sutcliffe, who we honor in this column; and the beautiful, twisting, corny, ever-shifting beast that is American comedy, descended from the trials and errors of the immigrant experience as interpreted by Weber & Fields, Abbott and Costello, the Marx Brothers, Olsen & Johnson, Martin & Lewis, and Allen & Rossi, also lay deep in the heart of Steve Rossi, who we also honor today, and bid farewell to. Your cheers echo loudly in my heart, Mr. Rossi.

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Tell the Bartender Episode 37: London Calling

June 23, 2014

Listen to Episode 37: London Calling

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In this Episode:

When To Tell The Bartender: Anne Zander used to bartend. She gives some good advice about how not to hit on your server, and speaks from her own personal experience about the one time the tables were turned. It didn’t go so well.

The X-Pastor: Sean Tucker used to be a pastor. He talks about the fascinating journey that led him away from the church.

PLUS listener shout outs and an impromptu appearance from Katharine’s favorite Twitterer Fat Gay Vegan! Like what you hear? Tip me! Or give the show 5 stars!

Here is a photo of Anne and me in London, or is it America?


Sean Tucker, looking mighty fine:



Music Credits:

“Setting Sun” by Chris Powers

“London” by The Smiths

“Not From London” by Petula 62

“Kingdom of Doom” by The Good, the Bad & the Queen

“Bottled in Cork” by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

Source: Tell The Bartender

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Brooklyn Bugle Book Club: “Boy, Snow, Bird” a novel by Helen Oyeyemi

June 13, 2014

Race and sex should be easy categories to check off, immutable characteristics that everyone understands. But in fact even those categories turn out to be more fluid than we had understood (see, for example, Jan Morris’ terrific memoir “Conundrum” about her sex change, reviewed here.) The three main characters of Helen Oyeyemi’s engaging new novel “Boy, Snow, Bird” are a girl named Boy, a girl named Snow, and a girl named Bird. It’s a central strength of the novel that each is more than she appears, and that together they teach us something new about the classifications that half a century of law and usage have made of our natures.

In the early 1950s, Boy Novak, who is about 18, runs away from her home after her father, a rat catcher, abuses and humiliates her one time too many. Her mother died long ago, and she is leaving behind only her friend Charlie, who might or might not love her. She fetches up in a small town in central Massachusetts, where she lives in a boarding house and makes enough money doing odd jobs to survive – and even pay back the money she stole from her father. She becomes friends with two of the other young women in the boarding house, particularly Mia, a journalist. Through them she meets Arturo Whitman, the widowed father of Snow. He’s a history teacher turned jewelry-maker, and he gives Boy a gift of a bracelet: a gold snake that winds up her arm.

Appearances here are deceiving. The first hint comes when Boy meets Arturo’s mother, sister and daughter. Snow’s other grandmother, Agnes Miller, is also there. The room is dark, and there are areas of conversation that are clearly but silently declared out of bounds. The second hint comes when Arturo’s other sister, Clara, sends a gift to celebrate Arturo’s wedding to Boy. The gift is the first time Boy learns of Clara’s existence. Clara and her mother don’t get along, Arturo tells Boy. But it’s not because of anything that Clara has done, really. It’s because of who Clara is.

The language of Arturo’s Massachusetts family carried a few tones of the south. At first the reader winces at the anachronisms, but this book is carefully crafted, and the language is another clue. When Boy and Arturo have a daughter, Bird, who is born “with a suntan,” the secret is out. The Whitmans and the Millers are emigres from Mississippi. They are also passing as white – during the move north they decided to uncheck the race box. Hence the dark rooms and conversational shutdowns. Clara’s fault, if it is one, is that she has been born with dark skin. Keeping the secret in the nineteen fifties leads to some grotesque behavior, but as Snow later says,

. . . you can’t feel nauseated by the Whitmans and the Millers without feeling nauseated by the kind of world that’s rewarded them for adapting to it like this.

This is only the beginning of the revelations and understanding that Boy, Snow, and Bird come to over the 15 or so years covered by the novel. The reader becomes enmeshed in this family drama, sharing Boy’s and Bird’s need to know, to understand, to manage. Everyone pays a price when the secrets are revealed.

The complex racial and social themes provide a persuasive background for this deeply felt story of family life. Do you agree? Let us know in the comments.

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Tell the Bartender: Episode 36: Writing, Creating, And The Fine Art Of Getting Someone’s Name Right

June 7, 2014

Listen to Episode 36: Writing, Creating, And The Fine Art Of Getting Someone’s Name Right

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In this Episode:

Jeffrey Cranor, co-creator of the amazing podcast Welcome To Night Vale, talks to the Bartender about art, writing, performing, and what keeps him going.

PLUS listener shout outs, Keith and the Girl and Citizen Radio shout outs, and a drink of the week inspired by Welcome To Night Vale! Like what you hear? Tip me! Or give the show 5 stars!

Here is our guest looking dapper:



Music Credits:

“Setting Sun” by Chris Powers

“Somewhere in Texas” by The Raveonettes

“Bottled in Cork” by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

Source: Tell The Bartender

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Tell the Bartender Episode 35: Caught In The Act

May 26, 2014

Listen to Episode 35: Caught In The Act

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In this Episode:

Brokedown Dorm Room: Dylan Marron tells us about the time he was caught in a pretty serious drug bust, unbeknownst to him.

UCBanned: Jake Hart was banned from the Upright Citizens Brigade Theater for a year. He’ll explain why.

PLUS listener shout outs, Mara Wilson and Citizen Radio shout outs, and 24 and Mad Men spoilers from actor Tate Donovan! (Not really.) Like what you hear? Tip me! Or give the show 5 stars!

Dylan Marron is an actor/writer/awesome person. You may recognize him as the voice of Carlos in Welcome To Night Vale. Here he is the day we recorded!


Jake Hart is a comedian and the host of two awesome storytelling shows, The Dump and ASS. Here is he not getting kicked out of a club!


Music Credits:

“Setting Sun” by Chris Powers

“Tender” by Blur

“The Killing Moon” by Echo & The Bunnymen

“Out of Sequence” by Phenotract

“Bottled in Cork” by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

Source: Tell The Bartender

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Some Steps to Learning About Wine, Brooklyn Style

May 20, 2014

When I first decided to learn about wine, someone recommended that I read “The Wine Bible” by Karen MacNeil. I got about a quarter of the way through the book before I put it back in my bookshelf and to be honest, it’s been gathering dust ever since. For some academic-minded people, that may be a good route to go, but many learn best by doing and luckily for us, that means tasting.

But…how do you start? Here are a few steps that I took to begin my journey.

1. Select the shop.

Stop into your neighborhood wines shops and pick one that will from then on be dubbed “your wine shop.” Select one with a good selection and high and low price points. Make sure that you’ll feel comfortable talking to the clerks and won’t be intimidated by the vibe. Even if their selection is a bit overwhelming, a good clerk can easily guide you to the right bottles. Take note of their specials, events or classes they offer and their displays. If there’s a tasting, taste! That’s a great way to get the conversation started.

2. Introduce yourself.

Many people are embarrassed that they don’t know much about wine, or that they only want to spend $10 a bottle. No need to be ashamed. It’s a sensible place to start and the important thing is that you be open to everything and ready to learn. Let the clerk know you want to learn about wine but you’re just getting started. Be clear about your budget and your likes/dislikes (if you have any). Let them know that you’d like them to guide you: they’ll be thrilled that you’re a clean, unbiased slate!

3. Start with the basics

A good way to start selecting bottles is to focus on varietals, instead of regions, and to keep each bottle under $10 or $15 (or whatever budget you set). Ask your new best friend in wine to choose bottles for you that they feel represent the varietal you’re interested in. Need a place to start? Begin with the basics: Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio and Sauvignon Blanc, to name a few. The bottles the clerk picks for you may be blends of different kinds of grapes but that’s ok. Not all wines, even if they are called by one varietal name, are purely made from that grape. Then once you have some basics down and have tried a few bottles of some standard varietals, branch out into the lesser-known ones. These are often some of the best values in the store because there is less demand for them, but it certainly does not mean that they’re any less delicious.

4.Taste it!

This is the fun part! Go home, open a bottle and pour a glass. Look at the color, the viscosity (the thickness) and the effervescence (if there is any). Take some notes. Then swirl it around, stick your nose in and breathe deeply. Take more notes. Finally, take a sip. Don’t just swallow, let it pour over your tongue, get some air into your mouth and really taste it. Write down anything you think of, no matter how silly. Is it sweet and fruity? Does it dry your mouth out? Is there some spice? A lot of people use strange vocabulary to describe wine, but just try to describe it with whatever comes to your mind.

Can’t articulate the flavors? Have someone else give it a sip. Did you taste the same things or different things? If different, can you taste the flavors your friend tasted? If you’ve given it a few tries and you’re still stumped, go online and look up some tasting notes for the wine. Do you agree with them? It’s ok to disagree too (taste is subjective!), just try to write down what you tasted differently. This will help you get better at identifying and then giving names to the many different flavors that wine can have.

5. Repeat as necessary.

If you continue with this, even if just for a couple months, you’ll start to make connections between how a certain grape varietals display in wine and then how the region it’s from can affect it. At the very least, you’ll recognize common varietal names and know the basics of what they taste like. That’s some pretty solid knowledge to have in your back pocket. From there it’s easy to branch out into blends, different regions and to explore things you really liked. Remember to take a picture of the label. If you liked the bottle, it will be easier to go find it again and easier for you to remember what you liked about. Cheers!

Selina Andersson heads up events and social media for Tipsy, a wine and spirits shop in Brooklyn. Tipsy hosts 3 or more free tasting events every week. Visit us at the corner of Myrtle and Classon or online at

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Real Estate

#UnaffordableHousing : One Brooklyn Bridge Park Penthouse on the Block for $32 Million

May 20, 2014

The latest “record breaking” home in Brooklyn hit this market this week – the penthouse at One Brooklyn Bridge Park with an asking price of $32 million.

The city’s real estate press, as usual, went wild over the announcement.

The Brooklyn Eagle did a little stalking of the home’s owners, Claire Silberman Leaf and her husband Stuart Leaf:

A phone call to the residence further confirmed that the apartment belongs to her and her husband. The couple has lived in Brooklyn Heights since the 1980s, online sources indicate. Neither Claire nor Stuart has called back, or responded to an email.

For a time, they rented 70 Willow St., a source said – the stunning 19th-century Brooklyn Heights house that’s in tourist guidebooks because Truman Capote lived there while writing Breakfast at Tiffany’s and In Cold Blood.

Brownstoner, as usual, stuck to the math of real estate observing:

The unit is 11,000 square feet and has been “totally reconfigured,” according to the listing. There’s a formal dining room, a landscaped terrace, wine storage for 3,500 bottles, a screening room, library, central air, and a private guest suite. There are also two deeded parking spaces.

To put that in perspective, a 4,700-square-foot penthouse in the same building recently sold for $9,825,000, MNS announced last week. The building, whose address is 360 Furman Street, has 14 stories and 438 units.

Curbed , who broke the story, put the whole thing in perspective:

If the place sells for anywhere close to the asking price, it would smash the record for the borough’s most expensive home ever, currently held by 70 Willow Street, which sold for $12.5 million in 2012. This “Brooklyn is the new Manhattan” thing just reached a whole new level.

So what does $32 million bucks get you?

A nice terrace over looking Manhattan

A room for all the wine you’ll drink in this lifetime

A home theater fit for any character in ‘Game of Thrones’

Full listing at Sotheby’s.

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Wine Pairings For Your “Gourmet” Brooklyn Bodega Cuisine

May 14, 2014

Brooklynites love their bodegas. In fact, you’ve most likely developed a serious relationship with your favorite one, and the owner right along with it. It’s your savior on those rainy afternoons when you’re just too lazy to walk to the grocery store, your one stop shop for guilty pleasure hangover indulgences, and of course, it’s always open.

Its also got some great options for those nights when it’s 9pm and you’re eyeing that bottle of wine you’ve been dying to drink, but you have nothing “gourmet” to pair with it. That’s right winos, there are flavor combinations abound in those snack-filled aisles and we won’t pass judgment when you reach for that bag of pork rinds too (plus they go great with a finger or two of bourbon, but that’s another article altogether.).

If it’s a chilly night and you’ve got a big, hearty bottle of red, an easy place to start is with beef jerky. It’s the charcuterie of the bodega, loaded with salty umami flavors and tones of beefy goodness. Almost any deep fruit-forward red with some tannins, whether it’s a blend or not, will be a delicious accompaniment to a bag of jerky. Zinfandel, Barbera, Nebbiolo and Sangiovese are great starting points for this pairing, but you’ll find that almost any jammier red will do nicely.

Warmer weather means easy-drinking whites that are best enjoyed on your fire escape. And yes, we promise, your bodega will come through here too! If you’ve got a crisp white wine with strong acidity or minerality, look no further than your bodega’s refrigerator. Chances are they’ll have some cheese rounds and a back aisle might even lead to a hidden jar of preserves. Any fruity preserve, like apricot, raspberry or strawberry, atop a slice of cheese is so tasty with a bottle of Pinot Grigio, Chenin Blanc or Albariño, just to name a few.

Does your white have some buttery notes, like a Chardonnay, or is it a bit heavier without the aforementioned racing acidity? Find your bodega’s trail mix section and look for some dried fruit. Apricots, dates and figs will match your bottle’s bigger body and add a perfect touch of sweetness to cut the lingering qualities.

If you’ve picked up one of the luscious North Western Pinot Noirs, you’re in for a real treat. These Pinots, especially those from Oregon, tend to have lovely smoky notes, just under a subtle fruity layer so they lend themselves so well to smoked nuts. My pick is a bag of smoked almonds which have a host of complex flavors; they’re nutty, slightly creamy, salty and deliciously smoky. I love to snack on these bad boys with an earthy Pinot Noir that has silky tannins and cedar undertones.

Of course, we can’t forget about those with a sweet tooth. If you’ve got a full-bodied Malbec, chocolate is your best friend. These Malbecs, especially those from Mendoza, Argentina are big and bold, but many times also have undertones of vanilla or spice. Grab a pint of your bodega’s deepest, darkest chocolate ice cream or chocolate bar and indulge.

Nicole works with Tipsy, a wine and spirits shop in Brooklyn. Tipsy hosts 3 or more free tasting events every week. Visit us at the corner of Myrtle and Classon or online at

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Tell the Bartender Episode 34: LIVE with Mara Wilson and Wyatt Cenac!

May 13, 2014

Listen to Episode 34: LIVE with Mara Wilson and Wyatt Cenac

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In this Episode:

The bartender is joined by Mara Wilson and Wyatt Cenac for a very special live show about relationships. PLUS listener shout outs, and we play Craigslist Ad or Casting Notice with Matty Blake! Recorded at Union Hall in Brooklyn, NY.

Watch a clip of the opening here:

Photos taken by the amazing Tom Scola:

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Music Credits:

“Setting Sun” by Chris Powers

“Bottled in Cork” by Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

Source: Tell The Bartender

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REMARKABLE INFORMATION! How a Fella on Hicks Street Helped Send Man Into Space!

May 4, 2014

Hooray for a Hometown Boy!  On April 20, a small museum on Hicks Street opened to honor Doktor Dieter Viehmann, whose work in propulsion mathematics helped put men on the moon!

You may not have heard of ol’ Dieter, but his precise calculations helped his pal, Robert Goddard, launch the first liquid fueled rocket!  The little one-room (plus alcove) museum has been opened by Die Deutsch-Amerikanische Freundschaft Gesellschaft für Wissenschaftliche Verbesserung und Vergesslichkeit der Dinge, die Geschehen Kann oder Maynot Haben, Bevor wir Geboren Wurden, so Lassen Sie uns Einfach mit Dingen, Warum Nicht? (The German American Friendship Society for Scientific Improvement and Forgetfulness of Things that May or May Not Have Happened Before We Were Even Born, so Let’s Just Get On With Things, Why Not?), and it tells you simply everything you need to know about the legendary Herr Doktor Dieter, who emigrated to Brooklyn Heights in 1921, where he set up a little basement workshop on Hicks Street.  Communicating by mail and telegram with the famous Doctor Goddard, who lived in Ohio, our homeboy Herr Doktor used his knowledge of obscure math concepts like Continued Fractions and Sphere Eversion to help calculate potential parabolic velocities.  Viehmann’s personal eccentricities and extreme political beliefs later stained his reputation, which is perhaps why it’s taken so long for him to be honored in his hometown; Viehmann was deported in 1938 when it was alleged he was conducting experiments in Mendelian Eugenics (his phrase) on neighborhood dogs that he kidnapped, and he further damaged his reputation by standing on the sidewalk outside the Ahavas Israel Shul in Greenpoint every Friday night for four years and cooking ham and buttermilk soup in a giant tureen while singing “You’re a Grand Old Flag” in Yiddish.

After his deportation, Viehmann used his almost obsessive knowledge of the Fourier Coefficients (a0=1af0f[x] dx, ah=2af0f[x]cos 2πhax dx, and so on) to help the Third Reich develop X-Ray Weaponry.  Alas, his tic-like habit of singing the patriotic songs of Irving Berlin in Yiddish (it is likely the Herr Doktor suffered from an undiagnosed form of Tourettes Syndrome) caused his undoing, and following prolonged torture by the Reich’s most notorious interrogator, Wilhelm Tim-Tuefel, Doktor Dieter Viehmann died a horrible death in the Brandenburg an der Havel Prison camp outside Berlin.  The new Viehmann Museum doesn’t gloss over this, and they include an actual page from the Doktor’s Prison Diary, in which he writes “I have cut out my own tongue with a shard from a broken mirror to stop me from singing the most disgraceful songs that caused my spiritual defenestration.  Yet I cannot help humming them.  Why, oh why, did I ever let my darling wife Mitzi take me to that production of This is The Army by that merciless Hebrew genius of melody?”

In happier news, the museum also features a great little ball pit for the kiddies!

And Now.,..The Three Dot Round-Up! 

 Mr. Remarkable highly recommends the great new show at Faux Felines, that terrific new drag club on Kent and 11th in Williamsburg!  I was especially taken by a special Tribute to Lady Newscasters, starring Miss Christiane A Man Poor, Lady Diane Saw Ya, and the REAL Lara Spencer (who knew?!?  She tucks very well!)I had a simply scrumptious meal at Le Pain Quotidien on Montague Street, but I got nothin’ but quizzical looks when I asked them why their John didn’t have “traditional” French toiletsAll you young ‘uns can go on and on about Game of Thrones, but just give me a little Adam 12 on the ME Channel, and I’m happier than Joey Heatherton with a Percodan prescription!As I write this, the New York Mets are STILL playin’ above .500!  I haven’t been this surprised since Christine Longet was set free.  I have a bet with Mister Marty Allen (“Hello Dere!”) that if the Amazin’s finish above .500 for the season, he has to dye his famous crazy hairdo Mets’ Blue and Orange!Hey, if you’re like me, you have very fond memories of Sid and Marty Kroft’s Banana Splits TV show – I mean, there is nuthin’, and I mean zero-zilch-nada-null-нульовий-bupkiss-rien-nix-nought- aon rud-doodley squat- គ្មានអ្វី- שום דבר –nuthin’ funnier that chimps in people’s clothing singin’ rock music, is there?!?  Well, good news for all of you lovers of jaw-flappin’ simians in tuxedos!  The FX Network is gonna be airing MonkeyTV, a show based around an all-chimp group called Guns’n’Lemurs, and their rise to the top!  I can’t wait, and until then I’ll stand in front of the TV holding my banana!Speakin’ of bananas, I don’t go to Broadway much these days – the prices for tickets are higher than Paul Simon’s bail, and the quality is lower than Paul Simon’s tail! – but I must say I am truly looking forward to seeing Harvey Fierstein’s new musical about Harry Belafonte, The Banana Boat Song Trilogy.  It opens at the Lunt-Fontanne Theater in September!   Maybe by the time it opens, I’ll finally be able to take the R Train from this luverly little town to the Big Apple!…AND THAT’S WHY I LOVE LIVIN’ IN BROOKLYN!

Mr. Sommer’s opinions and grasp of reality are entirely his own. 

Timothy Sommer has earned a considerable reputation as a musician, journalist, record producer, music industry executive, MTV/VH-1 VJ, and purveyor of minor cultural dada-ism.  He is currently writing NOVA, OTTO? AVON, a palindromic history of the German love for Lox and Shakespeare.  He also continues his efforts to get one-time New York Mets’ reliever and long-time Toronto Blue Jays team medic Ron Taylor into the Medical Wing of the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame. 




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